"BOOM——!"
These words were even more vicious than Wang Zhan's "Reality-Shattering" fist, directly shattering the last shred of Mo Yu's self-respect and every excuse he had left!
They laid bare his most unbearable, most unwilling-to-admit inner self in vivid detail!
Yes! When he fought Wang Zhan, had he ever possessed that unyielding, death-defying resolve?
His mind had been filled with nothing but how to win with dignity, how to protect his reputation!
Mo Yu's face turned deathly pale, his body trembling violently.
Yet, in the midst of this extreme humiliation and despair, an even crazier thought flashed through the darkness like lightning, suddenly illuminating his nearly lifeless heart!
This person saw through all my weakness at a single glance! His power, his vision, that pure, unadulterated warrior spirit—aren't these exactly what I lack?!
A thought, one that even he deemed absurd and insane yet carried a fatal temptation, began to spread wildly like wildfire—I want to follow him!
This isn't sinking into degradation; it's rebirth! This isn't shame; it's enlightenment!
He abruptly lifted his head, and a nearly obsessive, fervent light burst forth from his once-dull eyes, locking onto Xiao Ruo Bai with an unwavering gaze.
That look was too complex—full of struggle, awe, and the desperation of a gamble with fate. He stared like that, as if conducting a silent oath that would seal his destiny.
Xiao Ruo Bai's heart started to beat frantically from being stared at like that. He instinctively stepped back half a pace, crossed his arms protectively over his chest, and alarms blared in his mind.
"What does this look mean? Did the beating break his brain? I'm not into guys, you know!"
Even Little Black in the void tilted its head, a rare hint of confusion flickering in its golden pupils as a puzzled whimper escaped its throat.
Just as this eerie silence was about to reach its peak, Mo Yu, the once-almighty Prodigy of the Qilin, mustered all his strength, his voice hoarse yet carrying an unyielding finality, and roared:
"I am willing to pledge my loyalty to you as your master! Please allow me to follow you!"
The moment these words were spoken, it was like a thunderclap crashing down. The entire scene fell into absolute silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stood frozen in place, their faces etched with an almost incomprehensible shock.
Mo Yu's earth-shattering declaration fell like a divine thunderbolt from the Nine Heavens, plunging the entire ruined battlefield into a deathly hush! Time itself seemed to freeze in that instant.
All the onlookers—whether the various prodigies from distant mountain peaks, the ordinary cultivators on the periphery, or even the mighty beings of vast aura high in the heavens—
All of them, as if struck by a paralysis spell, stood rooted to the spot, their faces filled with an ultimate, impossible-to-fathom shock!
"Did I hear that right? The Qilin Prodigy Mo Yu wants to pledge allegiance to the Battle Asura as his master?"
A cultivator stammered to himself, rubbing his ears violently, wondering if his hearing had been damaged in the earlier storm of energy.
"Madness! The Qilin Prodigy's Dao heart must have completely broken—he's gone utterly mad!"
Someone gasped in shock, their eyes filled with horror and pity. "He is a prodigy of the demon clan, bearing the Imperial Bloodline! How can he utter such self-deprecating words!"
"Pledge himself to a human as his master? This is a marvel unheard of since time immemorial! A demon of Imperial Blood bowing to a human as a vassal? That's a shame ten million times worse than death!"
Gasps of shock, cries of alarm, and questions surged like a tide after the brief stillness. Everyone was shaken to their core by this world-upside-down scene, their very Dao hearts wavering.
Above the nine heavens, Wang Zhan's father’s pupils abruptly contracted, first in utter shock, then a corner of his mouth curled into an undisguised sneer of contempt and gloating.
“Hmph, Qilin Imperial Blood? Nothing special after all! So pathetic, groveling in the dust like this! Though Zhan’er lost, his pride remains unbroken! The demon race truly is nothing but spineless weaklings!”
The frustration he had felt because of Xiao Ruobai now eased somewhat, thanks to Mo Yu’s “cringing and obsequious” display—as if he had found an even more contemptible object for comparison.
Meanwhile, Xing Lan of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion erupted with unprecedented, dazzling light of deduction in his deep eyes, staring intently at the resolute Mo Yu below and the calm Xiao Ruobai. A towering wave crashed within his heart.
“Could such a thing happen?! Imperial blood kneeling in submission?! The fate of this Battle Asura can actually trigger such a drastic shift?!
Is this boy truly the destined one of this era?! No! I must report this to the Pavilion Master immediately!”
Below, Wang Zhan, who had barely managed to suppress his injuries and was quietly regulating his breath, had his energy jolted by the sudden turn of events. His eyes snapped open, and as he stared at Mo Yu, they brimmed with disbelief.
“Mo Yu! You actually…!”
At that moment, at the center of the storm, Xiao Ruobai looked at the Qilin Scion before him—disheveled and battered, yet with eyes burning with stubborn insistence—and furrowed his brows almost imperceptibly.
He had anticipated that Mo Yu might rage, might refuse to yield, might argue back, but he never expected the other to directly declare he wanted to “pledge allegiance as his master.”
“Pledge allegiance to me? What kind of scheme is this Qilin boy playing at?”
Xiao Ruobai’s thoughts raced. “Is he talking nonsense after his Dao heart shattered? Or is this some underhanded tactic of retreating in order to advance? Or did he truly see something in this defeat?”
Xiao Ruobai’s gaze turned sharp as a blade, as if trying to pierce Mo Yu’s sea of consciousness to perceive his true intentions.
“Troublesome,” Xiao Ruobai sighed inwardly.
He did not answer immediately, only silently watched Mo Yu, his eyes filled with scrutiny and probing.
This brief silence carried more oppressive weight than any words, and the murmuring crowd that had just risen once again subsided involuntarily.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the Battle Asura’s reply.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, pausing for a moment over Mo Yu’s face—a face mingling humiliation, despair, yet also a flicker of desperate entreaty.
He could feel that these words were not empty boasts, but rather a desperate resolve born from breaking and rebuilding.
After a brief silence, Xu Yan’s surprise gradually faded, returning to his earlier calm, but a trace of unfathomable depth lingered in his eyes.
He spoke flatly: “Following me means casting aside all the empty fame you’ve accumulated in the past, means you will face battles ten times bloodier than today, and means your life or death shall be bound to my will.”
“Have you thought this through clearly?”
Mo Yu met his gaze, which seemed to pierce his very soul, gritted his teeth hard, and knocked his head heavily against the ground. His forehead struck the icy rubble, producing a dull sound.
“I have thought it through! Please take me in, my lord!”
Xiao Ruobai silently watched Mo Yu, who knelt prostrate with his forehead pressed to the rubble, his body trembling uncontrollably with excitement and tension.
His gaze was calm, yet it seemed to weigh a thousand jun, pressing down on Mo Yu’s spine and on the hearts of all present.
He was pondering.
To accept the Qilin Scion Mo Yu? This child was proud and overbearing—was his current defeat-driven submission a genuine pledge, or just a momentary impulse?
Though the Qilin King's blood was undoubtedly precious, if his heart was not sincere, it might lead to trouble in the future.
What he sought was the supreme path of martial prowess; he had no need for those who were half-hearted or merely borne empty reputations.
Moreover, the Southern Domain’s demonic clan forces entangled in the background—whether they would bring fortune or calamity remained uncertain.
Time itself seemed to stretch in that moment.
Above the ruins, the wind wailed, and the breaths of the distant onlookers were instinctively held. The eyes of all were fixed upon the newly ascended king and the once-arrogant scion of the Qilin, now lying beneath his feet.
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!
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."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
