Xiao Ruobai took a step forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Senior, there was indeed some misunderstanding regarding the previous matter. We are willing to apologize and compensate your noble sect for its losses. Can we let this matter go?"
"Apologize?"
The fan-wielding young man laughed shrilly, "Now you know fear? It's too late! First Elder, absolutely do not let them off!"
The black-robed old man snorted coldly. "Begging for mercy now? Too late! How can those who humiliate my Yunlan Sect settle this with mere compensation? Capture them, cripple their cultivation, and bring them back to the sect to be dealt with!"
Before his voice had faded, two Cave Heaven Realm elders behind him lunged forward with sinister smiles, heading straight for Fatty Wang, who appeared to be the most heavily injured.
Fatty Wang retreated in panic, but stumbled and nearly fell.
Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu simultaneously forced themselves to block. As spiritual energy collided, their bodies shook violently, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths. They were actually forced back continuously, appearing to be struggling to hold their ground.
"Hahaha! As expected, you are at the end of your ropes!"
Seeing this, the fan-wielding young man laughed triumphantly.
"Third Elder, there is no need for you to act personally. Watch me capture them!"
Relying on the elders holding the line, he summoned his magical treasure and charged toward Xiao Ruobai.
Seeing the attack approaching, a trace of imperceptible cold light flashed in Xiao Ruobai's eyes.
His originally sluggish aura suddenly changed. Like a slumbering giant dragon awakening, an incredibly overbearing battle intent soared into the sky!
"I gave you a chance, but it seems you didn't grasp it yourselves."
A calm voice sounded, yet it carried a chilling intent that made one's heart palpitate.
Xiao Ruobai formed his fingers into a halberd. Striking later but arriving first, a golden battle aura condensed to the extreme tore through the air, instantly shattering the fan-wielding young man's magical treasure. Without losing momentum, it directly pierced through his dantian!
"Pfft!"
The sinister smile on the fan-wielding young man's face instantly froze, turning into extreme terror and disbelief. He looked down at his shattered dantian as blood sprayed wildly, and his body limply collapsed.
All of this happened too fast!
The black-robed First Elder's pupils contracted sharply, the contempt on his face instantly replaced by shock. "You... you hid your cultivation?!"
Answering him was a bone-chilling sword cry!
Fang Hanyu moved! The Absolute Beginning Sword suddenly left its sheath. There was no dazzling brilliance, only a hazy, chaotic sword qi that seemed capable of devouring everything. Like lightning tearing through the dark night, it thrust straight toward the First Elder's glabella!
Fast! Fast to the extreme!
His soul scattering in fright, the First Elder frantically activated his protective magical treasure. An ancient shield instantly enlarged to block in front of him.
However, the chaotic sword qi seemed to devour all matter. The moment it touched the shield, the shield's spiritual light rapidly dimmed, letting out a crisp crack. It was actually corroded and pierced through the middle by the sword qi!
"No!"
The First Elder let out a despairing roar and desperately dodged to the side. The sword qi brushed past his cheek, taking with it a spray of blood and an ear!
The terrifying sword intent even invaded his body, frantically destroying his meridians!
Only at this moment did he truly understand that these three young men before him were no rogue cultivators!
They were clearly peerless monsters capable of slaying Heaven Realm experts across realms!
"Little brother, spare my life! It was I who had eyes but failed to see! A misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"
The First Elder clutched his blood-drenched cheek, no longer possessing the slightest bit of arrogance, leaving only endless fear. With a thud, he fell to his knees, kowtowing like pounding garlic.
"Treasures, resources, I can give them all to you! I only beg you to spare my life!"
Those few Cave Heaven Realm elders were already frightened silly, standing frozen in place, unable to move.
Fatty Wang didn't look the least bit injured anymore. He walked forward with his hands on his hips, kicked the fan-wielding young man who had fainted on the ground, and sneered, "Now you know how to beg for mercy? Where is that arrogant attitude from just now?"
Xiao Ruobai looked indifferently at the kowtowing and begging First Elder. He slowly raised his hand, battle aura condensing at his fingertips.
"Some opportunities, once missed, mean death."
A golden halberd light flashed and vanished.
The First Elder's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt. His head rolled off, his eyes filled with regret and fear.
Almost at the same time, Fang Hanyu's sword light swept past, and those few dazed Cave Heaven Realm followers also fell silently.
The battle started suddenly and ended even faster.
Once the dust settled, Fatty Wang immediately darted to the corpse of the Heaven Realm elder. While skillfully looting the body, he kept muttering.
"You see, wouldn't it be nice to just stay home and enjoy your retirement? You just had to come out and jump around. Now look what happened, your pension is all mine... Tsk tsk, the quality of this jade pendant is not bad, it's mine! These medicinal pills... hmm, barely passable."
After looting the elder, he eagerly ran over to those three young men, searching them one by one, not forgetting to comment.
"You see, why did you have to follow an old fool and join in the commotion? Being so young, what else couldn't you do... Hey, this fan is quite elegant, suitable for Lord Fatty to show... ahem, suitable for me to appreciate and play with!"
Xiao Ruobai looked toward a seemingly empty area of ruined walls and said faintly, "After watching for so long, it's time for you to come out."
After a deathly silence, a figure dressed in a moon-white robe with a glazed cup mark embroidered on the cuffs slowly revealed himself from behind a broken pillar.
This person had a handsome appearance, but carried an arrogance carved into his very bones.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes indifferent, as if a deity from the highest heavens looking down on ants. His entire body naturally exuded a transcendent bearing belonging to a Holy Land.
"Hmph, to be able to detect my whereabouts, you do have some ability."
He spoke, his voice steady yet inherently majestic, every word revealing a condescending scrutiny.
"I am a deacon of the Glazed Holy Land, Shen Xinghe."
His gaze swept over the corpses of the Yunlan Sect people on the ground without the slightest emotion, as if he had merely seen a few crushed bugs. It then fell back onto Xiao Ruobai's group of three, carrying a tone of charity:
"I have no interest in your dispute with the Yunlan Sect. The things you took from Xue Wuhen, especially that token, hand them over obediently.
Considering that your cultivation was not easy to achieve, I can allow you to cripple your own cultivation and leave you with intact corpses. This is a Holy Land's grace."
He emphasized the words Holy Land's grace heavily, as if it were a tremendous honor.
Before Xiao Ruobai could speak, Fatty Wang bristled first, jumping and cursing, "Bah! Grace? Grace my ass!
Did you ruin your brain from cultivating in seclusion, you old fogy? Didn't you see the fate of that group just now?
Lord Fatty even dared to stuff your prospective Holy Son into a cesspit, and you, a mere errand-running deacon, are acting all high and mighty here!"
When had Shen Xinghe ever suffered such insults?
Especially being cursed to his face by a dead fatso, an ant in his eyes!
His handsome face instantly turned red, then from red to green, veins bulging on his forehead. The elegant bearing of a Holy Land deacon was instantly replaced by furious rage!
"How dare an ant insult me?! You're courting death!"
He shouted angrily, and the majestic pressure of the late Heaven Realm erupted like a tsunami. With dazzling glazed holy light around him, he struck out with a palm!
This palm was struck in anger and held astonishing power. Wherever the palm wind passed, the air let out sharp explosions, actually manifesting into a crystal-clear giant glazed palm, aiming to smash Fatty Wang along with Xiao Ruobai and the other behind him into fine powder!
He wanted to kill this wildly boasting fat man on the spot with his palm, as a warning to others!
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
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.”
