A hideous, gaping hole had been smashed into the city wall. The soldiers on the wall were already scared out of their wits. They stood frozen in place, their weapons scattered across the ground, their eyes filled with utter horror and bewilderment.
They looked at Ye Chuan as if they were gazing up at an invincible deity—
Those were the two strongest Tier-7 powerhouses of the Dior Territory!
The rock-element summoner Balin had been effortlessly crushed, and even the dark elf assassin Darkmoon, renowned for her speed and stealth, had been punched right through the city wall. This level of strength had long surpassed their understanding of what made a powerhouse.
Could he be a Tier-8 existence?
But there was only one Tier-8 powerhouse in the entire Hill Empire!
"Is... is this a power a human can possess?"
A soldier whispered in a trembling voice, carrying uncontrollable fear.
"The two Tier-7 lords... couldn't even take a single strike from him..."
Another soldier stared fixedly at the dust-filled gap in the wall and muttered,
"The strongest combatants of the Dior Territory have been defeated... We have absolutely no room to fight back..."
Their originally tense defensive mindset completely collapsed. Only despair remained on the soldiers' faces, and the ferocity they had shown when trying to stop Ye Chuan was completely gone.
With such strength, the Dior Territory was no match for him at all.
Elara stood inside the barrier, looking out curiously.
After witnessing the scene just now, she covered her small mouth, forgetting even to exclaim. The image of what had just happened echoed repeatedly in her mind—
Ye Chuan sending Darkmoon flying with a single punch was even more shocking than when Della instantly killed the rock giant!
In her understanding, her grandfather Kaiaolen was already the top combatant in the Hill Empire. Yet, the speed and power Ye Chuan had just displayed seemed to be even more formidable than her grandfather's!
"Teacher... is actually this strong..."
Elara murmured softly. In her eyes, as she looked at Ye Chuan, there was an added layer of respect alongside her admiration.
She had always thought her teacher's strength was only slightly greater than her cousin's, but she never expected him to be terrifying to this extent.
Balin squatted on the ground with his hands holding his head, wailing about his mortgage while stealthily glancing at Ye Chuan from the corner of his eye. His face was full of the relief and lingering fear of surviving a disaster.
Thank goodness he had surrendered in time just now; otherwise, he probably would have been the one punched through the city wall.
Right at this moment, the hurried sound of footsteps accompanied by chaotic shouting came from the direction of the lord's manor.
"Make way! Lord Count is here!" a servant shouted loudly. The crowd quickly parted, and a middle-aged man dressed in a dark blue robe strode forward rapidly.
His brow was furrowed with anxiety, and at his waist, he wore a gem badge symbolizing his status as a count. He was none other than the lord of the Dior Territory—Count Gray.
As soon as Count Gray pushed through the crowd, he saw the collapsed houses, the huge hole in the city wall, Balin slumped on the ground, and Darkmoon, battered and exhausted, slowly getting up from the dust.
"How is this possible... Did Miral bring an army to attack?"
When his gaze fell upon Ye Chuan, who stood there with a calm expression, his pupils suddenly shrank. His footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and his face was filled with shock and disbelief.
He never imagined that the ones who dared to forcefully intrude into the Dior Territory would be just a man and a little girl—
Even Balin and Darkmoon, two Tier-7 powerhouses, had been beaten into such a state. Just what was the background of this young man before him?
Count Gray forcefully suppressed the raging waves in his heart. Just as he was about to speak and ask, Ye Chuan moved, flashing in front of him like a phantom.
"Yo, hello there. Come with me for a trip, Mr. Count."
Before Count Gray could react, Ye Chuan grabbed him by the collar and hoisted him up.
Count Gray only felt his vision blur as his body was uncontrollably lifted into the air.
"Taking off."
In the next second, Count Gray was thrown flying by Ye Chuan like a cannonball.
"L-Lord Count!" the servants exclaimed as they rushed forward, but they couldn't even catch up to Ye Chuan's afterimage. They could only watch helplessly as Count Gray was taken away, their faces full of anxiety but completely powerless.
Balin and Darkmoon were also stunned. They had never seen such a bizarre summoner. The lord was easily abducted without even a chance to resist.
Ye Chuan took Count Gray and Elara, who had just caught up, and teleported to a small grove on the outskirts of the Dior Territory.
The vegetation here was lush, so there was no need to worry about being disturbed.
Ye Chuan casually tossed Count Gray onto the ground and spoke in a playful tone:
"Count Gray, tell me, why did you go back on your word? You took the initiative to contact Kaiaolen before, but then turned around and closed the city gates to stop our march to the royal capital. What exactly are you trying to do?"
Count Gray stumbled to his feet and adjusted his disheveled robes, his face full of complex emotions and difficulty.
He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before slowly raising it again, his eyes filled with exhaustion and pain:
"I... I also had no other choice."
"No other choice?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow.
"Betraying your allies and defecting to the royal capital occupied by monsters—is this your 'no other choice'?"
"Or do you think we are lying?"
"It's not defecting! I never thought about defecting to the monsters!"
Count Gray hurriedly defended himself, his voice somewhat choked with emotion.
"It's... it's my wife, Anna. Some time ago, she suddenly became strange. Her body started to show monstrous characteristics, and her consciousness grew increasingly blurred. It was as if she had been parasitized by something, turning into a half-human, half-monster state."
He raised his hand to press against his forehead, speaking with a face full of agony:
"Just three days ago, the royal capital sent someone to find me. They said that as long as I refused to converge with Kaiaolen and didn't participate in attacking the royal capital, they would provide an antidote to cure my wife and return her to normal."
"I... I had no choice."
"I can't lose Anna..."
"I just can't..."
"They also said that if I didn't obey, my only daughter would turn into a monster too..."
Standing to the side, Elara heard this, and the surprise on her face gradually turned into sympathy.
She hadn't expected there to be such a hidden truth behind Count Gray's betrayal.
Hearing this, Ye Chuan asked in a flat tone:
"Do you really think that since the royal capital has been completely occupied by monsters, those monsters would actually give you an antidote?"
"If our attack on the royal capital fails, the entire Hill Empire will be swallowed by monsters. When that time comes, do you think your wife and daughter will still survive? They are merely using you, treating you as a pawn to hinder our march."
Count Gray's body shuddered, but the shock was quickly replaced by pain.
He slowly crouched down, holding his head with both hands, and said in a hoarse voice:
"I know... Of course I know!"
"But I can't bear to watch her suffer day by day. Even if there's only a sliver of hope, I want to try. As long as she can get better, I am willing to pay any price, even if it means bearing the infamy of betrayal."
Ye Chuan shook his head.
"Take me to see her."
"See her..."
"I might be able to cure her."
"Really?!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
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!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
