"WHAT THE FUCK!!!"
Shi Wanshan felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. He stood frozen in place, his rough, burly face instantly flushing a deep shade of liver-red!
An indescribable mixture of searing pain, fury, humiliation, and sheer disbelief exploded like a volcano in his chest!
"MY storage ring!!! ALL my life's savings!!! Which goddamn bastard did this?! Huh?!"
He let out a heart-rending roar, the shockwaves of his voice shaking dust loose from the ceiling of the shabby cave dwelling!
A hundred years of carefully hoarded treasures, the substantial wealth he'd accumulated over time—through shameless persistence, no, reasonable resource acquisition—at Purple Bamboo Peak, plus the fortunes he'd just won upon entering the Emperor's Tomb! All of it, gone!
"Don't let me find out who did this!!! I'll make you pay!!! I'll skin you alive! Tear you limb from limb!!!"
Shi Wanshan trembled with rage, his eyes bloodshot, like a furious lion that had its cub stolen. He paced in circles, wanting nothing more than to devour the thief alive!
In his fury, his gaze swept across the ground, and he suddenly froze.
Not far away, a few items lay scattered on the floor.
"Eh?"
The storm of his rage hit a sudden pause.
Suspiciously, he stepped forward, crouched down, and carefully picked up these items—each one was a life-saving trump card!
"This...?"
He fingered the treasures that still carried his own aura, completely bewildered.
"He robbed me, but deliberately left me a few means of survival? This devious bastard... still has a shred of conscience?"
But the next second, he jolted as if a bolt of lightning had struck the crown of his head. His entire body stiffened!
This plot, this method... Why the hell does it feel so familiar?!
Rob you clean, but leave you enough to survive, so you don't die!
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!"
Shi Wanshan suddenly snapped to realization. His weathered face instantly became a masterpiece of mixed emotions—anger, embarrassment, absurdity, and the intense frustration of "the hunter becoming the hunted" all warring across his features!
"Isn't this EXACTLY the dirty trick I pulled on Fatty Wang?!"
"It's someone I know! This is definitely an inside job! Which goddamn bastard used my own move against ME?!"
He was so furious he nearly spat blood! This was the ultimate humiliation!
A disgrace to the sect!
A disgrace to the sect, indeed!
"Don't let me find out who it is, or else..."
Shi Wanshan gnashed his teeth.
He panted heavily, and his gaze involuntarily fell upon the Purple-Robed Saint, who was still embedded in the ground nearby.
"Damn it, I lost big time!"
"This old fool looked like he'd been stripped clean earlier, but what if he still has something tucked away? I've got nothing now—every scrap counts!"
Clutching at that last thread of hope, Shi Wanshan cursed under his breath as he walked over to the Purple-Robed Saint's side and began patting him down.
The clothes had long been stripped away. Somewhat unwillingly, he pried open the man's clenched fists, felt behind his ears, and even tried to pry open his mouth to check!
Just then!
"Hngh...?"
A faint, pained groan came from beneath him.
Shi Wanshan's movements froze. He slowly looked down.
The Purple-Robed Saint, who had been in a deep coma and barely clinging to life, suddenly had his eyelids twitching violently a few times, then slowly, painfully, cracked open a slit!
A pair of pupils—dilated and unfocused due to severe wounds and weakness, yet still retaining remnants of fear and confusion—happened to meet Shi Wanshan's eyes, which were inches away, brimming with curiosity and unwillingness!
Their eyes met!
The air seemed to freeze in that instant.
Shi Wanshan stood frozen, hunched over, one hand still prying open the other man's mouth.
The Purple-Robed Saint's haze-filled eyes first showed confusion, then focused, taking in Shi Wanshan's face and his "groping" movements...
A look of extreme terror, humiliation, and disbelief slowly spread across the Purple-Robed Saint's pale face.
Shi Wanshan: "..."
Purple-Robed Saint: "..."
Dead silence filled the cave.
Only one thought ran through Shi Wanshan's mind:
"Oh shit! There's NO way I can explain this one!!!"
The Purple-Robed Saint's unfocused gaze, after locking onto Shi Wanshan's "searching" hands and his face so close to his own, ultimately twisted into a mixture of blazing fury and bone-deep weakness, trembling.
"You... you..."
The Purple-Robed Saint's lips quivered, trying to speak, but his wounds and his agitation only let out a few broken syllables.
He looked at his own remaining undergarments, then at the burly man gripping his jaw, and finally at the disheveled state of the man's clothing...
A rational—but absolutely mortifying—assumption instantly took shape in his mind.
This is a robber with a twisted fetish!
He robbed me blind and now he wants to defile this Saint?!
Utter humiliation!
This is an outrage unprecedented in all of history!!
"Ptoo—!!"
The Purple-Robed Saint was already badly wounded, and in his fury, he spat out another mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. His aura grew even weaker, but the venom and killing intent in his gaze became almost tangible.
Shi Wanshan snapped back to reality. He yanked his hand back as if electrocuted, stumbled back two steps, and his face twisted into a mask of extreme awkwardness!
"Wait! Fellow Daoist! Brother! Hear me out! This is a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!"
Shi Wanshan gestured frantically, trying to explain, "I didn't! I swear! It's not what it looks like!
I'm a victim too! I just woke up!
I just wanted to see if you had any more, uh, no, that's not it—I was just curious—goddammit, no!"
The more he talked, the more tangled and damning his words became.
Looking at the Purple-Robed Saint's expression, which seemed ready to devour him alive, Shi Wanshan knew this grudge was now carved in stone—and in the most infuriatingly absurd way possible.
The Purple-Robed Saint's gaze was ice-cold and full of venom. He didn't believe a word.
His injuries were too severe; he didn't even have the strength to lift a hand. All he could do was silently "flay" Shi Wanshan with his eyes, as if to torture him a thousand times over.
Shi Wanshan's scalp tingled under that stare. He knew that if he stayed any longer, once this old geezer caught even half a breath, he'd come at him to the death.
Not that Shi Wanshan feared him, but this misunderstanding was absolutely godawful! Even if he won a fight now, he'd walk away stinking of shame!
"Fine, fine, fine! I'm leaving! I'm leaving right now!" Shi Wanshan decided to cut his losses and flee.
Finally, he took one last look at the man on the ground—stripped naked except for his underwear, with eyes that could kill—and, after a long silence, forced out one last line:
"Right, fellow Daoist, take care of yourself! This place isn't safe—you should get out and treat your wounds too! We'll meet again... er, actually, let's NEVER meet again!"
With that, Shi Wanshan dared not linger a moment longer, terrified that the old man might have a brief resurgence of life force and jump up to destroy them both in mutual annihilation. With a flicker, he shot out of the cave like a startled rabbit, vanishing into the depths of the Emperor's Tomb's labyrinthine passages in the blink of an eye.
Inside the cave, only the Purple-Robed Saint remained, lying on the ground, feeling the agony of his body, the loss of his fortune, and the unspeakable humiliation of what had just occurred...
"AAAAAHHH—!!!!"
A roar filled with boundless malice, resentment, shame, and weakness—like the dying wail of a wounded beast—faint yet piercing, echoed through the empty cave dwelling.
"Villain! This Saint will never rest until you and I are enemies unto death—!!!”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
