The sword intent was razor-sharp, slicing into the soul.
The corpse aura was sinister and venomous, corroding flesh and blood.
An ordinary Sky-Soaring cultivator would bleed from all seven orifices after staying here for half a quarter of an hour.
Even those in the True Intent Realm had to constantly circulate their energy to resist it.
Yet Wang Hao remained calm.
The aura of the second layer of the Martial God Realm spread out, his vitality blazing like a furnace.
The sword intent struck him, only to be shattered by the elemental energy surrounding his body.
The corpse aura surged toward him, but the lightning patterns of the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda dispersed it.
The New Emperor Sword grew even more excited.
The moment it entered, it was like a dog stumbling into a pile of bones.
“Master!”
“There are so many broken swords here!”
“Can I eat them?”
Wang Hao waved his hand.
“Go ahead.”
“But pick the valuable ones.”
With a whoosh, the New Emperor Sword flew away.
Strange patterns split open across its blade as it directly devoured a broken spirit sword.
Crack, crack.
It sounded like someone chewing sugarcane.
Yin Jiuyou’s scalp went numb.
“Your Majesty, do demonic artifacts always make this much noise when they eat weapons?”
Wang Hao thought for a moment.
“Maybe it wasn’t raised properly.”
The New Emperor Sword, far away, immediately sounded aggrieved.
“Master, I heard that!”
“If you heard it, then keep your voice down.”
The New Emperor Sword became even more aggrieved.
But it ate even faster.
Deep within the Burial Mound of Broken Swords, the Sword Ruins and the White Bone faction had already clashed.
Sword light collided with corpse aura, shaking the underground palace.
Wang Hao did not hurry over.
Instead, he first arrived at a side hall.
This place had once been part of an ancient battlefield.
Quite a few broken storage artifacts were scattered across the ground.
Most of them had already been destroyed.
But some were still intact.
Wang Hao crouched down and began picking them up.
Han Shanyue watched the battle in the distance, somewhat hesitant.
“Your Majesty, aren’t we going to fight for the main treasures?”
Wang Hao did not even raise his head.
“What’s the rush?”
“Others are clearing the path for us.”
“Let’s collect the scraps first.”
The Demon Lord could not help saying, “You’re an emperor, yet you really don’t discriminate.”
Wang Hao answered seriously, “The treasury is poor.”
“We can’t afford to be picky.”
He picked up a rusted ring and swept it with his spiritual sense.
Inside were actually three bottles of ancient pills, a piece of sword marrow crystal, and half a fragmentary sword manual.
Wang Hao’s eyes lit up.
“See?”
“Diligence and frugality always bring surprises.”
Yin Jiuyou immediately put the items away.
Not long afterward, the system’s voice suddenly rang out.
[Special location detected: Burial Mound of Broken Swords.]
[Would you like to check in?]
Wang Hao’s gaze shifted slightly.
It had arrived.
“Check in.”
[Check-in successful.]
[Reward: Two Sword-Corpse Transformation Talismans.]
[Sword-Corpse Transformation Talisman: Can temporarily imitate the sword aura of the Sword Ruins or the lingering corpse aura of the White Bone faction. Those below the Transcendence Realm will find it difficult to distinguish the imitation.]
[Intelligence updated: The core seal of the Burial Mound of Broken Swords will rupture in the time it takes one incense stick to burn. A Transcendent broken sword and the Ancient Corpse King’s heart bone will emerge simultaneously. The Sword Ruins Holy Land and the White Bone Demon Sect will engage in a deadly battle over the two treasures. If someone disrupts the balance in advance, both sides can be made to believe that the other has seized their respective treasure.]
The corners of Wang Hao’s lips slowly curled upward.
“Good stuff.”
The moment Yin Jiuyou saw His Majesty’s expression, he knew that someone was about to suffer.
“Your Majesty, what did the system give you?”
Wang Hao took out the two talismans.
One was covered in swirling sword patterns.
The other was filled with sinister corpse aura.
“It gave us two scapegoats.”
Yin Jiuyou understood at once.
Blood Wuhen asked in a low voice, “Your Majesty, what are you planning?”
Wang Hao looked toward the core area.
“There are two main treasures.”
“The Transcendent broken sword and the Ancient Corpse King’s heart bone.”
“The Sword Ruins want the broken sword.”
“The White Bone faction wants the heart bone.”
“If each side takes one, they might not fight to the death.”
“But if both sides believe the other has taken the treasure they wanted…”
The Demon Lord completed the thought.
“Then it will be a fight to the death.”
Wang Hao gave him an approving look.
“You’re making great progress.”
The Demon Lord’s face darkened.
He had no desire to improve in this particular area.
The time it took one incense stick to burn passed quickly.
At the core underground palace of the Burial Mound of Broken Swords, the seal burst apart with a thunderous crash.
In an instant, sword light poured down like a galaxy collapsing from the heavens.
Corpse aura surged forth as though the gates of the netherworld had opened.
A half-broken ancient sword hovered in the air.
Though the sword was broken, it radiated a sharpness that made even Martial Gods tremble.
With the slightest tremor of its blade, fine cracks appeared throughout the surrounding space.
On the other side, a dark-gold rib bone emerged.
Strange corpse patterns covered its surface, as if it were still pulsing.
It was the Ancient Corpse King’s heart bone.
The eyes of the White Bone Demon Sect’s Martial Gods instantly turned red.
“The heart bone!”
The Sword Ruins’ Martial Gods also breathed heavily.
“The broken sword!”
Both sides attacked almost simultaneously.
The three Martial Gods of the Sword Ruins formed a formation. Myriad swords merged into one as they shot straight toward the Transcendent broken sword.
The three Martial Gods of the White Bone Demon Sect summoned corpse puppets, while white-bone chains tore through the air and coiled around the Ancient Corpse King’s heart bone.
Under normal circumstances, things would have proceeded like this.
Each side would seize its desired treasure, then fight over the second one.
But Wang Hao would never allow things to remain so peaceful.
He quietly appeared within a crack above the underground palace.
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda hovered in his palm.
“Eighth level.”
The pagoda gates opened.
A thunder phoenix flew out.
But the thunder phoenix did not attack anyone.
Instead, it blasted toward the remnants of the sealing formation between the two treasures.
Boom!
The remaining formation was already shattered. After being struck by the thunder phoenix, it instantly lost balance.
The Transcendent broken sword and the Ancient Corpse King’s heart bone trembled simultaneously, then flew in the same direction.
That direction happened to be where a Martial God of the White Bone Demon Sect stood.
The Sword Ruins’ Martial Gods flew into a rage.
“White Bone scum!”
“How dare you steal our broken sword!”
The White Bone Martial God was stunned.
He had only wanted the heart bone.
Why had the broken sword flown over as well?
But with both treasures right in front of him, refusing to take one would have been foolish.
He instinctively reached out.
At that moment, Wang Hao activated the first Sword-Corpse Transformation Talisman.
An exceptionally pure sword aura belonging to the Sword Ruins suddenly erupted behind the White Bone Martial God and slashed toward the Ancient Corpse King’s heart bone.
The people of the White Bone Demon Sect’s expressions changed dramatically.
“The Sword Ruins’ dogs are ambushing us for the heart bone!”
The Sword Ruins’ Martial Gods were stunned as well.
That sword aura truly did resemble the Sword Ruins’ technique.
But none of them had attacked.
The next instant, Wang Hao activated the second transformation talisman.
A sinister strand of white-bone corpse aura wrapped around the Transcendent broken sword, attempting to drag it into the white-bone mist.
The Sword Ruins’ people completely exploded in fury.
“And you still claim it wasn’t you!”
“The White Bone Demon Sect is courting death!”
The White Bone Martial God was enraged as well.
“You attacked us first!”
“Die, sword slaves!”
Boom!
The two sides completely lost control.
Martial God power erupted throughout the underground palace, causing the Burial Mound of Broken Swords to shake violently.
Wang Hao took advantage of the chaos and struck.
Heaven-Prisoning Earth-Covering Palm—First Palm!
Second Palm!
The two palms were not aimed at anyone. Instead, they struck the chaotic elemental energy surrounding the two treasures.
The elemental energy of heaven and earth suddenly sank, slightly altering the treasures’ trajectories.
At the same time, the Demon Lord attacked, using the power of a peak-level Martial God to tear open a spatial rift.
Yin Jiuyou had already set up a concealment formation disk.
The New Emperor Sword transformed into a streak of strange light and wrapped itself around the Transcendent broken sword.
“Master, it’s so hard!”
“Stop talking nonsense. Pull!”
Han Shanyue braved the corpse aura and punched apart the white-bone chains, knocking the Ancient Corpse King’s heart bone toward Wang Hao.
Blood Wuhen spat out a cloud of blood mist, disguising it as a secret technique of the White Bone Demon Sect and blocking everyone’s vision.
In the span of just three breaths,
the Transcendent broken sword and the Ancient Corpse King’s heart bone vanished simultaneously.
Inside the underground palace,
the Sword Ruins and the White Bone faction were both stunned.
Where were the treasures?
In the next moment, the Sword Ruins’ Martial Gods saw dense corpse mist lingering around the White Bone Demon Sect.
The White Bone Martial God saw remnants of sword aura near the Sword Ruins.
Both sides roared at the same time.
“Hand over the broken sword!”
“Hand over the heart bone!”
“Kill!”
The battle became ten times more brutal than before.
This was no longer a struggle over treasures.
Their ancestors had been robbed right in front of them.
Outside the Burial Mound of Broken Swords, the earth split apart.
Sword light tore through the mountains.
Corpse puppets trampled the valleys flat.
A Martial God of the White Bone Demon Sect had half his body severed by the Sword Ruins, but he detonated his corpse core, killing dozens of Sword Ruins disciples in the explosion.
A young Martial God of the Sword Ruins burned his sword intent in fury, piercing two Martial God-level corpse puppets with a single strike, only to have a white-bone chain impale his chest.
Blood splattered across the broken sword.
Corpse aura blackened the sword’s gleam.
Both sides had been driven into a blood-maddened frenzy.
By then, Wang Hao had already led his team out through another hidden passage.
Outside the valley, Wang Hao gazed at the two treasures in his storage space, feeling exceptionally pleased.
Though the Transcendent Broken Sword was damaged, its sword intent was incredibly powerful.
The New Emperor Sword circled around it, practically drooling with desire.
Of course, swords didn’t have mouths, let alone saliva.
But the greedy trembling was unmistakable.
“Master, can I have a little?” it asked.
Wang Hao shook his head.
“No.”
The New Emperor Sword sounded aggrieved.
“Just a little.”
“That’s a Transcendent Broken Sword.”
“If you eat it now, you’ll choke to death.”
The New Emperor Sword thought it over and decided that, for once, its master had said something sensible.
It truly couldn’t swallow it yet.
But it could lick it.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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...
