It must be said, the Little Golden Dragon, which once seemed transparent at a glance... now truly exudes a sense of cunning calculation.
At first glance, at least, neither the overt nor covert intelligence gathered could deduce its true intentions.
And upon closer consideration... it’s even more baffling than the first impression!
Chen Yi genuinely couldn’t figure out what it was trying to accomplish.
First, it dropped smokescreens in the small chat group, secretly withholding further details from the members, and now it was outright asking for his help...
Seriously, how does any of this help you escape your predicament, you big dumb dragon?
Even if Ling Xiao didn’t suddenly lose his mind, you’re practically inviting the wolf into your house!
It’s like the Little Golden Dragon was tied up by Chen Yi and Ling Xiao, with one watching the front and the other the back. To break free under their noses, it first shamelessly tried to deceive Ling Xiao, then wagged its tail and wiggled its butt at Chen Yi, leaving itself wide open...
Though it surely had its reasons for doing so, this was blatantly currying favor with Chen Yi!
And Chen Yi wouldn’t hold back!
Who cares about the details?
If meat’s served to your mouth, eat first and ask questions later!
Even if there’s a hook, so what? Chen Yi’s teeth were tough enough to make sure the dragon would lose both its bait and its catch!
[Damn Immortal Tribulation Still Chasing Me: So we’re messing with Ling Xiao? I’m definitely in! Just say when!]
"Gahahaha..." The Little Golden Dragon let out a strange laugh. "He bought it, he bought it! This borrowed-knife scheme will make sure you suffer a crushing defeat!"
[A Pickled Fish: Brother Yi, is two and a half hours okay? I need two hours to cloud Ling Xiao’s senses and another half-hour to open a hidden passage. If you’re free, could you spare an extra half-hour for prep time?]
[Damn Immortal Tribulation Still Chasing Me: Approved!]
Seeing no suspicion aroused, the Little Golden Dragon grew even more excited.
It had long been prepared. The reason it asked for those three hours was to feign sudden inspiration—acting as though it had no prior plan, as if the opportunity had just fallen into its lap thanks to the second-ranked powerhouse’s reminder.
This wasn’t overkill. Only by doing so could it avoid alerting Chen Yi!
After all, Chen Yi was sharp. A plan that seemed too perfect would only raise his suspicions!
If it were still its old, straightforward self, Chen Yi would’ve played it like a fiddle.
But the past was the past, and now was now. It had been reborn, sharper than ever!
What could puny Chen Yi possibly do against me?!
Wait, no!
It was Chen Yi who taught me to think in layers—gotta thank Professor Chen Yi for that. Without him, how could I have the skill to beat the master at his own game?
No, no, no—can’t celebrate yet. Must wait until the dust settles before indulging in triumph!
With that in mind, the Little Golden Dragon immediately began reviewing the entire plan once more.
Meanwhile...
Chen Yi wasn’t idle either.
After a long period of nurturing, the final batch of thirty-six Chaos Avatars had fully taken form!
With this, the Chaos Essence plundered from the Immortal Tribulation Clouds had been completely exhausted!
Forty percent went into crafting the avatars, while the remaining sixty percent had been slurped up by his true form as Thunder Nectar.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... not a drop left. Still not enough..."
Chen Yi smacked his lips, unsatisfied, his mind drifting back to that vast pool of Chaos Thunder Liquid within the Immortal Tribulation Clouds. The thought alone made his heart itch like a kitten was scratching at it.
"Calm down, Chen Yi. Stay calm. It’s not time to go extort the Immortal Tribulation again. My body’s capacity has only doubled—just enough to hold a tiny bit more. Gotta let it settle further..."
Suppressing his restlessness, he turned his attention to the freshly forged avatars.
Of the first batch of thirty-six, all were deployed externally: ten attached to the "Escaped Salty Fish Rice" Chen Fusheng, two to the "Cycle of Heavenly Dao" Yu Zian, and two to the "Tribulation Transcendent" Ye Chen.
Three were stationed in the Flying Star Continent, fifteen hung around the neck of Ye Wuchen (currently conducting research in the Divine Land), one hosted the chat group account, and the last three lurked in the Azure Cloud Continent, silently accompanying Han Qianxue—though she remained unaware.
Of the second batch of forty-nine, most were also deployed externally: twenty-seven stationed in the special dimensional space housing the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, leaving only twenty-two idle.
Combined with the latest batch of thirty-six, Chen Yi’s total avatar count now stood at one hundred twenty-one—enough to fuse into one five-star Chaos Avatar, one four-star, one three-star, one two-star, plus the one-star chat group-exclusive Chaos Avatar kept separate.
Of course, that was under normal circumstances. The current situation wasn’t normal.
Since most avatars were deployed, only fifty-eight were idle and available for use—enough to fuse two four-stars at most. To create a five-star, he’d need to recall the deployed ones.
But there was no need. A four-star was already overkill in the mortal realm. Even a three-star Chaos Avatar, with its combat power of 180 billion, was more than enough to handle any trouble—as long as no Golden Immortal-level abominations showed up!
And the third-ranked powerhouse the Little Golden Dragon sought help against was merely a Profound Immortal—one trapped in a state of eerie corruption, barely conscious and unable to fight at full strength!
In theory, a single three-star Chaos Avatar should suffice!
But specifics required specific analysis. Chen Yi only fought battles he was certain to win, so he had to prepare for the worst-case scenario.
That third-ranked powerhouse was a deeply bound member, and with their primary consciousness lost in corruption, there was a high chance of Ling Xiao possessing them for a "stand-in fight"!
A Profound Immortal alone wasn’t scary—Chen Yi had once crushed the Little Golden Dragon with a four-star avatar, and it was nothing special. Once restrained, no amount of tricks could save them. Even a three-star could easily handle it.
But a Profound Immortal piloted by a Celestial Emperor was a different story. Chen Yi had witnessed Ling Xiao’s methods firsthand. Even a heavily damaged imprint of his will had left Chen Yi feeling helpless, even slightly suppressed—an unfamiliar and uncomfortable sensation!
If Ling Xiao took over a Profound Immortal’s body for a real-world showdown, a three-star Chaos Avatar wouldn’t be enough to restrain him. At minimum, a four-star would be needed to crush him with sheer force!
"To play it safe, I’ll send fifty-four avatars. That way, one four-star acts openly, another lurks in the shadows. No matter how brilliant his schemes, even he might not withstand a sneak attack!"
"Besides, that big dumb dragon has its own agenda. If Ling Xiao and I really clash, keeping it under control won’t be easy. Gotta stay guarded."
With that in mind, Chen Yi decided to keep only four Chaos Avatars in reserve, deploying the rest!
This was all about exploiting the information gap. The Little Golden Dragon’s biggest flaw was failing to grasp his true limits!
Did it think he’d be stretched thin fighting Ling Xiao?
In the past, maybe.
But not anymore!
But now... well, sorry not sorry—having multiple avatars means you can pretty much do whatever the hell you want!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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!
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?!
