A distant voice suddenly echoed over Anyang City without warning.
It seemed to descend from the highest heavens, yet also rise from the deepest abyss.
Carrying the weight of countless ages, it pierced clearly into the depths of every soul present.
"Righteous at heart?"
"Noble and orthodox?"
The disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect exchanged bewildered glances.
Were the situation not so grave, they might have burst into mocking laughter—"You? Righteous?"
"You’re the righteous one!"
"No, you are!"
"Your whole family is!"
The Joyful Union Sect’s pallid faces flushed with an unnatural redness—not from excitement, but from stifled laughter...
Li Xi of the Puppet Heaven Holy Land froze in place.
Her head snapped up, serpentine pupils scanning the empty surroundings as disbelief flickered across her expression for the first time.
Even the expressionless man beside her furrowed his brow, the massive wooden case on his back emitting faint mechanical clicks as it shifted into full alert.
Only Su Ji stood tall, chest out, and declared without hesitation, "This senior truly sees with divine clarity!"
The voice ignored their shock.
After a pause, it resumed.
[I have drawn you here... for the sake of a legacy.]
[This wisp of my fading soul nears its end. I had intended to let my knowledge be buried with me.]
[Yet in these final moments... I sense it.]
[Someone is tampering with the Heavenly Secrets...]
[Someone dares deceive life and death itself...]
[How could I resist... one last charge toward that pinnacle?]
[Inherit my arts! Slash your way back to the Nine Heavens!]
[Shall the blood of Yan and Huang ever bow to such wretched vermin!?]
As the words faded, the entire city of Anyang began to tremble.
An indescribable, overwhelming aura stirred from deep beneath the earth.
A slumbering remnant soul, dormant for a hundred thousand years, opened its eyes.
The surviving rogue cultivators outside the city, along with disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect and Joyful Union Sect, trembled with fervor.
Could it be true—that virtue was rewarded after all?
Whether Anyang City survived or perished no longer mattered.
Didn’t an ancient powerhouse need sustenance upon awakening?
So what if it consumed a few lives?
The only thing that mattered now... was the legacy!
Most present were Golden Core cultivators...
Yet before that voice...
They felt nothing but insignificance.
The only explanation...
A legacy from a realm beyond the Golden Core!
First, a cultivator had slain a Nascent Soul—a feat unseen for millennia—earning the heavens’ blessing.
Then, an elder of a great sect had staked everything to breach the Nascent Soul barrier.
And now, a mysterious powerhouse had confirmed it with their own words: a glorious, radiant era was dawning!
Great Xia...
This land, silent for a hundred thousand years, would finally reclaim the splendor of antiquity.
For a moment, all were intoxicated by this sudden, heaven-defying opportunity, their eyes burning with greed.
Only Su Jiu wore a conflicted expression as she stared at the not-so-imposing figure before her.
This was a "future" even the clan elders had never foreseen.
In the future she knew, Great Xia would plunge into endless darkness within a century, reduced to ruins. Where was this golden age?
There was only one explanation...
Su Ji.
Because the clan elders, despite exhausting their lifeforce, could never glimpse Su Ji’s existence.
He was a variable that appeared out of nowhere—shattering fate’s predetermined path beyond recognition.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so disheveled, forced by Su Ji to protect his spiritual roots…
This man would surely leave Great Xia behind.
The mysteries surrounding him were too many, and his future achievements were beyond anything she could imagine.
So, even if he often made bizarre, blush-inducing demands, she could only… grit her teeth and bear it.
After all, only by staying close to him could she hope to alter the fate of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox clan—and perhaps even all of Great Xia.
Su Jiu took a deep breath, the confusion in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by an unprecedented clarity.
Her actions and words were no longer about herself. She would sacrifice the lesser for the greater, with no regrets.
The ancient voice echoed once more, resonating in the minds of all present.
["Do any of you object?"]
Object?
Who would dare?
This was a legacy left by a powerhouse beyond the Golden Core realm. To be chosen was already a heaven-sent opportunity, something to be grateful for.
The disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect and the Joyful Union Sect could barely contain their fervor.
Even the ever-expressionless pair from the Puppet Heaven Holy Land showed the faintest hint of disturbed breathing.
Everyone held their breath, awaiting the immense fortune about to be bestowed…
Yet.
Amid the near-palpable silence, a voice cut through like a sudden boulder crashing into a still lake.
"I object."
The words were soft, but their impact was seismic.
Every head turned, including that of Li Xi from the Puppet Heaven Holy Land, her face a mask of disbelief.
Su Ji stood with arms crossed, his lips curled in disdain.
"What kind of garbage legacy is this? Not worth my time."
"And you—you’re not even fit to leave one behind."
The crowd erupted.
Madness!
This Foundation Establishment brat had lost his mind!
Did he even know who he was addressing?
Su Jiu’s heart leaped into her throat. She grabbed Su Ji’s sleeve, her face pale with panic.
Li Xi’s expression darkened, her fury barely contained.
An insignificant ant, daring to defy the dignity of an ancient powerhouse?
This was suicide!
But someone moved faster.
The male cultivator from the Puppet Heaven Holy Land roared, "You reckless fool!"
"How dare you disrespect our senior?"
The metallic black frog perched on his shoulder suddenly glowed, its ruby-red eyes blazing.
"Ribbit!"
A shrill cry pierced the air as the frog’s mouth gaped wide.
A fireball the size of a human head, wreathed in raging flames, shot toward Su Ji with a trailing inferno.
The very air warped under its heat—a strike capable of vaporizing any Foundation Establishment cultivator instantly.
Su Jiu paled, ready to intervene—
But the ancient voice spoke first, laced with amusement.
["Oh?"]
The moment the syllable fell, the terrifying fireball dissipated into nothingness, vanishing mere feet above Su Ji’s head.
As if it had never existed.
The Puppet Heaven Holy Land cultivator’s pupils contracted, his face twisting in shock.
He stared at his puppet frog, then at Su Ji—unharmed.
The voice’s owner had shielded this insolent brat?
["Explain yourself."]
The voice spoke again, this time directly addressing Su Ji.
Su Ji did not answer immediately.
He merely cast a glance at the man from the Puppet Heaven Holy Land.
"First arrogant, then groveling—utterly laughable."
Then, without another thought for the man’s livid expression,
Su Ji raised his head, his gaze piercing through the void as if locking onto the distant remnant soul.
"You slaughtered an entire city of living beings, just to lure so-called 'righteous cultivators' like us here, all to pick a suitable heir?"
"And then you tortured and killed those rogue cultivators who entered your shop for petty gains, calling it 'eradicating the greedy.'"
Su Ji scoffed, his voice dripping with mockery.
"Look at what you’ve done, then listen to the sanctimonious words you just spouted—full of lofty morals on the surface, but rotten to the core."
"How are you any different from those greedy wretches you killed?"
"And yet—"
"You don’t seek the Dao. You’re just struggling to escape your own wretched fate."
Su Jiu tugged desperately at Su Ji’s sleeve, her eyes pleading.
She couldn’t understand why Su Ji would provoke an ancient powerhouse of unfathomable strength.
This wasn’t defiance—it was suicide.
But Su Ji seemed utterly unshaken. He patted her hand gently, reassuring her.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, the azure spirit sword, Whispering Wind, materialized in his grasp.
He angled the blade toward the ground, and a razor-sharp aura surged skyward.
"In this life, I, Su Ji, believe neither in heaven nor fate—only in myself."
"What I seek is a path walked with integrity, a conscience free of regret!"
"No illusion has ever dulled my blade!"
"When a flood dragon barred my way, I severed its head!"
"I walk my own path. I forge my own Dao!"
"Have I ever feared? Have I ever retreated?"
"My name will either be carved on a tombstone or written into history!"
"A cowardly fiend like you, who massacres the weak to flaunt your power—do you even deserve to leave a legacy?"
"Who needs your inheritance? I, Su Ji, will still stand unrivaled in this world!"
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."
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】
