At this moment, the burly figure shrouded in light and shadow slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, and Ling Xi.
Although his facial features were blurred, the gentle and approving look in his eyes was clearly conveyed.
"Not bad."
A deep and slightly hoarse voice sounded.
"Calm in the face of danger, with a solid foundation."
However, when his gaze inadvertently swept over Fatty Wang, who was hiding behind Xiao Ruobai with a complex expression and shifty eyes, Shi Wanshan's heart suddenly skipped a beat!
"Oh no!"
He cried out inwardly.
"I was too busy trying to look cool... Ah, no, I was too busy showing off my powerful strength to deter the scoundrels, and I completely forgot about this little fatty!
Look at his eyes... so sneaky, and even carrying a bit of grievance and lingering fear... Could it be that he recognized me as the passerby who... uh... 'borrowed' some resources from him back then?!"
Shi Wanshan suddenly felt a bit guilty.
Although he didn't care about trifling matters in his actions, if his martial nephew found out that he had once stripped the little fatty bare, where would he put this old face of his?
Especially since the tall and mighty image of a Dao Protector he had just established in front of the juniors would instantly collapse!
He quickly coughed lightly, forcibly suppressing that trace of unnaturalness. His gaze swiftly moved away from Fatty Wang, becoming majestic and profound once again, as if the pause just a moment ago was merely an illusion.
He said in a deep voice, "The crisis is temporarily resolved, but you must still be cautious and not careless."
In his heart, however, he muttered to himself, "This kid... probably didn't recognize me, right? Right, he definitely didn't!
With the majesty of a Saint, how could a mere Cave Heaven Realm cultivator see through my disguise? Yes, that must be it!"
Meanwhile, in the Eastern Region Branch of the Netherworld Palace, Phantom Shadow saw this scene through his avatar's perspective, and his mind instantly became clear.
"Interesting... there really is a Saint acting as a Dao Protector, and a Saint with such vigorous vitality at that."
He gently rested his hand on his forehead, as if weighing his options.
"Those idiots from the Glazed Holy Land have probably kicked an iron plate this time... However, this is a good opportunity that will save me a lot of trouble."
"Attacking and assassinating at this moment will not only show the Glazed Holy Land that my Netherworld Palace has fulfilled the contract, but I can also conveniently be defeated by this mysterious Saint, logically withdrawing from the battlefield and perfectly completing the mission!"
A dark light flashed in his eyes as he sat up straight, an invisible majesty spreading out.
"Since this person's strength is so great, the acting must be a bit more realistic."
With a thought, his avatar far away in the valley immediately received the command.
The void above the valley silently rippled like water, and a blurred, ethereal figure entirely shrouded in pure Netherworld death aura appeared without warning!
It was exactly the initial-stage Saint avatar sent by Phantom Shadow!
The timing of its appearance was incredibly tricky, happening right at the split second when Shi Wanshan looked at Xiao Ruobai and the others, and his mind relaxed slightly after just slaying a powerful enemy!
"The Netherworld Palace is executing a task, all who stand in the way shall be killed!"
The avatar issued a cold, emotionless declaration. A short blade dripping with black death aura in its hand turned into a dark stream of light that tore at the divine soul, aiming straight for the few people being protected in the back!
This strike was ruthless, swift, and intended for a certain kill!
"You're courting death!"
Shi Wanshan was furious! He had just blasted a person to death and his momentum was at its peak; how could he allow someone else to commit murder right in front of him?
Before he could even fully turn around, he threw a punch backhanded!
The majestic power of vitality and blood transformed into a condensed crimson fist aura, striking later but arriving first, fiercely crashing into that dark stream of light!
Boom!
The fist aura and the short blade collided, erupting in a deafening explosion! The Netherworld death aura and the scorching heat wave frantically intertwined and annihilated each other!
The Netherworld avatar's body shook violently, and it spat out blood, flying backward from the force. It was obvious that it was far inferior to Shi Wanshan in a pure clash of strength.
But its movement technique was bizarre, as if it had no physical body. After flickering a few times in the void, it neutralized most of the impact. Holding the short blade, it coldly confronted Shi Wanshan.
"Scum of the Netherworld Palace! Lingering like a haunting ghost!"
Shi Wanshan took a step forward, his burly body exuding a violent aura like a primordial fierce beast, dead-locking onto that Netherworld avatar.
"Daring to launch a sneak attack, I'll tear your bones apart!"
Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, and Ling Xi also reacted instantly. They quickly gathered together, their auras locking onto the suddenly appearing assassin, their eyes icy cold.
The cultivators watching the battle from afar were in an uproar once again!
"Holy... holy... holy shit! A... another Saint?! It's an assassin from the Netherworld Palace!"
"My God! The Netherworld Palace actually sent a Saint-level assassin! This truly is a fight to the bitter end!"
The spectating cultivators went completely crazy! Today's thrills came one wave after another; it was simply too much for their hearts to take!
"My heavens! What day is it today?! A meeting of Saints?! Saints, who are usually like divine dragons whose heads are seen but not their tails, are popping out one after another?!"
One cultivator was so excited that his voice changed pitch as he danced with joy.
"First an old Saint, then that mysterious body cultivator Saint, and now even a Saint-level assassin from the Netherworld Palace has appeared! What... what is wrong with the world?! Since when did Saints become as common as cabbages?!"
Another old cultivator beat his chest and stomped his feet, feeling that his understanding of the world had been completely overturned.
"It's worth it! Totally worth it! To be able to witness three Saints appearing in person in this lifetime, with two of them even fighting it out! Even if I'm shocked to death by the aftermath right now, it's damn well worth it!"
A bold rogue cultivator was flushed red with excitement, staring fixedly at the battlefield while simultaneously retreating.
"Quick! Quick, use the recording jade slips! Record this scene! Bringing this back to the sect will be a great merit!"
A clever fellow had already started taking action.
"Record my ass! When Saints fight, the Dao principles are in chaos. Ordinary jade slips can't retain the images at all! Memorize it with your heart! Imprint it with your divine soul! The details! Not a single detail can be missed! These are all priceless treasures!"
A more knowledgeable person shouted anxiously.
The entire viewing area completely boiled over. The crowd was restless, and exclamations, sighs, and discussions merged into one.
Many people even forgot their fear, left with only the excitement and thrill of witnessing history.
However, the successive eruptions of Saint-level fluctuations in the valley were like beacon fires in the dark night, instantly attracting the attention of the top factions in the entire Eastern Region.
Taixuan Holy Land, the Holy Lord's secret chamber.
The current Holy Lord, Xuanchengzi, received a secret report. The jade slip at his fingertips silently turned into powder, and a trace of a complex ripple flashed in his eyes.
"Martial Uncle Kuxuan... ultimately still took this path."
He sighed lightly, his tone containing shock, but more so a kind of relief.
"To force himself to hold on for thousands of years for an illusory life-extending opportunity, and now trying to forcibly snatch the secret token, ending up in such a state... Well, let the grudges end here. For him, and for the Holy Land, it can be considered a kind of liberation."
In the Glazed Holy Land, the Holy Lord's face was as gloomy as stagnant water.
He stared in the direction of Xuanzhou, cold light flashing in his eyes. "There really is a Saint acting as a Dao Protector. This Netherworld Palace is truly unreliable, a bunch of trash!"
Immediately after, the corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc. "But it doesn't matter, Elder Ying has already gone over. Open attacks are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to guard against. With him there, it won't be a big problem."
Ancient inheritances such as the Yaochi Holy Land, the Desolate Ancient Wang Family, and the Heavenly Secret Pavilion also had powerful divine senses sweeping across that region through the void, carrying scrutiny and curiosity.
"An unfamiliar body-refining Saint? His vitality and blood qi are incredibly vigorous..."
"The phenomena manifested by those little brats are quite extraordinary!"
"The Netherworld Palace has also interfered? How interesting..."
"We shall observe how things unfold and refrain from intervening for now."
Streams of divine intent—some apathetic, some inquisitive, some calculating—converged in the void before quietly fading away once more.
Beneath the seemingly tranquil waters of the Eastern Region, this sudden, unexpected variable had begun to stir up endless ripples.
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.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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!
