Ah——!!
My treasures! My spirit stones! My talismans! All gone! Which damned thief did this! They almost stripped Lord Fatty down to his underpants!!
He felt that his most precious storage ring was missing!
The high-tier talismans stuffed bulgingly in his chest were gone! The small storage pouch in the hidden pocket at his waist was also gone!
Even the Gale Boots on his feet, which he had bought for a huge price to boost his speed, had been stripped away!
It is over... it is all over...
Fatty Wang's heart instantly turned to dead ashes, feeling that his life had lost all its color, even more despairing than this dark mountain belly.
I, Lord Fatty, worked so hard, lived frugally, scammed and swindled... Bah, I mean I went through untold hardships to save up this fortune! And just like that, it is gone! Gone!
He beat his chest and stomped his feet in agony. Of course, because he was stuck tightly, he could only symbolically wriggle his body, looking more like a fat worm struggling in the dirt.
You damned black-hearted thief! Do not let Lord Fatty find out who you are! Otherwise... otherwise...
He tried to say some harsh words viciously, but the moment he thought of the other party's terrifying strength, he immediately wilted, leaving only boundless grief and grievance.
Otherwise Lord Fatty will draw a circle and curse you!!
After the sorrow, the desire to survive once again gained the upper hand. Enduring the severe pain of losing his entire fortune, he began to calmly analyze his current situation:
First, Lord Fatty is not dead, which is the greatest fortune amidst misfortune.
Second, the guy who ambushed me did not kill me, only robbed my things and buried me... Huh? Buried me?
Fatty Wang only then belatedly realized his predicament.
Why bury me? Would not destroying the corpse to remove all traces be cleaner? Could it be... they were afraid my corpse would look too ugly exposed in the wilderness? Bah! What expert would have that kind of free time!
He was completely baffled. But in any case, being buried deep underground and unable to move was his biggest crisis right now.
He tried to circulate his spiritual energy again, wanting to shatter the surrounding dirt and rocks, but found that the surrounding rock layers were abnormally sturdy. There was faintly a powerful restriction force locking him down firmly. With his Purple Mansion Realm cultivation base, he surprisingly could not shake it.
It is over... Now I have really become a buried mummy...
Fatty Wang wanted to cry but had no tears. Damned heavens! Are you playing with me?! You robbed my money, and now you want my life?!
While he was despairingly letting his imagination run wild, a thought flashed across his mind like lightning!
Wait! Lord Fatty seems... seems to have kept a trick up his sleeve!
Forcing down the severe pain and discomfort of his body being wedged tight, he used all his strength, twisting his body, and moved his right hand, which could still barely move a little, extremely arduously, bit by bit toward his... crotch...
This movement made him grimace in pain, cold sweat pouring down.
After an immense effort, his fingers finally groped a highly concealed inner pocket sewn with a special technique on his close-fitting underwear.
Joy rose in his heart. He carefully used his fingernail to pick open the fine stitches and pulled out a plain, inconspicuous gray storage ring made of ordinary material.
Phew——!
Fatty Wang let out a long, silent sigh of relief, so excited he almost cried.
Thank goodness! Thank goodness your young master was clever enough to leave this last resort! There are still some things in here, the capital for Lord Fatty to make a comeback!
Even an experienced and thorough looter like Shi Wanshan never would have imagined that someone would hide a storage ring in such an unimaginable place.
Clenching this life-saving ring tightly, Fatty Wang felt as if he saw a glimmer of light in the endless darkness.
Although the grief of losing his fortune was still intense, this remaining bit of hope rekindled his fighting spirit.
You damned black-hearted thief! Once your young master escapes, I will still be a true hero!
He thought viciously, as if this could alleviate some of the pain brought by his loss.
However, the reality of his predicament immediately pulled him back. Even with this final treasure, how to escape right now was the key.
Just as he was rethinking his countermeasures, faint vibrations and noisy human voices could vaguely be heard from above his head.
Hmm? There is someone up there?
Fatty Wang's small eyes suddenly lit up again. Gripping the ring tightly in his palm, he focused all his attention on listening to the commotions outside.
Fatty Wang immediately held his breath, pressing his ear tightly against the cold rock wall, wishing he could suppress even his heartbeat to the lowest. Although the voices from above were muffled, in this dead-silent darkness, they were as clear as a thunderclap.
First, he heard a few stern reprimands carrying unquestionable authority:
Search carefully! Do not miss a single corner! That thief must still be in this place!
Yes, Elder! A few respectful replies rang out, accompanied by spiritual energy fluctuations and the sound of turning over rocks.
Elder? Thief? Fatty Wang's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that those lingering ghosts from the Glazed Holy Land chased me all the way here? They are searching for me?!
This thought scared him out of his wits. He hurriedly restrained all his aura, not even daring to blink an extra time, praying crazily in his heart: You cannot see me, you cannot hear me... Lord Fatty is just a lump of dirt right now, a piece of rock...
But immediately after, another slightly steady, yet equally powerful and oppressive voice sounded, carrying suppressed anger in its tone:
Master Yuji! Leave some leeway in all things! You keep saying the thief is here, but have you found any concrete evidence? If you still find nothing, please stop the search immediately and release my sect's disciples!
Just as this voice sounded, a dazzling stream of light tore through the sky, bringing with it a vast and majestic King Realm pressure, crashing down into the valley! It was precisely the Pavilion Master of the Myriad Laws Pavilion, Yun Canghai!
Yun Canghai's figure solidified, his gaze like lightning as it instantly swept across the area.
When he saw his sect's elders and disciples in tattered clothes, their auras sluggish, some even heavily injured and collapsed on the ground, and worse still, some stripped down to almost just their undergarments as if they had been robbed by bandits.
An uncontrollable rage surged straight to the top of his head! The sect's dignity had hit rock bottom, and the disciples had suffered such great humiliation. As the Pavilion Master, how could he not be furious?
Master Yuji!
Yun Canghai's voice was like shattering ice, containing monstrous anger. Is this how your Glazed Holy Land conducts its affairs? Torturing my disciples to extort confessions, and even committing such... such humiliating acts?
Although the Glazed Holy Land was a powerful force, there was only a mid-stage King Realm elder in front of him, so Yun Canghai felt he could still handle it.
Hearing this, Master Yuji frowned and said coldly: Pavilion Master Yun, stop making baseless accusations! I disdain using such despicable methods! The state they are in has nothing to do with me!
Yun Canghai laughed out of extreme anger: Nothing to do with you? Who else is here besides the people from your Glazed Holy Land? Could it be that they stripped themselves bare?!
He swept his gaze toward his sect's disciples, only to see their eyes dodging, their faces showing shame. Someone even lowered their head and whispered timidly: Pavilion Master... it is possible... I am just saying it is possible, that it really was not the Holy Land's doing...
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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."
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.”
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?!
