Inside the cave, Fatty Wang's tale of blood and tears came to an end. He slumped onto the ground, his face full of annoyance.
Xiao Ruobai finished dealing with the last trace of death aura on his arm and looked up at Ling Xi. Third Junior Sister, did Master ask you to come down the mountain?
Ling Xi nodded slightly, her eyes looking somewhat profound under the dancing firelight. Master said it was lively here, so he sent me to gain some experience and see the world.
She paused, her gaze sweeping over Xiao Ruobai, whose battle intent had yet to fade, and Fang Hanyu, whose aura was deep and steady. A very faint smile flashed across the corners of her lips.
It seems that the recent experiences of my two senior brothers have been far more... colorful than I imagined.
Xiao Ruobai laughed heartily and patted the Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Halberd beside him. Isn't that the truth! Sparring with these old monsters has really loosened up my bones!
Although he spoke lightly, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. It was obvious that these fierce battles had benefited him greatly.
He suddenly remembered something and turned to ask Fatty Wang, Right, Fatty, you just said you were stripped naked... What about the Seven Stars Secret Token? Was it also taken?
Hearing this, Fatty Wang instantly perked up. He chuckled smugly and fished out the quaint token from his chest, waving it around.
Big bro, are you talking about that black-hearted thief who doesn't know a good thing when he sees it? He stripped me bare, but actually threw this token back to me like it was trash! Haha, your Lord Fatty got a free bargain!
He put the token away like a prized treasure, then looked eagerly at the several spatial rings that Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu had looted.
Big bro, second bro, quickly check if there are any top-grade talisman papers and spirit ink in these spoils of war! This time I'm going to draw a few big ones. Next time someone blocks my door, I'll definitely blow them to pieces!
Just as Fatty Wang was rubbing his hands together in anticipation and Xiao Ruobai and the others were preparing to inventory their harvest and meditate to adjust their breathing, the news of them defying the heavens to slay Kings and beheading old monsters swept across the entire Eastern Region like a violent hurricane at an astonishing speed.
The top factions of the Eastern Region grew deeply wary of them.
In the Supreme Profound Holy Land, Holy Son Yun Yicheng gripped the jade slip recording the details of the battle so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His usual gentle expression was replaced by extreme shock. Looking at the sea of clouds outside the window, he muttered to himself.
Heavenly Beings slaying Kings... our generation has truly been looking at the sky from the bottom of a well. The Dao Protector elder behind him remained silent, his eyes equally filled with disbelief.
When other Holy Son level figures from major Holy Lands received the news, their faces turned ashen, and some even accidentally knocked over their spirit tea.
They usually prided themselves as heaven's chosen, constantly competing with each other. Yet at this moment, they clearly felt a despairing gap, like the light of a firefly compared to the bright moon.
In the Glazed Holy Land, the stone door of a cave dwelling swirling with dense spiritual energy opened with a loud rumble. A young man dressed in luxurious robes, his face somewhat pale and weak, stepped out.
It was none other than the Quasi-Holy Son who had been in seclusion for a long time—Xue Wuhen. He had consumed a massive amount of the Holy Land's precious resources just to barely restore his cultivation back to the late stage of the Cave Heaven Realm.
Compared to his arrogance and domineering attitude before his seclusion, a trace of indelible fear was now hidden deep in his eyes, and even his aura seemed somewhat volatile and unstable.
In order to rebuild his Dao heart, he had truly suffered endless torment during this seclusion.
For the first few days, he couldn't even swallow clear water. Whenever he saw liquid food, the filthy image of that latrine would flash before his eyes, causing his stomach to churn and making him vomit endlessly.
Even his favorite top-tier ingredients from the past now made him nauseous just thinking about them. This comprehensive devastation of both his body and spirit had almost completely broken him.
At this moment, he forced himself out of seclusion, trying hard to restore his former haughtiness on his face, but his slightly trembling fingertips betrayed his inner fragility.
He looked at the disciple waiting respectfully outside the cave dwelling, his voice carrying a barely noticeable hoarseness and urgency.
During my time in seclusion, has there been any news from outside the sect? That damn fatty... has he been caught?!
He practically gritted his teeth as he asked the last question, extremely venomous light shooting from his eyes.
In his heart, all his humiliation stemmed from that damn fatty! As long as he could tear Fatty Wang into ten thousand pieces and extract his soul for refinement, he could completely wash away this stain and regain his Dao heart!
Hearing this, the disciple's body trembled violently. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, and he fell to his knees with a thud, his voice carrying a crying tone. R-Reporting to the Quasi-Holy Son... The f-fatty... He, he...
Seeing him like this, an extremely ominous premonition rose in Xue Wuhen's heart, but holding onto a sliver of hope, he shouted sternly, Why are you stammering! Speak! Has he been caught? Where is he locked up, take me there quickly.
N-No, Quasi-Holy Son! The disciple almost collapsed to the ground.
That fatty... not only was he not caught... he, he later met two fiends at the border of Xuan Province, and they killed Master Yuji!
What Master Yuji? Xue Wuhen didn't react immediately and asked subconsciously. Then, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpricks. What did you say? The King Realm Master Yuji?!
Exactly, Quasi-Holy Son! the disciple wailed. The news is absolutely true, it has already spread throughout the Eastern Region! They are even more powerful now!
This is outrageous! What about the Holy Land? Did they not step forward again?!
Xue Wuhen's voice carried his final expectation and a barely detectable tremble; the Holy Land was his only hope for revenge.
The disciple trembled all over, burying his head even lower, his voice filled with fear. Reporting to the Holy Son, the Holy Land... the higher-ups of the Holy Land seem to be wary...
Wary?
Xue Wuhen acted as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world and interrupted emotionally, My Glazed Holy Land would be wary of a few wild rogue cultivators? What kind of background do they have?! Speak!
Frightened by his harsh voice, the disciple shivered and hurriedly said, It is said that those two fiends, one is called Battle Asura and the other is Sword in White. It seems there is a peerless powerhouse standing behind them!
Battle Asura, Sword in White. A peerless powerhouse...
These words were like a death knell, exploding with a rumble in Xue Wuhen's mind!
Of course he knew these two titles!
What made his entire body run cold was the terrifying rumor about the powerhouse behind them—turning the Demonic Heaven Sect to ashes with a snap of their fingers! What kind of heaven-defying means was that?
Although the Glazed Holy Land was strong, they absolutely did not want to easily forge a blood feud with such an existence!
It seems that counting on the Holy Land to go all out to avenge me will be difficult...
This realization was like a basin of ice water, extinguishing his last sliver of fantasy. But immediately after, an even more twisted sense of unwillingness and resentment bred from the bottom of his heart.
This extraordinary humiliation, this hatred that had almost ruined his Dao foundation—if he could not avenge it, his cultivation in this life would never advance another inch. Inner demons would run rampant, and he would live under a shadow forever!
But this blood feud... if I don't avenge it, how can my Dao heart remain stable?!
Just as his mind was agitated and he was almost swallowed by despair, another thought suddenly popped up. The news of his miserable exit from seclusion definitely couldn't be kept a secret.
How would those rivals within the Holy Land who already disliked him, the other Quasi-Holy Sons, mock him? I'm afraid that at this very moment, he, Xue Wuhen, had already become the biggest laughingstock in the entire Glazed Holy Land!
Staying here meant not only giving up all hope of revenge, but also enduring endless ridicule and disdainful glares. This was a fate worse than death!
He couldn't stay here any longer... he had to leave immediately!
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."
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.
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.”
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
