Ye Chuan now stood in front of Bai Qianshuang, shielding her.
Just standing there, he seemed like an insurmountable chasm, completely blocking out all the killing intent from the three Mahayana realm cultivators.
Noticing her bloodstained robes, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Are you hurt anywhere vital?"
Looking at his back, Bai Qianshuang gently shook her head. Her eyes were slightly red as she leaned closer to him in a dependent manner.
"I'm fine..."
Before she could even finish speaking, Ye Chuan cast a healing spell. Bai Qianshuang's gruesome wounds healed at a visible rate. Even the chaotic spiritual energy within her body instantly smoothed out, and every trace of her battle fatigue vanished completely.
In mid-air, the three Mahayana realm elders of the Wutong Holy Land watched this scene, their faces turning green and pale by turns.
Their full-powered killing blow had been casually dispersed, and they were now being thoroughly ignored. A mixture of humiliation and apprehension instantly welled up in their hearts.
The leading elder stared fixedly at Ye Chuan and shouted sternly,
"Who exactly are you?! How dare you interfere in the affairs of my Wutong Holy Land! Do you know the consequences of making an enemy out of us?!"
"If you know what's good for you, get out of here right now! Otherwise, don't blame us for killing you too!"
The elder next to him echoed the threat, though he was clearly startled by Ye Chuan's previous move.
Only then did Ye Chuan slowly raise his eyes. His gaze swept over the three of them as if he were looking at three dead men.
"Are you the ones who hurt Qianshuang?"
"And who might you be?"
"I can't be bothered to explain. You don't deserve to hear it," Ye Chuan said coolly.
The moment his voice fell, a pitch-black demonic sword appeared in his hand.
Dark purple demonic patterns coiled around the blade. It was the Demonic Sword Beyana.
As soon as the sword appeared, the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth instantly stagnated. A terrifying sword intent that sought to devour everything swept out, dyeing even the sky with a layer of dark black.
"What a boastful brat! I think you're courting death!" The leading elder was thoroughly enraged by Ye Chuan's attitude. With a furious roar, he prepared to channel his spiritual energy and attack.
But before his words could even fade, Ye Chuan's figure had already vanished from his spot.
Teleportation!
Without the slightest spatial fluctuation or any warning of spiritual energy, Ye Chuan's figure appeared beside the elder like a ghost.
With a slight twist of his wrist, the Demonic Sword Beyana pierced right through the elder's body.
There was no earth-shattering collision, no deafening roar.
Yet the elder's body instantly stiffened. The furious rage in his eyes instantly transformed into extreme terror and disbelief.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no sound came out.
In the next second, a formless fissure split open his body, and his soul was instantly slashed to pieces!
Dead!
A Mahayana realm cultivator, fallen by a single sword strike!
He didn't even have the chance to self-destruct, failing to leave behind even a shred of his remnant soul!
"What?!"
The pupils of the remaining two Mahayana realm elders shrank violently. The hairs all over their bodies stood on end as a chill shot from the soles of their feet straight to the crowns of their heads, making their blood feel as if it had frozen.
Never in their wildest dreams could they have imagined that this seemingly young man before them could kill a fellow Mahayana cultivator with a single strike!
How could this be possible?!
On the mountain peak of the Yuxu Sect, there was a deathly silence.
All the disciples widened their eyes, staring at the figure in mid-air, forgetting even to breathe.
They knew Ye Chuan was strong and was someone Sect Master Bai deeply respected, but they absolutely never expected him to be strong to this extent—
Slaying a Mahayana realm expert with one sword! This was simply unheard of and unseen!
Even Bai Qianshuang was stunned.
Has Ye Chuan... grown stronger again?
She knew his strength had always improved rapidly, but she never expected him to be able to casually slay a Mahayana realm cultivator.
"Back to the Wutong Holy Land!" The remaining two elders were completely terrified. They turned around and transformed into two streaks of light, fleeing desperately into the distance, completely abandoning their companion's corpse.
Anyone who could cultivate to the Mahayana realm was incredibly shrewd.
Ye Chuan had instantly killed a Mahayana expert with one sword. Such strength was not something the two of them could handle!
"Hmph, trying to run?"
Ye Chuan gave a cold snort.
He did not even move to chase them. He simply tapped his fingertip lightly, and an invisible power instantly spread out, enveloping this airspace.
Cognitive Pollution, activate!
The next second, the two Mahayana realm elders who were fleeing madly suddenly let out extremely shrill screams!
They felt as if their souls were being viciously pierced by countless steel needles, instantly completely overwhelmed by dozens of negative statuses!
"Ah! My eyes! My spiritual energy!"
"No! My Dao heart! My cultivation! How could this be?!"
The two struggled frantically in the air, their bodies twisting uncontrollably. Their originally majestic Mahayana realm spiritual energy completely went berserk, rampaging through their meridians and causing them to bleed from their seven orifices.
They plummeted straight down from the high sky, smashing fiercely against the mountain wall. Every bone in their bodies shattered. Unable to even stand, they could only roll around on the ground in agonizing wails. Where was the slightest trace of a Mahayana realm cultivator's majesty?
Ye Chuan did not even glance at the two completely crippled Mahayana cultivators. His gaze slowly turned toward the people from the Wutong Holy Land who were suspended in mid-air, already trembling in fear.
On the flying boats, all the cultivators of the Wutong Holy Land were devoid of color, trembling like leaves in the wind.
Of their three Mahayana realm ancestors, one was instantly killed by a single sword strike, and two were crippled by some unknown, bizarre method. Before Ye Chuan, these cultivators in the Dao Enlightenment and Spirit Transformation realms were worse than ants!
"Run! Turn the flying boats around!"
"Hurry! Activate maximum speed! Return to the Holy Land!"
The flying boats instantly descended into chaos. Everyone went mad trying to steer the ships to escape.
But their movements were still too slow.
Ye Chuan raised his hand and beckoned. A gilded banner instantly appeared in his grasp, the skull on it emitting a faint glow.
A Sacred Artifact! The Human Emperor's Banner!
"Since you've come, you might as well all stay. I'll try to refine you as soon as possible."
Ye Chuan spoke indifferently, casually tossing the Human Emperor's Banner into the air.
The Human Emperor's Banner expanded against the wind. Its domain instantly erupted, completely enveloping all the flying boats of the Wutong Holy Land!
Domain, open!
Within the domain, all the flying boats instantly stagnated in the air. No matter how the cultivators channeled their spiritual energy, they could not make the boats move an inch.
In the next second, countless gleaming chains shot out from the domain. Like venomous snakes, they pierced through the defenses of the flying boats and impaled the body of every Wutong Holy Land cultivator!
"Ah!!"
"No! Spare us! Have mercy!"
Shrill screams rose and fell in succession, but those chains did not pause for a moment. They drilled into their bodies through the wounds, accurately locking onto their souls and violently dragging them out!
Countless transparent souls were forcefully extracted from their physical bodies by the chains, surging along the links into the Human Emperor's Banner.
[Absorbed Dao Enlightenment realm soul. Artifact boosts host's attributes by +7%]
[Absorbed Golden Core realm soul. Artifact boosts host's attributes by +0.1%]
[Absorbed Spirit Transformation realm soul. Artifact boosts host's attributes by +2%]
...
In just a few short breaths of time, on the dozens of flying boats, every single cultivator from the Wutong Holy Land had their souls completely extinguished!
All that remained were the empty flying ships and a rain of soulless husks plummeting from the sky, crashing into the mountains below.
A deathly silence fell over the entire peak of the Yuxu Sect.
The only sounds left were the howling mountain winds and the faint, agonizing groans of the two Mahayana Realm cultivators, who had been tortured to the brink of death by cognitive corruption.
He slowly turned around and looked at the two old men slumped on the ground. With a casual slash, he instantly ended their suffering, obliterating their souls completely. Even their remnant spirits were swept up and absorbed by the Human Emperor Flag.
[Mahayana Realm soul absorbed. Artifact boosts host attributes by 30%]
[Mahayana Realm soul absorbed. Artifact boosts host attributes by 29%]
...
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.”
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."
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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?!
