At the same time.
Across Great Xia, those ancient Golden Core experts who had just awakened from their self-imposed seals—
before they could even fully step back into their coffins—
once again turned their shocked and suspicious gazes toward the direction of Qihuang Gorge.
Again?
That aura of heavenly tribulation has reappeared?!
Could it be... that the path of Dao in Great Xia has truly reopened?
Ultimately, some could no longer suppress the greed and longing in their hearts.
Love-Longing Sect.
The withered, white-haired Grand Elder stood above the sect, forcibly halting his retreat to the forbidden mountains in the rear.
His eyes burned with struggle and fervor.
Qihuang Gorge was guarded by a true dragon—if he went again, he would only humiliate himself. There was no other outcome.
But this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity...
Should he order his subordinates to investigate?
To track down that duo who had left as Foundation Establishment and Qi Condensation cultivators but returned as Foundation Establishment and Golden Core?
He shook his head almost immediately.
Male disciples of the Love-Longing Sect were required to undergo castration upon entry—a rule established five hundred years ago.
He had been in seclusion when it was enacted, but he knew the reason behind it.
So how could there possibly be a "well-endowed" Foundation Establishment cultivator in the sect?
Utterly spear-less nonsense.
Investigating would be a waste of effort.
And yet...
To return to his coffin and sleep again...
He couldn’t bear it.
Not only had breaking free from the coffin already cost him dearly...
Even if he went back, he had only a few years left to live.
What if the path forward for Great Xia had truly opened?
He had been trapped at the peak of Golden Core for too long—so long that his lifespan was nearly exhausted.
Rather than withering away here... why not gamble?
"Boom!"
A surge of spiritual energy, far surpassing that of an ordinary Golden Core great perfection cultivator, erupted from his withered body.
The skies above the Love-Longing Sect churned violently.
"Unworthy disciples! Activate the sect-protecting formation at once!" he roared toward the sect master’s location.
In moments, beams of light shot up from the peaks of the Love-Longing Sect, weaving into a vast, radiant net in the sky. The formation exuded an overwhelming pressure as it enveloped the entire sect.
The Grand Elder took a deep breath, savoring the unprecedented power surging within him. He focused his entire being into his dantian, channeling all his strength to break through the invisible barrier that had confined him for nearly a thousand years.
Back in the day...
He had been a peerless genius...
Unrivaled since his debut, forging a seventh-grade Golden Core in just thirty years!
Yet the path to Nascent Soul had been severed...
Break!
Break for me!
The spiritual energy within the Grand Elder cycled at an unprecedented speed. His Golden Core buzzed violently in his dantian, radiating a blinding light—brighter than ever before, like a miniature sun.
He could feel it—the barrier was loosening!
Just a little more!
Just a little more!
And yet...
"The Grand Elder is breaking through!"
"Heaven blesses the Love-Longing Sect! Our sect will soon have a Nascent Soul mighty one!"
Countless disciples and elders rushed out of their caves, gazing up at the figure atop the mountain peak, stirring the heavens. Their faces were alight with excitement and reverence.
And then...
There was no "then."
The dazzling Golden Core, upon reaching its limit, suddenly dimmed.
No heavenly tribulation descended to temper his body.
The rampaging spiritual energy, like wild horses freed from their reins, surged chaotically through his meridians in reverse.
"No..."
"Why?!"
A desperate roar tore from the Grand Elder’s throat.
His shriveled skin cracked inch by inch, blood seeping from every pore.
Under the horrified gazes of the Love-Longing Sect’s disciples, the once-indomitable figure atop the peak swelled like an overinflated balloon—
"Pop!"
A muffled explosion.
A brilliant mist of blood blossomed under the midday sun.
Body and soul—annihilated.
The Love-Longing Sect fell into dead silence.
After what felt like an eternity, a heart-wrenching wail shattered the stillness.
"Sect Master! The Grand Elder... he exploded!"
——
Su Jiu felt like she was about to explode.
Her Dao Platform, tempered by the heavenly lightning, did not shatter. Instead, it grew more solid and translucent, gleaming like polished crystal.
Then, the red-haired little girl gave another soft command.
"Fire!"
"Come!"
The earthfire of Qihuang Gorge was forcibly ripped from the ground against its nature.
A strand of pure, condensed flame pierced through space, landing precisely on Su Jiu’s Dao Platform.
Thunder and fire intertwined—yin and yang in harmony.
Su Jiu’s Dao Platform began undergoing an unimaginable transformation.
Within her dantian, the phantom of an exquisitely crafted celestial palace slowly took form.
Above it, mist swirled, and cranes cried, as if a miniature world had been born.
Heavenly Palace Golden Core!
As the last wisp of thunderfire merged into the palace, Su Jiu’s aura peaked.
Her eyes snapped open—a flash of golden light flickered in their depths.
Golden Core—success.
Su Jiu savored the unprecedented power surging within her.
Suppressing the excitement in her heart, she rose slowly and bowed deeply toward the red-haired figure lounging lazily on a rock.
"Many thanks for your guardianship, Senior."
The red-haired little girl merely waved a hand dismissively, not even bothering to lift her eyelids.
"Unnecessary."
"If you have time, go to Qingqiu and ask Jiu Yue for me."
She paused, her tone laced with unmistakable disdain.
"Ask her if this is how she treats her descendants now?"
"Did she forget about her clan after running off with that bastard? Too busy rolling around to care?"
"Tch. Even I’m more generous than her."
Su Jiu hesitated, then spoke carefully.
"Senior... I am not a direct descendant of Ancestor Jiu Yue."
"And... Ancestor Jiu Yue... she passed away long ago."
The air froze.
A deafening explosion.
The red-haired girl’s lazy posture stiffened violently.
The chains that had bound her for countless millennia—unchained even by heavenly punishment—shattered under her force.
In the next instant, she leaped down from the rock.
Her golden draconic pupils locked onto Su Jiu, her voice trembling faintly with something even she didn’t recognize.
"What did you say?"
The broken chains crashed to the ground with earth-shaking force, causing the entire space to quake.
"She’s dead?"
Her voice was soft, yet carried a bone-chilling coldness.
"That vixen... died well."
She murmured, yet there was no joy on her face.
"No..."
Her head snapped up, golden pupils blazing with madness.
"Who allowed her to die?!"
"If she’s dead, why hasn’t Feng come to see me?"
"Have you met him?"
"A man who loves wearing green robes, pretentious to the core—you’d remember if you’d seen him."
"That heartless bastard."
"He actually asked me if I liked sleeping with women!"
"Wanted me and Jiu Yue to share a bed and serve him together? Dream on. I told him I’d rather die than sleep with a woman, so he locked me here. And now, after all these years..."
"Did he forget about me?"
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】
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?!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
