A flicker of rage, born of being watched and belittled, quietly surged within him.
Wang Zhan had just refined his cultivation, his spirit riding high. How could he tolerate such disdain from others?
"Sword in White, here to test my blade!" the man in white announced. His voice remained calm, yet carried an unstoppable momentum.
Test his blade?
Wang Zhan was stunned at first, then laughed in fury!
Hahaha!
A junior disciple of War Asura dared to come and "test blades" with him right when he had broken through and was at his peak momentum?
Did they really think Wang Zhan was made of clay?
Did they truly believe his Heavenly Cang Sacred Body was a stepping-stone anyone could trample?
"Fine! A fine 'test of blades' it is!"
Wang Zhan, enraged, his pale-green eyes blazing with icy light, let his blood and qi boil even more violently than before.
"Since you’ve come to me willingly, I’ll offer you up as a sacrificial flag—a mere appetizer before the great battle!"
"Let’s hope your sword lives up to your arrogance!"
Before his words faded, a terrifying battle intent, as tangible as solid matter, crashed down upon Fang Hanyu!
…
A day later, across the Eastern Domain, in every bustling ancient city, teeming tavern, and mist-shrouded sect, a shocking piece of news spread like a hurricane!
"Have you heard? Earth-shattering news! The Heavenly Cang Sacred Body of the Wang family, Wang Zhan… has lost again!"
Inside a tavern, a cultivator slammed down his cup, his voice sharp with excitement.
"What?! Impossible!"
The man beside him was horrified. "Wang Zhan? Didn’t he lose to War Asura before and go into seclusion? How could he lose again?"
"It’s absolutely true!"
The first speaker sprayed spittle as he spoke.
"A few days ago, at the ruins of the Demon Heaven Sect! He was publicly defeated by War Asura’s junior disciple, Sword in White! And this happened right after Wang Zhan broke through and greatly advanced his cultivation!"
The entire tavern erupted!
"Heavens! First War Asura, now Sword in White—are they trying to defy the heavens?"
"Sword in White? Is he really that strong?"
"Tell us the details! Wasn’t Wang Zhan supposed to be an invincible Sacred Body? How did he fall twice to these brothers?"
At this point, a gray-robed elder who seemed more informed stroked his beard and said solemnly, "I have a friend who watched from afar. They say that battle was brutally fierce!"
After Wang Zhan broke through, his aura was indeed terrifying and overwhelming, with the Heavenly Cang Sacred Body manifesting astonishing visions. But that Sword in White—he was truly an unsheathed sword unlike any other!"
He paused, scanning the curious eyes around him, and lowered his voice: "The two fought for nearly three hundred rounds!"
Sword light and sacred blood flew together. They caused half of the mountains near the Demon Heaven Sect to collapse again!
In the end, Sword in White, at the peak of the Celestial Realm, used his sword to forcibly breach Wang Zhan’s Sacred Body defense, severely wounding and defeating him!"
"What?! At the Celestial Realm? Another Celestial Realm cultivator, defeating a bolstered Wang Zhan?"
The crowd gasped.
"And that’s not all!"
The gray-robed elder dropped another bombshell.
"The most terrifying thing is that after defeating Wang Zhan, Sword in White immediately drew celestial energy into his body. It happened naturally, and he stepped straight into the King Realm!
They say his breakthrough visions were no less extraordinary than War Asura’s!"
The tavern fell into dead silence. A pin drop could be heard.
Suddenly, a middle-aged cultivator who had been stuck at the peak of the Celestial Realm for years slammed the table hard, his eyes blazing with fervor.
"I get it! I finally get it! So this is the right way to break into the King Realm!
Push your limits in extreme combat, overcome those above you, and prove your own path! That’s how you transform like a butterfly! Is Wang Zhan still there? I want to fight him too!"
The moment he spoke, jeers came from nearby.
"Give it up, Old Man Li! How many years have you been stuck in the Celestial Realm? Don’t you realize?" sneered a sharp-faced, scrawny man.
"What talent does Sword in White have? What talent do you have? If you imitate him, you’ll probably be swatted to dust by Wang Zhan!"
"Exactly!" another echoed.
"Trying to draw a tiger but ending up with a dog! Without the strength, trying to challenge higher realms is just suicide!"
Just then, a voice tinged with arrogance and skepticism came from the second-floor private booth.
The speaker was a richly dressed young man, clearly at the middle stage of the King Realm, a scion of some reclusive clan. He hadn’t witnessed the battle.
"Hmph, in my opinion, there’s something fishy about this whole affair. This Wang Zhan—they hype him up to no end, calling him the Heavenly Cang Sacred Body, peerless among his generation.
And what happens? He first loses to War Asura, a Celestial Realm cultivator, then to Sword in White, another Celestial Realm cultivator.
Getting defeated by those beneath him time and again… this Sacred Body.
Ha. Maybe it’s all hype from the Wang family? Nothing but an empty reputation?"
These words silenced the tavern. Many were thoughtful, nodding slowly.
Yes, once could be an accident. But twice?
Was Wang Zhan really not as strong as they said? Was his Heavenly Cang Sacred Body full of holes?
"Nonsense!"
Suddenly, a gruff voice rang out. A bearded, burly man stood up—he had witnessed Xiao Ruobai’s battle with Wang Zhan from afar. He glared at the young man on the second floor.
"What the hell do you know? I saw it with my own eyes! Wang Zhan’s strength is real!
The pressure from that Heavenly Cang Sacred Body, even from miles away, made it hard to breathe! That rogue son of Qilin, once rampant, was beaten by Wang Zhan.
The reason he lost to War Asura and Sword in White isn’t that Wang Zhan is weak—it’s that those two monsters are too strong! So strong they defy all logic!"
"That’s right!"
Others who had seen that battle echoed.
"Wang Zhan is definitely not weak! It’s just those two—they’re far too transcendent!"
Yet, the seed of doubt had been sown.
Many who hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, who only knew the names, especially prideful young prodigies, couldn’t help but think:
"Maybe Wang Zhan, after successive defeats, has lost his Dao heart, and his strength is greatly diminished?"
"If I could defeat him, wouldn’t I become famous overnight?"
"Even if I lose, trading blows with a former top prodigy—it doesn’t seem like a bad deal."
The tavern’s debates grew fiercer, and an undercurrent began to stir.
Many eyes flickered, their thoughts straying in different directions.
Clearly, Wang Zhan—severely wounded and with his reputation shattered—was about to face a flood of challengers eager to use him as a stepping-stone.
Beneath a shattered peak, Wang Zhan slumped against a charred broken dragon stone, thoroughly defeated.
His dark battle robe was tattered into rags, soaked through with dark golden sacred blood clinging to gashed wounds that exposed bone.
The hole in his chest, made by Sword in White’s final strike, had stopped bleeding, but the wound’s edges remained weirdly burned and twisted, as if scarred by the purest sword intent, impossibly to heal.
His black hair fell loose, matted with dust and dried blood, covering most of his face.
Yet, the eyes visible through his hair strands were a hollow, deathly gray. They held none of the sharpness or confidence from his breakthrough.
Only occasionally, when a breeze lifted the hair from his forehead, revealing the vicious sword scar beneath,
would a flicker of extreme pain and humiliation flash in those dead-gray depths—along with a trace of confusion he himself refused to admit.
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.
