Ye Chuan finished his soul-searching technique and shook his head as he looked at the four assassins before him, whose eyes were now filled with nothing but despair.
Since he couldn't extract any useful information, keeping these guys alive was just a waste of energy.
"Since I can't get anything out of you, there's no need for you to live."
As he spoke, the four men seemed to be drained of all their strength. Their bodies rapidly corroded, eventually dissolving into a puddle of blood on the ground.
"Light-attribute holy artifact, activate."
With a casual wave of his hand, a small banner appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The banner trembled slightly, and the four puddles of blood seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, turning into four streaks of blood-red light that vanished into the banner without leaving a single trace behind.
After doing all this, Ye Chuan put away the Human Emperor Banner, acting as if he had just done something completely trivial.
Just then, a streak of crimson light tore through the night sky. Kaiaolen's figure, wrapped in a scorching current of air, landed in the center of the camp.
The dragon wings on his back were still trembling slightly, and his crimson armor was stained with patches of charred black blood, making it obvious he had just been through a fierce battle.
"Princess Irena! Are you all alright?" Kaiaolen's voice carried a hint of urgency. His gaze swept over the messy camp, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ye Chuan, Elara, and the others were safe and sound, and that Irena was also protected behind a barrier by Torres.
"Taken care of?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Yeah." However, Kaiaolen's expression remained solemn.
"There were only about three hundred mages in the ambush, but they had set up multiple layers of aura-concealing magic arrays in the valley ahead of time, and they also planted quite a few high-explosive magic arrays."
"Although my full-power strike just now destroyed the valley and wiped out all the mages, the shockwave from the explosions still spread to the edge of the camp."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the other side of the camp, where the painful groans of soldiers could be heard.
Many soldiers had been caught in the blast; some were injured by flying debris, others suffered internal damage from the magical aftershocks, and some who had inhaled the poisonous mist before they could evacuate were now lying immobilized on the ground.
"We didn't have many combat medics to begin with, and high-tier healing magic is even scarcer. With so many wounded, I'm afraid it's going to take quite a lot of time to treat them all."
Kaiaolen rubbed his temples, his tone helpless.
"Looks like we'll have to rest for a day tomorrow before setting out again. Otherwise, traveling with so many wounded will only diminish our combat strength."
Hearing this, Ye Chuan rubbed his chin. "There's no need to rest. I can heal those soldiers."
Kaiaolen looked at Ye Chuan in surprise. "Xi Xi, are you telling the truth?!"
"For a fee."
Kaiaolen fell silent for a few seconds. "Xi Xi, you know that this expedition was put together in a hurry, so our military funds aren't exactly abundant. We've already spent two thousand gold coins on rations and fodder. As for this healing fee... can we put it on a tab for now? Once we conquer the royal capital, I will definitely pay you back!"
Ye Chuan gave him a half-smile.
"Not enough military funds? Then let's just rest. I don't do credit, you know."
Kaiaolen was instantly left speechless, his face full of difficulty.
He knew Ye Chuan loved money, but right now, they really couldn't scrape together any extra gold coins.
Right at that moment, a figure suddenly walked up to Ye Chuan. Princess Irena stopped by his side, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out with her slender fingers to gently tug at his sleeve.
Her body subconsciously leaned in a bit closer, her soft curves clearly perceptible through her thin clothing. A faint fragrance lingered around Ye Chuan's nose, forming a stark contrast to the foul, putrid stench of the poisonous mist from earlier.
"Lord Xi Xi." Irena's voice carried a hint of pleading. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her long eyelashes fluttered gently.
"Could we... put the healing fee on a tab for now? Once we return to the royal capital, I will definitely pay it back. I absolutely won't let Lord Xi Xi take a loss."
Her hand gripping Ye Chuan's arm tightened slightly, as if she were terrified he would refuse.
Ye Chuan glanced down at the softness pressing against his arm, then looked at Irena's blushing, pretty face. A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
"Fine. But if you don't have the money to pay me back when the time comes..."
He paused on purpose, watching Irena's nervous gaze before slowly adding.
"Then Princess Irena can just sell herself to me."
"!!!"
Irena's cheeks instantly turned beet red, like a ripe apple, and even the tips of her ears were dyed an alluring pink.
She abruptly let go of Ye Chuan's arm and stumbled back two steps, her eyes darting around in a panic to avoid his gaze. "L-Lord Xi Xi... please don't joke around..."
Kaiaolen watched from the sidelines, completely dumbfounded. He scratched his head, at a loss for words.
Ye Chuan stopped teasing her. "The healing fee can be put on a tab for now. We'll talk about it after we conquer the royal capital."
After all, she was the future queen. Ye Chuan wasn't worried that she would default on her debt; otherwise, there would be a serious reckoning.
With that said, he wasted no more words and slowly walked over to the open space in the center of the camp.
He simply raised his hand and gave a gentle wave toward the area filled with wounded soldiers. A dazzling, pale green light instantly erupted, forming a massive curtain of light that enveloped all the injured.
This was a Mass Healing Spell!
And it was a Mass Healing Spell with such an incredibly wide coverage and intense light!
Kaiaolen was utterly shocked, and even the blushing Irena forgot her embarrassment, staring at the scene unfolding before her in disbelief.
The pale green light showered down like rain, falling onto the bodies of the wounded soldiers.
The bones that had been shattered by flying debris mended at a visible rate. Internal organs damaged by magical aftershocks quickly returned to normal. Even the soldiers who had inhaled the poisonous mist saw the dark, sickly hue on their faces fade away in an instant, their eyes regaining clarity.
The entire process took no more than a few short seconds!
When the curtain of light dissipated, the soldiers who had been groaning in agony on the ground all leaped to their feet. Their wounds had vanished without a trace, not even leaving a single scar behind. Their combat strength was instantly restored to its peak!
"My God!"
"I'm healed! Goddess bless, I'm actually healed!"
"Thank you, Lord Xi Xi!"
The soldiers cheered in excitement, looking at Ye Chuan with eyes full of fanatical worship.
Kaiaolen muttered to himself.
"A Mass Healing Spell... healing hundreds of wounded in just a few seconds... Is this a healing spell above the sixth tier?! Xi Xi, just how many more secrets do you have that I don't know about?!"
He had originally thought that Ye Chuan's spatial magic and combat prowess were already heaven-defying enough, but he never expected that the man would also possess such terrifying healing magic.
He was practically a God of Magic; there was nothing he couldn't do.
Ye Chuan clapped his hands. "Alright, the wounded are all healed. We can set out on schedule tomorrow."
"Let's just rest for the night."
"Understood."
Since it was time to turn in for the night, Ye Chuan stood in front of his own tent and then glanced at the princess's tent not far away. The princess's tent was the largest; even Kaiaolen's couldn't compare.
As expected of a princess, she enjoyed the best treatment.
"Lord Xi Xi?" Torres, who was standing guard at the entrance of the princess's tent, spoke up when he saw Ye Chuan approaching.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm going to sleep in this tent," Ye Chuan said.
"Eh?! B-But... Her Highness the Princess is still inside..."
"What if there are more assassins?" Ye Chuan glared at him. "You incompetent guard, just stay out here and keep watch."
Torres: "..."
That seemed to make some sense.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
