On the mountain path, the wind and snow grew more fierce.
Yun Ying's figure darted through the forest, fast as a black streak of lightning.
He gripped Yun Yao's wrist tightly, his strength so great it made her ache.
"Junior Brother... I suddenly miss the Master," Yun Yao said as he dragged her along at high speed over the snow, her voice fractured by the wind.
Yun Ying did not look back.
He remained silent, only tightening his grip on Yun Yao's hand a little more.
Miss the Master?
He did too.
Sixteen years.
On this Kongxuan Mountain, through spring and autumn, sixteen years had passed.
He could still remember that winter sixteen years ago, even colder than today.
He had curled up in the corner of a broken temple, covered only by a thin layer of straw, too weak from hunger even to cry.
He had thought he would die like that.
But the Master came.
That woman, descending from the sky like a fairy, had given him a still-warm pastry and brought him from that frozen snowfield back to this equally frozen Kongxuan Mountain.
From that day on, Yun Ying's life belonged to the Master.
If it were only him today, he would turn back without hesitation, return to the Lanyue Pavilion, and stay by the Master's side until the very last moment.
But the Master forbade it.
The Master had entrusted Senior Sister to him.
She had given him a reason to live.
Yun Yao watched her Junior Brother's silent, tense profile, and a sudden panic rose in her heart.
She had never seen Yun Ying like this.
Ordinarily, though he always looked older than his years, his eyes when he looked at her were warm, like a spring breeze.
But now, those eyes...
"Junior Brother... you're hurting me..." she complained softly, unable to bear the oppressive silence.
Yun Ying’s body stiffened.
On that delicate face, there was none of his usual gentleness.
He did not let go; instead, he held on even tighter.
"Senior Sister," he said.
"What?" Startled by his demeanor, Yun Ying responded instinctively.
"From now on, until I die..."
Yun Ying's voice was low and heavy, each word deliberate.
"You are not to leave my side, not even half a step!"
Yun Yao blinked, her mind slow to catch up.
"Huh? Then what about my training—"
The rest of her words were forcibly swallowed by a sudden gust of wind.
Yun Ying did not give her any chance to ask further.
Spiritual power exploded beneath his feet, launching him like an arrow from a bow, dragging Yun Yao with him as he fled headlong toward the hidden path in the back mountain.
Fast.
He had to be fast.
He knew someone was hunting them.
Just moments ago, he had glimpsed from afar as two Nascent Soul stage elders of the sect were torn apart by a black shadow, without even a scream.
A single encounter.
An opponent like that was absolutely beyond him and Senior Sister.
"S-Senior Brother!" Yun Yao's mouth filled with wind as he dragged her, her words slurred.
"S-slow down... I can run on my own... Stop manhandling me..."
Yun Ying ignored her.
The night was black, the wind high, the snow fell silently.
A young man, gritting his teeth.
Just how strong a resolve did he need to abandon the woman he regarded as his birth mother?
All for the girl he held by the hand, who still knew nothing.
He had to survive.
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Before Elder Yao's cave dwelling,
Su Ji stood calmly, watching the two figures fade into the wind and snow. His eyes were serene, without a ripple.
Beside him, Su Jiu had already retaken her human form, dressed in clean robes, looking at him with concern.
"Senior Brother, aren't we leaving?"
Su Ji shot her a speechless glance.
Leave?
Why?
"Watching the show," he said slowly, retracting his gaze and sitting back down on that hard, uncomfortable wheelchair. He casually pulled a grimy blanket over his legs.
Honestly, he was getting used to it, and it was kind of comfortable.
"Running now would only make us a more obvious target." Su Ji smiled, his tone carrying a cool matter-of-factness.
"The Canghuang Realm is vast; there must be at least a thousand sects. I repaid my debt with the Reversal Pill, Elder Yao acknowledged it, and I'm even with the Yin Yang Sect."
"Everyone has their fate, decreed by heaven. I'm still carrying my own debt to the Di Ting Mountain. Outsiders' affairs... I really can't meddle in, and I don't have the power to."
"Besides, this has nothing to do with me. It's not like I led them here, right?"
"And it's not like they're after Su Hao or Su Ji."
"Clearly, this is the Yin Yang Sect's own karma."
What Su Ji said came from the heart.
He had never been a saint.
"Suppose I seemed to step in and help. Have you considered that maybe a hundred years ago, it was the sect leader himself who committed evil deeds and brought this enemy to his door today? Then I would have been killing a good man by mistake."
"These kinds of grudges are the hardest to interfere with—"
"Besides!" Su Ji slapped the wheelchair armrest, looking utterly righteous.
"My name is Su Ji. I'm a Golden Core. Am I supposed to fight a Void Refining?"
"Seriously?"
The moment he finished speaking, a lightning-fast black shadow flickered through the woods not far from him, like a phantom.
Its target was clear: the direction Yun Ying and Yun Yao had disappeared into.
Su Ji suppressed his aura to the utmost.
Yet the black shadow, as it passed by, stopped without warning.
A head slowly turned.
The man's gaze was cold, like a viper lurking in the dark.
He glanced at Su Ji.
That look was like glancing at an ant by the roadside.
Dismissive, utterly indifferent.
Then he raised a hand and flicked a finger toward Su Ji.
A nearly imperceptible wisp of black energy flew at Su Ji and Su Jiu.
Having done this, the black shadow seemed to lose all interest in even glancing at Su Ji again. He flickered and melted back into the dark, resuming the chase after Yun Ying and Yun Yao.
All of this happened in less than half a breath.
The tiny black energy came silently, straight for Su Ji’s face.
"Senior Brother!"
"It's a tracking mark!"
Su Ji, however, acted as if he hadn't heard.
He simply reached out casually and lightly grasped the oncoming black energy.
The motion was effortless, as if catching a mosquito.
The black energy seemed to possess a will of its own; just as it was about to touch Su Ji's fingertips, it twisted nimbly, trying to dodge.
But it was futile.
Su Ji's five fingers closed precisely, and the black energy, without even a chance to struggle, was firmly clutched in his palm.
Su Jiu: "..."
She realized she should never judge Su Ji by ordinary standards from now on.
Su Ji opened his palm.
The black energy writhed in his hand, exuding a faint chill, but carrying no force.
"Interesting," Su Ji said, poking at the "little worm" with interest.
The black energy shrank back, trembling in fright.
"Senior Brother... that mark has a wisp of divine sense attached to it. As long as it's not dispelled, the enemy can sense our location at any moment."
Su Ji let out a faint "mm," his face betraying no expression.
That man in black had never taken him seriously from start to finish.
It was like a nobleman rushing to a banquet, passing by a street corner and noticing a beggar lying on the ground, gasping for air.
He wouldn't pause for long.
Only after the banquet was over and the wine had been drunk, when his mood was good, would he come back to see if the beggar had breathed his last.
If not, he would casually step on him to death—a convenient way to clear the roadside trash.
Once Su Ji grasped this, his face immediately darkened.
He curled his lips, and the displeasure inside him churned like aged vinegar—sour and sharp.
Damn it!
Zhao Teng, at least, had bothered to spew a few harsh words.
But this guy didn't even waste a single syllable. He simply slapped a "pending disposal" tag on him.
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】
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.
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!
