Yun Ying’s mind went completely blank.
What had happened?
Just now… what had happened?
He only remembered charging forward with the resolve of a dead man.
Then, his lifebound flying sword was snapped in two, and he was gravely wounded by a single blade stroke.
After that, his senior sister was captured, and that demon called Liu Yishou used the most venomous words to grind away the last shreds of his dignity and hope—bit by bit.
He thought he was dead for sure.
He had even prepared himself to walk the path of the Yellow Springs alongside his senior sister.
But now…
That man who called himself “Su Ji”—the one he had doubted and tested at every turn—
stood there with an effortless calm, blocking a killing stroke from a Nascent Soul realm cultivator.
Was this… a dream?
Yun Ying unconsciously pinched himself.
Pain.
Not a dream.
Then…
Yun Ying’s mind, fighting its way out of that fog, finally snapped back to clarity.
He jerked his head up, staring at the figure whose back was turned to him.
A supreme master hiding in plain sight!
The thought struck his mind like a thunderbolt!
How could he not understand now?
From beginning to end, all those clever little tricks of his, those so-called tests and provocations—in the eyes of that man, they must have been as laughable as a child playing house!
Yun Ying’s heart was a mess of conflicting emotions.
There was the shame of being toyed with, the regret of misjudgment, but more than that, a profound sense of gratitude for surviving against the odds, and an… indescribable awe.
That was a Blade Sect cultivator at the Soul Transformation realm!
And his attack… had just been broken?
...
As for Liu Yishou, his state of mind was far more complicated than Yun Ying’s by ten thousand times.
If Yun Ying felt awe, then Liu Yishou felt sheer terror!
Having a higher cultivation level didn’t guarantee victory.
A Golden Core cultivator defeating an Nascent Soul one, an Nascent Soul slaying a Core Formation cultivator—such feats of crossing boundaries had happened a few times in the millions of years of Cang Huang Realm’s history.
The disciples of the Slaughter Emotion Blade Sect, in particular, were known for their unique techniques and ruthless hearts, often fighting above their weight class in deadly combat.
But… there had to be a limit!
Middle-stage Golden Core?
The man before him radiated spiritual energy fluctuations that were unmistakably those of a middle-stage Golden Core cultivator.
On that point, Liu Yishou was certain.
A middle-stage Golden Core cultivator, leaping across late-stage Golden Core, peak Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Core Formation—a full two and a half major realms—to resist his full-powered stroke as a Soul Transformation cultivator?
This wasn’t just exaggerated.
It was absurd.
It was preposterous.
It was something that should never, ever happen.
And yet, happen it did.
In that brief clash a moment ago, Liu Yishou had understood with crystal clarity that the man before him was no easy prey.
This man…
Liu Yishou’s grip on his blade tightened until his knuckles turned white.
The dao heart he had hardened into stone by severing emotions—for the first time in his life—began to crack, ever so slightly, against his will.
Its name was fear.
“You…”
Liu Yishou took a deep breath, forcing down the terror in his chest, and rasped, “Who the hell are you?”
Su Ji did not answer.
He merely turned his head and said flatly to the dazed youth still sprawled on the ground:
“Hey, you over there.”
“What are you still gawking for?”
“Take your senior sister and get the hell out of here.”
“Don’t get in my way.”
Yun Ying snapped to attention with a jolt.
He glanced at Su Ji, then at Liu Yishou, who stood poised for battle not far away. His lips parted, but in the end, he still felt compelled to call out a warning.
“Be careful, senior—!”
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!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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.
