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!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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!
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.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
