The Little Golden Dragon finally obediently squeezed into the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, forcibly inserting itself into the conflict between Ling Xiao and Chen Yi!
Compared to Chen Yi's straightforward bullying, it despised Ling Xiao even more—this backstabbing, hypocritical "brother" who had forgotten his roots!
It was determined to team up with Chen Yi to crush Ling Xiao, avenging past grievances and finally venting its pent-up fury!
Meanwhile.
Deep within the River of Time, in an ancient era.
Ling Xiao had transformed into an unremarkable woodsman.
Before the morning mist had even dissipated, he had already slipped on his straw sandals, hoisted his well-worn iron axe over his shoulder, and set out.
His coarse linen shirt had been washed so often it had faded to a pale hue, his bronze skin rough as sandpaper. A crescent-shaped scar marked his right cheek—a souvenir from last year when a wood splinter had struck him while chopping trees.
His dew-dampened sandals crunched softly against the stone path. As he passed the old locust tree at the village entrance, he habitually ran his fingers over the peculiar symbols carved into the bark—marks left behind when he had prayed for blessings for his grandson.
To blend into this era, he had sacrificed so much that he had nearly deceived even himself.
But the results were worth it. After multiple investigations, the Supreme Immortal Court had found no anomalies and finally shifted their focus to another timeline.
"Heh, the sun isn’t as scorching today..."
He grinned, revealing a few missing teeth, his yellowed gums tinged with faint crimson. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes bunched together, concealing the otherworldly immortal light that didn’t belong to this mortal realm.
In that instant, a subtle ripple of thought pulsed across the endless river of time, halting at the point where the Supreme Immortal Court had severed its flow.
Though he couldn’t directly traverse back, he could still receive echoes of will imprints from the future.
Soon, Ling Xiao pinpointed the perfect moment to intervene!
At that very moment, Chen Yi and the Little Golden Dragon had just finished scheming and were jointly devouring Ling Xiao’s will imprints, which occupied half the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk.
According to their plan, aside from the three-tenths sealed by the Heaven-Earth Supreme Seal, the remaining seven-tenths would be split—Chen Yi taking at most two-tenths, the Little Golden Dragon one and a half, while Ling Xiao would retain three and a half.
Just as they were engrossed in their plunder—
Suddenly!
Ling Xiao’s dormant will imprints surged to life, manifesting as an ethereal avatar that glared furiously at the two intruders.
"You... have some nerve!"
A vast wave of willpower erupted, startling Chen Yi and the Little Golden Dragon.
"Well, well, if it isn’t Ling Xiao?" Chen Yi’s split consciousness sneered without hesitation. "Long time no see! Why so weak? Where’s that domineering energy you had when you sealed me away? Lost your edge?!"
But Ling Xiao ignored him entirely, his gaze locked onto the Little Golden Dragon. "You’re alive?!"
The Little Golden Dragon glared back with hatred. "You’re still breathing—why wouldn’t I be?!"
Ling Xiao fell silent for a moment before abruptly shifting his tone. "I... regret what I did. It was a moment of madness. Only after losing you did I realize my mistake. All these years, I’ve lived with nothing but remorse. If I could do it over, I’d choose to cherish you, even if it cost me my throne as Immortal Emperor."
"Pathetic!" The Little Golden Dragon scoffed coldly. "You think I’m still the same fool? I don’t believe a single word you say!"
Ling Xiao’s avatar wore a look of sorrow. "I know I’ve wronged you beyond measure. I don’t dare ask for forgiveness. But whether you believe me or not, everything I say is true. Here—I’ll return what’s yours."
With that, he actually began transferring his control over the disk’s regions to the Little Golden Dragon!
???
The Little Golden Dragon’s mind short-circuited again. This wasn’t part of Chen Yi’s plan!
He’s... actually giving it back?
Could he really mean—
No!
Think differently—judge by outcomes!
He’s playing me!
He still wants to use me!
If I accept this "repayment," then... then the Supreme Immortal Court will inevitably turn its sights on me. Not only will Ling Xiao’s treasures be at risk, but so will I!
The Primordial Chaos Creation Disk is too deeply tied to Ling Xiao. The Supreme Immortal Court would surely refine me to track him down!
The only way to avoid being refined is to board Ling Xiao’s sinking ship and follow him into the abyss!
Oh, he’s good. Still ruthless as ever!
But I’m not the same fool I used to be!
Chen Yi taught me never to take things at face value. I’m smarter now—I won’t fall for your tricks again!
"I won’t—"
"What’s all this muttering? Am I invisible?!"
Before the Little Golden Dragon could refuse, Chen Yi suddenly lashed out!
This idiot dragon was still too naive, unable to mask its true intentions. If it spilled everything, Chen Yi would lose the upper hand!
Ling Xiao was too cunning—he couldn’t be allowed to control the narrative!
Time to stir the pot!
"Mine! All of it is mine! Who said you could touch my things?!"
Without another word, Chen Yi’s split consciousness lunged forward, snatching at the shares of both Ling Xiao and the Little Golden Dragon!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
