Xiao Ruobai paid no heed to the two formidable auras rapidly closing in from behind. Without slowing in the slightest, he led Mo Yu and Fatty Wang onward, racing toward the Qilin Ancestral Land.
Fang Hanyu and Ling Xi came to a stop, turned around, and calmly watched the two streaks of light tearing through the sky toward them.
“Human cultivators dare meddle in the affairs of our Demon Court? I’ll use you as a sacrifice to the banner first!”
The Azure Flood Dragon let out a thunderous roar.
Without bothering to probe them, he immediately manifested part of his true form. One of his arms, covered in dark-golden scales, swelled to a terrifying size.
His fist carried an absolute force capable of shattering the void as it hurtled, simple and brutal, straight at Ling Xi—the one whose aura appeared the most placid!
He intended to crush this woman in an instant with overwhelming strength!
Faced with a punch powerful enough to blast apart a mountain, Ling Xi neither dodged nor retreated. She merely raised her right hand and extended a slender, jade-like finger, lightly tapping it toward the incoming giant fist.
There was no radiance at her fingertip—only an almost imperceptible dark point, as though it could devour all light.
*Pop!*
A faint sound rang out, like a bubble bursting.
The earth-shaking collision everyone had expected never came.
The Azure Flood Dragon’s incomparably violent punch lost all its force the instant it touched Ling Xi’s fingertip. Every trace of power was dissolved, absorbed, and erased into nothingness!
At the same time, a bizarre, unfathomable force traveled from his fist through his arm and straight into his body, causing his blood and qi to churn and his meridians to throb with pain!
“Thud! Thud! Thud!”
The Azure Flood Dragon’s massive body staggered back three steps against his will. Each step cracked the scorched earth beneath his feet.
He steadied himself, his face filled with stunned disbelief.
Lowering his head, he stared at his faintly trembling fist, then abruptly looked back up at that immaculate jade-like finger—and at Ling Xi’s calm, expressionless face.
“You...!”
For a moment, he was speechless. In that brief exchange, he had felt a gulf in their mastery of power so vast that it could not be crossed!
This woman was unnatural!
Just as the Azure Flood Dragon’s shock and fury surged, and demonic energy once more exploded from his body as he prepared to unleash a stronger divine art and charge forward—
Ling Xi slowly withdrew her finger. Her gaze swept over him indifferently, and her voice was soft, yet carried an icy warning that pierced straight into the soul.
“Think carefully. If you attack again, you will die.”
As her words fell, an invisible and terrifying aura spread from Ling Xi like a tide—an aura that seemed capable of devouring all things and freezing the soul itself. It locked firmly onto the Azure Flood Dragon.
His entire body stiffened, and the demonic energy he had gathered abruptly faltered.
For the first time in his life, he felt a lethal threat so absolute that, if he dared make another move, he would be swallowed and annihilated by that endless darkness in the very next instant!
The calm in her eyes was terrifying. This was no empty threat, but a dispassionate warning born of absolute strength.
For a moment, this prodigy of the ancient Demon Court, famed for his fierce valor, was completely intimidated by Ling Xi’s imposing presence. He stood frozen in place, not daring to act rashly.
At the same time—
“A sword cultivator? Let me see whether your sword is truly sharp!”
Fairy Lingyue let out a sharp cry. Her figure flashed like lightning, and with a sweep of both hands, seven-colored radiance condensed into two translucent blades, thin as cicada wings yet incomparably sharp. As they sliced through the void, they left behind faint cracks in space.
Her movement technique was uncanny. In an instant, she split into dozens of phantoms, real and false indistinguishable, sweeping in from all directions to shred Fang Hanyu!
Every phantom struck with devastating force, sealing off every possible route of escape.
Fang Hanyu casually drew a line through the empty air before him.
“Shhk—!”
A sword intent condensed to the utmost extreme—formless and intangible, yet seemingly capable of severing all things—suddenly spread outward from him!
“Crack! Crack! Crack!”
The dozens of fierce phantoms shattered and vanished like bubbles the instant they touched that sword intent!
Fairy Lingyue’s true body was struck as though by lightning. The two seven-colored blades in her hands gave a mournful keening cry, their radiance instantly dimming.
She let out a muffled groan and staggered out of the void, forced back into view. Her exquisitely beautiful face was filled with shock.
“Sword Qi Thunderclap? No... This is a domain formed from sword intent?!”
She cried out in disbelief. With a single strand of sword intent, he had broken her most formidable illusionary killing technique and even sent her blood and qi surging chaotically!
Fang Hanyu looked at her calmly. He made no move to pursue, merely saying in an indifferent tone, “A prodigy of the demon court—this is all you’ve got?”
The offhand remark filled Fairy Lingyue with humiliation and fury, while a chill rose in her heart.
This human swordsman’s strength was unfathomable!
She turned toward the Azure Flood Dragon, who stood rigidly to one side, then toward Ling Xi, whose aura was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss. Her heart sank to the bottom.
Though neither side had gone all out in this exchange, a single clash had been enough to reveal that they were no match for their opponents.
The strength of these two far exceeded their estimates!
Such power was beyond what an ordinary Saint Realm cultivator could possess!
Perhaps only His Highness the Ancient Imperial Prince himself could suppress them with certainty!
This scene was clearly witnessed by the many powerful figures on both sides of the battlefield.
Among the ancient demon court’s forces, the other prodigies under the Ancient Imperial Prince all changed expression.
“Lingyue and the Azure Flood Dragon were driven back in a single exchange?”
“Who is that woman? The Azure Flood Dragon was intimidated so badly that he doesn’t even dare to attack again?”
“So powerful! Since when did the human race produce figures like these?”
The strength displayed by the two human cultivators brought with it an invisible pressure.
The Ancient Imperial Prince’s golden pupils narrowed slightly, and for the first time, a trace of solemnity appeared on his face.
“To suppress Lingyue and Jin Lie so effortlessly... these two are interesting.”
He murmured to himself. Rather than fear, a fighting spirit born of encountering worthy opponents flared in his eyes.
“I wonder how many moves they can last against me.”
Fang Hanyu and Ling Xi paid no further attention to the two standing frozen in place.
At the same time, they turned into two streams of light and flew in the direction in which Xiao Ruobai, Mo Yu, and the others had departed.
Their movements were calm and unhurried, utterly at odds with the brutal chaos of the battlefield around them. Through that brief exchange, their profound confidence and strength had already been deeply imprinted upon the hearts of all who witnessed it.
Before long, Xiao Ruobai led Mo Yu and Fatty Wang through the scattered resistance and finally set foot in the Qilin ancestral grounds, which had been reduced to scorched earth.
Everywhere they looked, there were nothing but crumbling walls, the charred remains of enormous trees, and vast patches of coagulated, dark-red blood.
Amid the heavy silence and aura of destruction, a thick stench of blood still lingered in the air.
Though the Qilin clan living here had multiplied for hundreds of thousands of years, their bloodline had long since grown thin and impure, and they were not Xiao Ruobai's direct kin.
Even so, this was the place where he had lived ever since awakening and gaining memories.
Beside the mutilated corpses fallen in pools of blood had once stood the elders who watched him grow, the elder brothers who cared for him, and the companions who had trained, bickered, and played alongside him...
“No... This can't be...”
Mo Yu's voice trembled as his crimson-gold pupils swept frantically and painfully across the ruins.
As his gaze passed over those familiar corpses, all of them devoid of life, his heart felt as though it were being clenched by an invisible hand. The pain was so intense that he could barely breathe.
They had long since become family in his eyes.
Xiao Ruobai furrowed his brows slightly and spread out his powerful divine sense, carefully sensing his surroundings.
He not only detected the overwhelming resentment and aura of death, but also caught traces of violent energy left behind by several people who had destroyed their own demon cores.
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened and settled beneath a stretch of charred cliff.
There, the faintest trace of spatial fluctuation remained!
“There’s something strange about this place.” He crossed the distance in a single step and reached out to touch the cliff face.
“Buzz!”
Complex, ancient runes suddenly lit up across the rock.
A glint flashed through Xiao Ruobai’s eyes. Combining the positions of the corpses who had fought to the death to hold back their enemies with the hidden restriction before him, he immediately understood what had happened.
“They must have fought here until the very end, buying time for the rest of the clan to escape.”
He spoke in a low voice, pointing toward the runes. “The other members of the clan used this place as the focus of a sacrificial ritual and activated the ancient formation, teleporting themselves elsewhere.”
Just then, Ling Xi caught up with them. Her eyes swept across the runes, and her gaze flickered slightly.
“This formation uses bloodline power as its conduit. If it’s forcibly activated now, something may go wrong. Once the battle here is over, it can be fully activated with your bloodline.”
At her words, Mo Yu’s heart eased. The enormous weight hanging over him came crashing down, and the grief in his eyes instantly transformed into blazing killing intent.
“Good! Let’s deal with these ancient demon scum first!”
A sharp glint flashed through Xiao Ruobai’s eyes. He turned and looked toward the sky above the battlefield, where the collisions between quasi-Emperor-level auras were growing increasingly fierce, and the thunderous explosions were making heaven and earth tremble.
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.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
