By the lakeside, on a lavish pleasure boat.
"Come play, my lord~"
"Young master, your drinking prowess is impressive."
The sounds of solicitation and indecent banter rose and fell in waves. A heavily made-up madam sat at a table, greedily counting her pile of gold and silver.
"With such profits from your floating brothel, have you forgotten your true identity?"
Suddenly, a woman's voice spoke from behind. The madam hastily stood up.
Turning, she saw a bewitchingly beautiful figure now lounging on the bed.
"Saintess."
"You're... injured?"
"Hmm?"
Yin Mianmian narrowed her eyes.
In an instant, the treasures on the table vanished without a trace.
The madam's pupils contracted. At her Inner Realm cultivation, she couldn't even perceive how the wealth had been taken.
Whoever could steal her money without a sound could just as easily take her life.
"Have those damned executioners arrived?"
"The Straw-Cloaked Stranger, Twin Lotus, and Blood Gourd have come, my lady."
The madam answered obediently.
After a moment's silence, Yin Mianmian said, "Tell them to see me tomorrow."
"Yes."
Once the madam left, Yin Mianmian slowly rose and swept her hand across the table.
The silver reappeared abruptly.
She grabbed a handful of golden pearls, then let them clatter back down.
"Divine arts... is it?"
As the Saintess of the Drizzle Pavilion and ranked sixth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, even those above her couldn't claim certain victory against her at the same cultivation level.
She had never suffered defeat against a peer—until today.
What if Ying Bing had reached the Three Apertures of Observation?
Remembering that bone-chilling divine will and the heaven-striking sword intent, she knew she'd have to recall the fragment of will she'd left in Hengyun Sword City. This mission was thoroughly ruined.
And then there was that youth.
"Northwest Hammer King... Who would have thought we'd meet like this."
The candlelight flickered in Yin Mianmian's pupils as she smiled cryptically:
"Betraying the Drizzle Pavilion warrants divine retribution..."
......
Under the night sky, the bustling Yunzhou City.
After the recent battle, the Meihua Pavilion lay in ruins.
"What happened just now?"
"Seems there were Drizzle Pavilion assassins hiding in Meihua Pavilion."
"I saw Young Master Li make his move. With just one sword, he cut down eight Drizzle Pavilion killers."
"Eight? Eighty! I was right there!"
......
The entire street had been cordoned off by Hengyun Sword City's enforcers. Onlookers crowded in layers, unable to enter but buzzing with speculation.
By the time Elder Zeng arrived, the tales about "Little Li" had escalated from slaying eight assassins to eight hundred.
"Eight hundred?"
Elder Zeng paused mid-step.
Eighty Observational Realm Drizzle Pavilion assassins could massacre Inner Realm experts effortlessly, let alone eight hundred.
Wu Chushu remarked dryly, "It's eight hundred now. In a few days, it'll be eighty thousand."
"Perhaps we won't need to exaggerate so much when promoting our disciples in the future."
"I wasn't exaggerating. Back then, the sect claimed I killed six bandits."
"......"
The master-disciple pair walked through the debris until they saw the scene inside Meihua Pavilion.
Zhong Zhenyue sat there, seemingly questioning his life choices.
"Glad the young marquis is unharmed."
Elder Zeng sighed in relief before asking, "What exactly happened here?"
Zhong Zhenyue snapped out of his daze and recounted the events with a bitter smile.
Elder Zeng's frown deepened.
The Drizzle Pavilion Saintess had infiltrated Yunzhou City and gotten close to Zhong Zhenyue?
"That demoness excels at manipulating minds. Resisting her control already proves your exceptional willpower. Few talents escape her clutches alive."
"It wasn't my willpower."
"Oh?" Elder Zeng looked puzzled.
Zhong Zhenyue's expression turned complicated as he remembered:
"It was Li Mo's hammer—"
Before he could finish—
"Ahem!"
A cough interrupted him. Li Mo stepped out, wearing a benign smile:
"Hammer what?"
"Ah... Brother Li's swordsmanship is peerless! His decisive strike severed my distractions!"
Zhong Zhenyue's eyes instantly cleared.
Elder Zeng found this odd.
Rumors painted Young Marquis Zhong as a fearless warrior, inheriting his father the Southern Suppressing King's valor. On the tournament grounds today, his spear had moved like a dragon, undefeated.
Why did he look so... deferential toward this Li kid?
Moreover—
The Drizzle Pavilion Saintess, titled "Heavenly Demon," ranked sixth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
And Li Mo had delivered a "decisive strike"?
Noticing Elder Zeng's skepticism, Li Mo explained:
"Actually, it wasn't me who repelled the Saintess. It was Ying Bing."
"Her..."
Elder Zeng's eyes narrowed as he observed lingering traces of divine will in the vicinity. To an Outer Realm expert like him, these remnants revealed everything.
His heart stirred with surprise.
That girl's true strength far surpassed what she'd shown in the tournament.
Who knew what world-shaking martial arts she'd comprehend from studying the sword marks?
Collecting himself, he pressed for details about the incident.
......
Night deepened.
In the courtyard.
The early autumn moon cast a cool glow.
Beneath it, a lone figure practiced swordplay, her blade light merging with the moonlight as if dueling an invisible opponent.
She was reviewing the earlier battle.
After a while, the girl sheathed her sword and stood solitary, letting the breeze toy with her hair.
Contemplating the moon failed to calm her restless mind.
"Had my Sword Heart been enlightened, Yin Mianmian wouldn't have escaped with just light injuries."
"Had my Sword Heart been enlightened, I could've used Hengyun's sword marks to complete the Divine Firmament Heart Sword. Then I'd stand a chance in the next system ranking..."
"But why do the first three stances always feel slightly incomplete?"
Ying Bing's delicate brows furrowed in rare confusion.
The sword art itself was flawless.
The flaw must lie within her.
Her forms contained no openings.
"Is it... my state of mind?"
The Divine Firmament Heart Sword demanded replacing one's heart with the heavens' will.
The Way of Heaven is impartial; it treats all as straw dogs.
She had once stood so close to the true Great Dao. No one in this world should've been more suited to this sword art than her.
Why couldn't her heart achieve true detachment, that utter silence beyond all things?
Thud—
A nearby window slid open.
A certain young man who'd been training poked his head out, blinking at the moonlit swordswoman:
"Ice block, not sleeping again?"
"Even whetstones need breaks. Come on, try my soul-stirring skewers?"
His teasing words drifted on the breeze.
"......"
Ying Bing froze.
She'd found the flaw in her heart.
Yet now... she was even more at a loss.
......
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
