This object was condensed from the essence of the spirit vein. A single drop was comparable to countless spirit stones, offering immense benefits to cultivation. It was also a peerless material for refining high-tier alchemical pills.
However, the warning restrictions laid down by the Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion flowed with radiant light, acting as an invisible wall that firmly sealed off the earth vein region.
"Wealth is found in danger! I'll just grab a little bit, just a little bit!"
Fatty Wang licked his lips, his eyes glowing with greed, yet he did not act impulsively.
His small eyes stared fixedly at the runes flowing across the restriction's light barrier. His chubby fingers traced aimlessly in the air as he muttered to himself:
"Kan Water shifts... Li Fire opens the life gate... This array looks tight, but the person who set it up did so in a hurry. There are slight flaws where the spiritual energy nodes connect... Hehe, there's a way in!"
If a master proficient in formations were present, they would definitely be astonished!
This seemingly unreliable fat man had, in an extremely short amount of time and relying solely on observation, accurately seen through the weak points of the restriction laid down by an elder-level figure of the Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion!
Holding his breath, his ten fingers flicked rapidly like butterflies fluttering through flowers. Microscopic threads of spiritual energy shot with pinpoint accuracy toward several inconspicuous nodes on the restriction's light barrier.
"Pop... Pop..."
With a few nearly inaudible soft sounds, the seemingly impenetrable light barrier was quietly opened by his opportunistic method, creating a temporary gap just large enough for one person to pass through!
The entire process was as fast as lightning, and it caused almost no spiritual energy fluctuations!
"Now is the time!"
A sharp glint flashed in Fatty Wang's eyes. Moving like a loach, he swooshed through the gap!
Taking advantage of the earth qi turbulence and spiritual energy concealment caused by the Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion collecting the spirit vein, he darted like a faint golden shadow straight toward the spirit jade wall at the foundation of the earth vein, which was nurturing the spirit milk!
A smooth and warm jade shovel appeared in his hand. Aiming at a spot on the spirit wall with profound textures, he thrust it down accurately and swiftly!
However, at the exact same moment Fatty Wang made his move, another even more violent and domineering figure crashed down from the other side of the valley like a falling meteorite!
The mysterious burly man was dressed in black. His figure expanded wildly, turning into a small giant. His massive, palm-leaf-fan-like hand reached directly for the supreme earth-grade spirit vein that had already been pulled halfway into the air!
His aura was monstrous, as if he wanted to grasp the entire heaven and earth in his palm!
Caught off guard, the people of the Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion were both shocked and enraged. Roaring furiously, they summoned their magical treasures and unleashed their divine abilities. Countless brilliant yet deadly rays of light blasted toward the giant hand, attempting to stop this unexpected interloper.
But Shi Wanshan's heavy and powerful grab carried a force that destroyed all resistance. Not only did he forcefully snatch more than half of the spirit vein, but the terrifying shockwaves of his explosive qi swept out like a fierce storm!
The elders and disciples of the Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion, along with their magical treasures and formations, were like paper mache in the face of this absolute gap in power. Unable to even let out more than a few miserable screams, their vital energy and blood churned violently, they saw stars, and one after another, they fainted and collapsed to the ground, unable to rise.
Right at this moment, he suddenly sensed a figure deep underground near the spirit vein. Dressed in a night-stalker outfit and masked, the person had completely concealed their aura and was extremely well-hidden. Yet, they could not escape his Saint-level divine sense. The person was preparing to secretly dig out the earth vein spirit milk.
His brow furrowed imperceptibly. "Where did this petty thief come from? Hiding their head and showing their tail, they actually dare to snatch food from the tiger's mouth?"
Shi Wanshan's giant hand, still gripping the spirit vein, casually diverted a sliver of power in Fatty Wang's direction, waving it offhandedly as if brushing away dust!
In that split second, Fatty Wang felt what true despair meant!
He only felt the surrounding space instantly solidify. The Minor Void Teleportation Talisman, which he usually took pride in and considered his greatest reliance, was now like waste paper, entirely unable to be activated!
Fatty Wang's pupils shrank abruptly. At the juncture of life and death, an extreme desire to survive erupted within him!
His left hand violently slapped his waist. The Golden Silk Cicada Wing Armor hidden under his clothes was instantly activated. A faint golden light barrier, like flowing liquid metal, tightly wrapped around his body.
His right hand simultaneously pulled out a dark black tortoise shell talisman. As spiritual energy was frantically poured into it, the talisman paper transformed into a half-zhang large, pitch-black tortoise shell that shielded his front.
Even more astonishingly, the fat all over his body suddenly tightened, and faint cyan patterns surfaced beneath his skin. It was actually a powerful physical body far surpassing his peers!
"Bang!"
The moment the qi struck the tortoise shell, the pitch-black shell was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks. With a crack, it shattered. The residual force penetrated the light barrier and viciously smashed into Fatty Wang's chest.
The light barrier of the Golden Silk Cicada Wing Armor trembled violently. The faint golden patterns snapped inch by inch, ultimately dissolving into a sky full of light specks.
As his physical body took this blow, Fatty Wang only felt his internal organs churning. A metallic sweetness welled up in his throat, but he forcefully relied on his externally trained physical body to endure the sensation of annihilation.
Yet the impact of the qi still hadn't dissipated. Like a cannonball with a broken string, his bones creaked all over as he was sent flying backward uncontrollably, his ears filled with the shrieking sound of tearing space.
The Golden Silk Cicada Wing Armor was completely ruined, the tortoise shell talisman was reduced to slag, and even his highly trained physical body was covered in dense, bloody lacerations.
The world spun, and he lost all five senses!
He didn't know how far he flew. Finally, with a thud, he crashed heavily into a patch of extremely dense and resilient ancient shrubbery. The powerful momentum even caused him to plow a shallow trench into the ground.
In the final instant before completely losing consciousness, Fatty Wang's only thought was: "...Your Grandpa Fat... this time... seems like... I'm really... going to fall apart..."
Immediately after, his head tilted to the side, and he passed out completely, losing all consciousness. The jade shovel in his hand had long since flown off to who knows where.
In the blink of an eye, the previously fiercely contested scene was left with only Shi Wanshan standing proudly alone. He looked at the spirit vein in his hand, which flowed with radiant light and emitted an overwhelming spiritual aura, and nodded in satisfaction.
At this moment, his falcon-like gaze casually swept across the area, naturally catching sight of the fat man he had conveniently swatted into the bushes, leaving only two feet sticking out.
"To actually be able to block a sliver of my power, he has some skill. Hiding his head and showing his tail, he definitely isn't a good person."
He walked over to the fat youth, muttering as he squatted down. He first yanked off the spatial storage ring from the other party's hand. As his divine sense probed inside, a look of astonishment immediately appeared on his rugged face.
"Oho? This kid in black has quite a thick foundation of wealth!"
Inside the storage ring, items were packed to the brim and sorted by category. The most eye-catching thing was a short blade in the corner emitting a dark gleam. The blade was engraved with dense kingly runes; it was actually a King-grade magical artifact.
Standing next to it were three Heaven-grade magical artifacts: one was a brilliantly glowing golden silk soft sword, one was a black iron shield capable of automatically protecting its master, and the last was a flag made of an unknown material.
Searching further inside, high-tier spiritual herbs were piled up like small mountains. There was even half a stalk of Netherworld Ice Flame Grass bearing ice crystal patterns, which was a supreme treasure for body refinement!
Jade bottles containing alchemical pills filled up twelve entire boxes. The talismans were even more exaggerated. Aside from dozens of silver Minor Void Teleportation Talismans, there were five golden Vajra Talismans, three purple Restriction-Breaking Talismans, and even a Death Substitution Talisman emitting a black glow, evidently a bottom-of-the-box life-saving treasure.
There were also various other treasures scattered about.
The more Shi Wanshan searched, the more astonished he became. He fished out two more aura-concealing artifacts from the other party's robes: a Shadow Cloak capable of hiding one's presence, and a Morphing Jade Pendant that could distort one's figure. Both were top-tier Heaven-grade treasures.
His gaze then fell upon the tattered robes worn by the chubby youth. Although mostly shredded by his qi, the material was clearly rare Flameglint Silk, impervious to water and fire. It had originally been a Heaven-grade protective garment, but unfortunately, his casual strike just now had shattered its spiritual light, reducing it to scrap cloth.
"Bizarre... Are petty thieves this wealthy nowadays?"
The sheer number of Heaven-grade treasures on this person could rival the inventory of a major sect.
He pinched a piece of Stardust Iron and weighed it in his hand, then casually yanked off the other's face veil to see his true appearance. "Let me see which blind fool this is..."
The moment the black cloth slipped away, Shi Wanshan's movements suddenly froze.
This chubby face before him, which carried a hint of grievance even in unconsciousness, was one he had just seen a couple of days ago. Wasn't this the little lackey who was always hanging around that boy Ruobai?!
"This... How did this chubby kid end up here?"
Gripping the face veil, Shi Wanshan stared at Fatty Wang on the ground, whom he had stripped down to his inner garments, his expression becoming quite spectacular.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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!
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
