Until the moment he stepped out of the teleportation channel, Ye Wuchen was still pondering how to negotiate with the leader of Group One after capturing that old ghost, the 'Tribulation Transcendent.'
After all, the target was ranked thirty on the Individual Peak Leaderboard—a mid-to-upper-tier powerhouse even within Group One. There was no way their leader would ignore the matter.
So, should he demand compensation in points outright?
Or force them to yield a spot in the Demon-Slaying Trial?
A tough choice!
Though the battle hadn’t even begun, Ye Wuchen saw no harm in planning his post-victory demands in advance.
Such was the confidence born of overwhelming strength—he didn’t believe that Group One’s 'Tribulation Transcendent' stood a chance against him.
If not for Group One’s ancient history and profound accumulated resources, that guy wouldn’t even be able to hold his position!
After all these years, his strength had barely budged. Stagnating was one thing, but now he dared to bully members of Ye Wuchen’s group in their own worlds?
This time, he’d make sure the bastard never returned!
Whoosh!
The moment Ye Wuchen stepped out of the portal, brimming with confidence, a massive fist materialized before his eyes before he could even react. The razor-sharp gale force alone stung his face like blades!
Hiss!
Damn, that speed!
So he’s got some tricks up his sleeve!
Watch me—
BAM!
Ye Wuchen’s mind blanked. He hadn’t dodged in time. The punch nearly knocked him into a system crash, his skull ringing like a gong.
Rip—
Next, he felt his collar yanked violently. A monstrous force sent him spinning through space before he abruptly found himself adrift in a chaotic void.
Only then did the realization hit him.
He... might actually be at a disadvantage here?
Sure, the guy had pulled a cheap shot, but there was no denying his terrifying strength!
Steadying his nerves, Ye Wuchen shed his arrogance and warily eyed the young man in dark-blue Daoist robes ahead.
One glance, and his soul nearly fled his body.
36 billion combat power?!
Is this really Group One’s 'Tribulation Transcendent'?!
What the hell, Gu Yuan?! Where the $%# did you send me?!
And hey, System Dad, do you seriously think this free mission is reasonable?!
Me... fight him?!
Have you seen what kind of monster this is?!
What kind of broken matchmaking is this?!
‘Severely punish those who harm the group’s interests,’ my ass!
I’m the one getting punished here!
[Warning! An unknown supreme expert has detected you. System assessment: No chance of victory. Mission failed. Initiate immediate retreat?]
YES!
The instant the prompt appeared, Ye Wuchen smashed the confirm button.
[Initiating retreat channel. Please wait...]
CRACK!
A dark-purple halberd suddenly swept through the void, shattering space itself. The nascent retreat channel vanished in an instant.
[Warning! Unknown interference detected. Retreat channel disabled. Cooldown: 150 seconds. Hold on!]
A bone-chilling dread shot up Ye Wuchen’s spine.
I’m screwed!!!
I’m dead!!!
Thud—
With lightning speed, Ye Wuchen’s knees gave out. He dropped to the void floor, groveling: "T-this junior didn’t recognize your esteemed presence! Spare my wretched life, Senior! I’ll do anything—"
He couldn’t die here. Not after enduring countless trials to reach this level, not after clawing his way to his current status. A moment of humiliation meant nothing if it meant survival.
He’d kneel if he had to!
"On your feet!" Chen Yi leveled the Tribulation Halberd at him, its blade crackling with lightning. "Draw your weapon. Attack me with everything you’ve got."
Finally, a halfway decent opponent—and this coward refused to fight? Unacceptable!
The Tribulation Halberd hadn’t made an appearance just to leave disappointed.
"S-Senior, I... I d-dare not..." Ye Wuchen’s legs trembled like reeds, his courage utterly shattered.
Sure, the chat group’s combat power readings had margins of error. Artifacts could amplify strength beyond normal limits.
But...
What kind of godly artifact could multiply 3.8 billion into 36 billion?!
Did such a thing even exist?!
That time he’d slain a 7.8 billion-power high-tier demon? Pure luck—the thing was unarmed, while he had his lifebound artifact, the Stellar River Ribbon, plus the battlefield perfectly suited his Voidwalking Dao, maximizing his cosmic energy.
Even with all those advantages, it’d taken everything he had to win.
Now he was supposed to fight a 36 billion-power freak?
Who also wielded a halberd oozing apocalyptic lightning?!
How was this fair?!
One slip-up, and he’d be paste before he could blink!
"Pathetic."
Chen Yi scoffed, then dispersed his Three-Star Immortal Body clones.
"How about now?"
Gulp.
Ye Wuchen’s throat went dry.
What kind of sorcery is this?!
One 36 billion split into three 6.6 billions?!
Is this some kind of fusion-division game?!
No wonder Gu Yuan sold me out so fast—I’d have done the same...
"S-Senior, I... I still d-dare not..." Ye Wuchen remained a quivering mess.
"Fight. Or die." Chen Yi’s patience expired. The halberd’s tip glowed ominously.
Silence.
If groveling wouldn’t save him, then his discarded pride reignited like wildfire.
A cornered beast still fights—you think you’ve got me pinned?!
In an instant, Ye Wuchen’s spine straightened. His star-embroidered robes billowed as the Stellar River Ribbon unfurled from his sleeves, coiling around him in a radiant galaxy of light.
The next moment, a vast starry sky manifested across the void, its majestic phenomena overwhelming the chaotic currents. The Ribbon lashed out like a celestial serpent as Ye Wuchen’s Dao aura skyrocketed. He stepped forward—a deity striding the cosmos!
"Since you insist, Senior, this junior shall oblige. I beg your mercy!"
His voice rang firm, clinging to decorum even now, hoping for reciprocity.
"All flash, no substance. Take this!"
Chen Yi smirked. The moment Ye Wuchen’s lengthy casting animation ended, he swung the halberd—zero-frame startup!
"Voidwalking Dao—Stellar Annihilation!!!"
Ye Wuchen cast aside all fear, charging forth with everything he had.
One breath later.
He floated limp in the void like a boneless snake, pupils unfocused, muttering:
"One-shot... I got one-shotted..."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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?"
