Gu Changge withdrew his gaze, casting his eyes once again toward the extreme distance. It was as if his vision pierced through the endless void, seeing certain ancient existences that were being awakened from their slumber, exuding dense death aura and monstrous coercion.
One of these auras came from the deepest part of some ancient sacred land. It was filled with rot and decay, as if it would pass away into the Great Dao at any moment, but the power hidden deep within it was still palpitating.
That was a true patriarch of a sacred land, with less than ten years of lifespan remaining. His thirst for the Elixir of Immortality was enough to make him pay any price and set off a boundless massacre!
"Even Saints... are about to lose their patience?" Gu Changge whispered softly, yet there were no ripples in his eyes. "This play is getting more and more interesting."
However, right at this moment—
"Ouch! It hurts like hell!!"
A shrill yet somewhat comical scream suddenly broke the usual tranquility of the Purple Bamboo Peak.
At the entrance of the Eternal Paragon Tower, a burst of light twisted, and a figure tumbled out quite miserably like a thrown sandbag. He rolled on the ground twice before stabilizing his posture. It was none other than the Sect Master of the Azure Profound Sect, Xuanyangzi!
His appearance at this moment was truly somewhat miserable. His originally transcendent and immortal-like Daoist robe now had several tears in it and was stained with dirt. His hair bun was disheveled, with a few strands of hair hanging down.
His face was even more bruised, black and blue. Especially his left eye socket, a dark bruised ring was particularly striking, completely destroying his originally majestic temperament and making him look rather comical instead.
Xuanyangzi lay on the ground, baring his teeth and gasping in pain, his mind still a bit dazed.
"Hiss... my old waist...?! Truly having no martial virtue, aiming only for the face!"
He rubbed his aching arms and legs while cursing, feeling as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.
Suddenly, his movements stiffened, and he abruptly looked up at his surroundings.
The familiar scenery of the Purple Bamboo Peak, the misty mountains in the distance, and... the Eternal Paragon Tower behind him that had just spat him out.
"I... I am out?"
Xuanyangzi froze for a moment, then realized that he had been forcibly beaten out by the projection of the Great Emperor Hundred Battles inside the tower!
And he lost even more miserably than last time!
An indescribable sense of shame and indignation instantly welled up in his heart.
To think that he, the dignified Sect Master of the Azure Profound Sect, was now a mighty figure in the Saint Realm. Having obtained his junior brother's Emperor Scripture and resources, his cultivation had greatly advanced. He originally thought he could last a bit longer in the tower, and even fantasized that one day he could defeat the projection of a Great Emperor at the same realm...
Yet the result was that he was still beaten so miserably, and finally kicked out without any mercy!
If the disciples of the sect saw this, where would he put his face as the Sect Master?
Like a thief, he sneakily looked left and right, and his divine sense swept through the surroundings as swiftly as a breeze.
"No one saw it, right? Please let no one have seen this..." he prayed inwardly, his old face feeling a bit hot.
Hmm? Martial Niece Lingxi does not seem to be on the peak. The aura of Elder Ji Mie cannot be sensed either, and Junior Brother Shi is not here... Good, good...
However, when his divine sense swept across the peak, he saw Gu Changge standing with his hands behind his back, facing away from him.
"Uh... Junior Brother is here..." Xuanyangzi's old face flushed red, but he soon felt relieved.
"Forget it, forget it. If Junior Brother saw it, then he saw it. It is not the first time anyway... In front of him, I, as the Sect Master, have long lost any image to speak of..."
He struggled to climb up but pulled at his injuries. He could not help but gasp again, rubbing his bruised eye socket and wailing, "Ouch... it really hurts... That projection was too ruthless..."
Right at this moment—
"Moo~~~"
A low moo, carrying an obvious tone of teasing and schadenfreude, came from the spiritual herb garden not far away.
Xuanyangzi's movements stiffened, and he slowly turned his head.
He saw that the Azure Heaven Bull King, who usually lay lazily taking naps, was now holding up its massive bull head. Its copper-bell-like eyes were wide open, staring unblinkingly in his direction.
Its huge bull mouth was slightly parted, and the corners of its mouth seemed to curl upward into an extremely human-like arc. Its eyes were filled with undisguised... mockery!
It was as if it were saying, "Look at you! Beaten out again, aren't you? Hahaha!"
Xuanyangzi: "!!!"
His old face instantly flushed bright red. He jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, ignoring the pain all over his body, and pointed at the Azure Heaven Bull King, roaring in exasperation:
"You darn old bull! You... you, you, you... what are you laughing at?! What does a garden-watching beast like you know?! I was... I was discussing the Dao and sparring with an ancient Great Emperor! Sparring, do you understand?! It is a glorious defeat! Glorious!!!"
The Azure Heaven Bull King snorted disdainfully, blowing out two streams of white air. It shook its big head, and the mockery in its eyes grew even thicker, as if saying, "Come on, you got beaten into a panda eye and you still call it glorious? Your Grandpa Bull munching on spiritual herbs looks better than you fighting!"
Xuanyangzi was so angry at this bull that his whole body trembled. He pointed at it, stammering "You... you..." for a long time, but could not force out a complete sentence. Arguing with a beast—winning was not glorious, and losing was even more embarrassing!
His face was flushed red from holding it in. Finally, he could only resentfully flick his torn sleeve, pretending to be calm as he adjusted his tattered Daoist robe in an attempt to salvage a bit of his majesty as the Sect Master. He muttered, "Hmph! One cannot discuss ice with a summer bug! This Sect Master will not lower himself to your level!"
As he muttered, he rubbed his bruised eye socket and limped a few steps toward Gu Changge. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He could not help but point at the Azure Heaven Bull King and complain to Gu Changge.
"Changge! Look! Look at this stupid bull! It is simply rebelling against the heavens! It actually dares to mock this Sect Master! What... what kind of decency is this!"
Hearing this, the Azure Heaven Bull King was not afraid at all. Instead, it snorted again and shook its big head: "What? Not convinced? If you have the skill, go back into the tower and practice with the Great Emperor again!"
Xuanyangzi suddenly smacked his lips, savoring the thought, "Junior Brother! It is not that I want to say it, but this beef... it has been a long time since I had beef, and your Senior Brother... I miss it dearly! Look at how plump and sturdy it is... stewing a pot... stewing a pot will definitely be very nourishing!"
As soon as his voice fell, the Azure Heaven Bull King's copper-bell-like eyes instantly widened, and the fur all over its body nearly stood on end!
"Moo!!!"
It let out a roar of shock and anger, abruptly standing up from the ground. It stared vigilantly at Xuanyangzi, its four hooves restlessly pawing at the ground, blowing heavy white air from its nose.
"You darn Xuanyangzi! You cannot beat the Great Emperor so you want to eat your Grandpa Bull?! How about the two of us have a go!"
Xuanyangzi was in a fit of anger and being repeatedly provoked by this bull, how could he hold back?
Immediately, ignoring the pain all over his body, he rolled up his tattered sleeves, stiffened his neck, and roared, "Have a go then! Who is afraid of who! Do you really think this Sect Master cannot teach a garden-watching bull a lesson?!"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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!
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.”
