Ling Xi's figure, as if stepping out of an ink painting, silently appeared beside Fatty Wang.
She still wore an ordinary cyan dress, her features delicate and elegant, her aura peaceful. However, her clear eyes currently harbored an icy sharpness.
This sudden scene caused the entire battlefield to come to a standstill.
Almost at the same time, the various cultivators hiding in the dark, spying on this place with their divine senses, were shaken to their cores, as if struck by an invisible heavy hammer!
A... another one?! A wave of divine sense transmitted an unbelievable fluctuation.
Heavenly Realm?! Another Heavenly Realm expert! She actually managed to casually repel Shadowless's sure-kill strike?! Another divine sense was filled with horror.
What is going on today?! Such heaven-defying monsters are rarely seen even in ten thousand years, yet now they are popping out one after another as if they cost nothing?!
Battle Asura and Sword in White are already shocking enough. This cyan-clad woman... her previous move seemed even more effortless than the first two! When did the Eastern Region harbor so many hidden true dragons?!
Who is she?! Why have we never heard of her? Is she also here for the secret token? Now... the situation is completely chaotic!
Chaotic divine senses intertwined in the dark, full of shock, fear, and an even deeper layer of dread.
Ling Xi's entrance, with its incomprehensible manner and effect, brought a far stronger impact to all the onlookers than when Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu appeared!
Shadowless stabilized his figure several zhang away. The astonishment on his face, which usually resembled ten-thousand-year-old ice, slowly faded, replaced by extreme solemnity and scrutiny.
He stared fixedly at Ling Xi, his voice dry and cold: Who are you?
He could feel that the casual finger strike just now contained pure and majestic power, and the timing was grasped to the absolute peak of perfection. What was even more terrifying was that he had completely failed to detect this woman's existence beforehand!
Ling Xi did not answer him. She merely glanced at him indifferently. That gaze was calm and rippleless, yet it made a cold-blooded killer like Shadowless feel an inexplicable chill, as if he had been apathetically swept over by some supreme existence.
Xiao Ruobai looked at the familiar cyan dress and profile, instantly reacting. Although her appearance had changed, he would absolutely not mistake her.
Third... Third Junior Sister?! Ling Xi?!
To think that Master actually let Ling Xi descend the mountain as well, and her strength had advanced to such a degree!
A flash of understanding also crossed Fang Hanyu's eyes. His tense mind relaxed slightly, and he gave a slight nod in Ling Xi's direction. Everything was understood without words.
Feeling their gazes, Ling Xi slightly tilted her head and gave a gentle nod to her two senior brothers.
At this moment, the one most shocked was none other than Fatty Wang.
Having narrowly escaped death, his chubby face was deathly pale. He slumped on the ground, panting heavily, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.
Looking up at this unfamiliar cyan-clad figure, that cold yet peaceful aura actually made him feel an unprecedented sense of security.
The shock of surviving a calamity, coupled with this sudden protection, especially seeing that his eldest and second brothers knew her...
A feeling of being cherished, something he had never experienced before, welled up in his heart. It made his nose sour, and tears flowed uncontrollably. Choking back sobs, he said, M-many thanks for saving my life! Never... no one has ever been this good to me before...
Just as Fatty Wang was choking out his thanks, Venerable Withered Bone recovered from his extreme shock.
Venerable Withered Bone's shriveled lips parted slightly, his cloudy eyes nailed dead onto Ling Xi.
Having lived for nearly a thousand years, his will was already as firm as a boulder. But at this moment, an almost absurd feeling gripped him.
One Heavenly Realm... and another Heavenly Realm! That halberd-wielding brat was fighting more bravely as the battle went on, his aura still climbing!
That swordsman's sword intent reached the profound, unfathomably deep!
And now, this cyan-clad woman... her casual finger strike just now actually made Shadowless's tricky and vicious sure-kill blow, which was enough to heavily injure someone of the same realm, vanish without a trace like a clay ox entering the sea!
His throat went dry, and his voice sounded as if it were ground from a grinding wheel, carrying a tremor of disbelief: Has this world gone mad?! Such heaven-defying monsters... it's hard to produce even one in ten thousand years... how could they spring up like bamboo shoots after a rain today... three of them popping out at once?!
Beside him, Murong Qiu gripped his sword until his knuckles turned white. He muttered absentmindedly, his thousand years of pride in the Way of the Sword crushed to dust at this moment.
The potential displayed by these three young people before his eyes made him feel a profound sense of powerlessness and despair.
Underneath his mask, the Shadowless Sect Master's complexion was extremely ugly. The feeling of his strike being easily devoured just now left his heart palpitating.
He spoke again hoarsely, attempting to probe her background: Just who is Your Excellency? With such cultivation, you shouldn't be a nobody!
Ling Xi's gaze remained calm. She didn't even linger on him for a second longer, as if he were merely an insignificant stumbling block.
This absolute disregard made the aura around Shadowless grow even colder.
Extreme dread flashed through Venerable Withered Bone's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an even deeper madness.
He hissed: Hand over the secret token! This old man can swear an inner demon oath to let you leave! Otherwise, even if it means my soul perishes and my dao vanishes today, I will drag you down with me!
This was already a concession. He truly did not want to fight to the death with these three unfathomable monsters.
Hearing this, Xiao Ruobai laughed wildly. Pointing his battle halberd from afar, he spoke with awe-inspiring dominance: It's no longer a matter of you letting us leave, but a matter of whether you can leave!
What a joke! Do you really think we are afraid of you?!
Venerable Withered Bone was thoroughly enraged. He roared, and the death aura around him churned like boiling water. His originally withered body erupted with a terrifying aura as he actually began to burn his scarce remaining source blood essence!
Take them down, search their souls and seize their spirits! Perhaps we can also glimpse a trace of the profound mysteries! Otherwise, in another ten years, you and I will both be nothing but a handful of yellow earth! What else is there to lose?!
His emaciated body erupted with a terrifying aura as he lunged at Xiao Ruobai once again.
The Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs Finger was unleashed at full power. The finger radiance became more solid, and a deathly silent aura permeated the air, as if trying to turn this entire realm into a domain of death!
Murong Qiu also recovered from his initial shock.
That old ghost Withered Bone might still be able to drag out his feeble existence using the Netherworld Escape Art, but my, Murong Qiu's, sword heart is already tainted, and my path of the Dao is broken!
Having offended three monsters with such monstrous backgrounds, if I cannot seize the secret token today to exchange for that sliver of survival, even though the world is vast, how will there be any place for me in the future?!
Once this thought arose, it grew like an inner demon, instantly swallowing all his hesitation.
A trace of near-mad ruthlessness flashed in Murong Qiu's eyes. His originally clear sword intent suddenly became murky and dark. He was actually willing to burn his already damaged sword heart origin to forcibly stimulate his potential!
The longsword in his hand let out a mournful hum. The sword light became increasingly eerie and unpredictable, carrying a tragic aura of mutual destruction. He hissed in agreement with Venerable Withered Bone: That's right! Today, either they die, or our Dao perishes!
Seeing this, Xiao Ruobai was not alarmed but delighted. He laughed wildly, his battle intent erupting like a volcano as he once again met Venerable Withered Bone, whose aura had grown even more berserk from burning his origin.
Old bones, putting your life on the line? Just what I wanted! Your young master will play with you to the end! War God's Nine Tribulations—Slaughtering Immortals!
The dark-gold halberd phantom tore through the heavens, clashing madly against the sun-blotting spectral claw. Every single impact unleashed devastating shockwaves of energy!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
