(This chapter has been edited. There are no innuendos here, so please do not look at it through colored lenses and call it vulgar, otherwise even drinking water would seem like drinking X-fluid to you.)
In the courtyard, the atmosphere froze for a moment.
That spear—the one he obtained in Chapter 200, absolutely Su Ji's strongest artifact at present, which has no innuendos, will not imply anything, and will have an extremely high appearance rate, the Fallen Dragon Spear—was slowly awakening.
The spear tip pointed distantly at Su Jiu. An incredibly domineering momentum, as if it wanted to pierce a hole through the heavens and the earth, exploded outward.
Under the oppression of this aura, the stone tables and stools in the courtyard silently crumbled into fine powder.
"Round one!"
Su Ji shouted in a low voice, holding nothing back.
Exerting force through his feet, his entire body became like a great bow drawn to its absolute limit, instantly launching forward.
The Fallen Dragon Spear in his hands transformed into a pitch-black streak of light barely visible to the naked eye. A cluster of dark red flames even ignited on the spear tip as it thrust straight at Su Jiu.
This thrust showed no mercy.
Su Jiu knew exactly what she was about to face.
Yet she had not even summoned her weapon.
In the split second the flaming spear tip was about to touch the lapels on her chest.
Su Jiu moved.
Her movements were too graceful to be mortal, more like a butterfly fluttering under the moonlight.
She did not retreat. Instead, she leaped up at an unbelievable angle.
She narrowly dodged the lethal spear tip.
At the same time, her leg, clad in a moon-white palace dress and resembling a white python emerging from the water, landed with absolute precision on the spear shaft.
Perhaps because she was a cultivator, Su Jiu's legs were not the bony, slender type that ordinary girls pursued.
However, they were absolutely nowhere near thick either.
The skin was delicate and smooth, outlining perfectly proportioned curves.
Su Ji had to admit, this was exactly the type he liked.
It was very pleasing to the eye.
Of course, he did not dislike slender legs either.
There are many definitions of liking something.
Su Ji felt he was rather pure: as long as it looked good, he liked it.
In that brief moment of distraction.
Su Ji felt an endless stream of power transmitting down the spear shaft, causing his indomitable, domineering spear momentum to stagnate.
What exquisite footwork!
Su Ji praised inwardly, but his movements did not stop for a second.
Missing the first strike, he flicked his wrist. The Fallen Dragon Spear instantly changed from a thrust to a sweep, bringing up a vicious wind that tore through the air as it swept toward Su Jiu's waist.
Su Jiu did not dodge or evade. Her cold, clear eyes even carried a hint of provocation.
Tapping her toes lightly on the Fallen Dragon Spear, she executed a nimble spin, leaping right over the howling wind of the spear.
Su Ji's eyes narrowed, and his spear stance changed again!
The horizontal sweep turned into an upward slash. Like a black dragon roaring as it soared into the sky, it aimed straight for Su Jiu.
He refused to believe that Su Jiu, suspended in mid-air with nowhere to leverage her strength, could dodge this tricky and ruthless strike!
However, Su Jiu's next move completely overturned Su Ji's understanding.
Instead of dodging, she actively dropped down to meet the roaring spear tip.
Su Ji's gaze focused!
This move felt somewhat familiar.
It should be a secret technique of the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox clan...
Resisting Su Ji's offensive with unparalleled precision!
Failing to land the strike, Su Ji felt powerless to extricate himself.
That unstoppable sharpness was dissolved layer by layer, vanishing into nothingness.
What made his scalp tingle even more was this.
Su Jiu was currently counterattacking him with the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox clan's secret art, Magpie Tread, trying to force him to give up resisting and beg for mercy.
"You..."
A fine layer of sweat seeped from Su Ji's forehead.
"Senior Brother, as a spear cultivator, is this all there is to your spearmanship?"
Su Jiu's voice, carrying a bit of lazy teasing, drifted down from above.
A blush had crept onto her aloof face at some point. Deep within her watery fox-like eyes, however, a fire called competitiveness was burning.
"Bullshit!"
Stimulated by her appearance, Su Ji felt his blood surge. He let out a low roar as the Heavenly Palace Golden Core in his dantian roared to life. An even more majestic and domineering surge of spiritual energy poured madly into the Fallen Dragon Spear.
The dragon scale patterns on the spear shaft suddenly lit up!
A scorching wave of air erupted with a boom!
Yet, Su Jiu remained entirely unmoved.
Instead, she increased her force by thirty percent.
Su Ji's weapon let out an overwhelmed hum, as if it would snap in half at any moment.
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The corners of her lips curled into a triumphant arc, and her calves suddenly exerted force.
Boom!
Su Ji only felt an irresistible, immense force transmitting over.
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Round one.
A complete defeat.
Su Ji clutched his numb arm. Looking at the beautiful silhouette not far away, the expression on his face was a spectacular mix of emotions.
Su Jiu slowly landed on the ground.
A few strands of her beautiful hair, dampened by sweat, clung to her cheeks that were flushed with a moving rosy hue.
She let out a long breath of stale air, her chest heaving slightly as she breathed.
Those usually cold and clear eyes were now astonishingly bright, as if containing an entire galaxy.
She looked at Su Ji.
A smile actually surfaced on her aloof face.
"Senior Brother..."
Her voice carried the slight breathlessness of post-battle exertion, along with a trace of barely noticeable excitement.
"Senior Brother, hurry up and start the next round."
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
