The moment the woman in white finished speaking, the atmosphere in the grand hall shifted abruptly.
The air, previously thick with greed and fervor over the Nascent Soul inheritance, now turned into a bone-chilling cold that shot up from everyone's feet to the crowns of their heads.
"Not good!"
Lin Bufan of the Blazing Sun Holy Land paled and immediately tried to flee, transforming into a streak of light.
But it was already too late.
The woman's stunning eyes didn't even flicker as she simply flicked her sleeve with an elegant motion.
Hum—
An invisible ripple instantly enveloped the entire hall.
"Ah!"
The Foundation Establishment first-layer rogue cultivator who had survived the earlier challenge only had time to let out a single scream before his body exploded into a mist of blood, staining the robes of those nearby.
"How dare you! I’m a named disciple under the Joyful Union Sect’s Elder!"
"Senior, spare me!"
"Fight! Let’s fight her together!"
Panic spread like a plague.
Pleas, roars, and desperate cries intertwined, but it was all futile.
The woman’s expression remained unperturbed, as though she were merely performing a trivial task.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Blooms of blood erupted one after another across the hall, each muffled sound marking the end of another life.
In just a dozen breaths, over a hundred arrogant Foundation Establishment cultivators were slaughtered without exception.
The thick stench of blood filled the air, and the hall fell into an eerie silence.
The woman sighed softly, her voice tinged with melancholy.
"Fortunately, all of you were blinded by greed, overestimating your own strength."
"Always thinking, 'What if?'"
"Always thinking, 'Why not try?'"
"Each of you fought until your spiritual energy was exhausted, making this cleanup rather effortless."
With that, she finally turned her gaze back to Wang San, who had remained unharmed from start to finish.
"Open your mind."
Her voice carried an irresistible authority.
"I shall now pass on my legacy to you."
Wang San shuddered, snapping out of his daze.
Seeing the severed limbs and corpses littering the ground, he felt no fear—only a twisted ecstasy.
The senior killed everyone… just for me!
I truly am destined for greatness!
Without hesitation, he fully opened his sea of consciousness.
The figure of the woman in white suddenly grew ethereal, transforming into a streak of light that shot straight into Wang San’s forehead.
But the expected flood of knowledge never came.
Before Wang San could even voice his confusion, a startled feminine voice echoed in his mind.
"Wait—why is there already someone else in your sea of consciousness?"
"How am I supposed to… pass on my legacy like this?"
Within his mind, a faintly glowing ice-blue herb emanated a chilling aura, firmly shielding Wang San’s soul.
Hearing this, Wang San couldn’t suppress a smirk.
"Senior, this junior is simply blessed by fate."
"This Ten-Thousand-Year Icebloom Grass has formed an equal contract with me, temporarily residing in my sea of consciousness to recuperate."
Of course, he silently added: For now.
Once his cultivation reached greater heights, this worthless weed would be at his mercy.
……
Inside Wang San’s sea of consciousness, the soul of the woman in white stood in a standoff with the Icebloom Grass.
A successful possession required perfect timing—when the target was completely defenseless.
She had assumed a mere Qi Refining cultivator would be easy prey once he opened his mind.
But who could’ve guessed another entity was already squatting in his head?
Under these circumstances, success was impossible.
The Icebloom Grass shimmered, transforming into the illusory form of an elderly man with a flowing white beard, stroking it thoughtfully.
"No need for hostility."
"Fighting here benefits neither of us."
The woman in white scoffed. "I chose him because he carries the essence of vegetation and is favored by destiny. But you—you’re just a half-dead weed! What could you possibly want with him?"
"And if you’re not here to possess him, then what? Your soul is barely holding on as it is."
The Icebloom Grass smiled mysteriously, refusing to answer.
"Fine. Then let’s settle this."
The woman’s voice turned icy. "In all my years of cultivation, I’ve never failed to claim what I desire."
Hearing this, the Icebloom Grass immediately backed down—his aged soul couldn’t handle a fight.
"Wait, wait! Let’s compromise!"
"How about this? I won’t give up San’er’s body, but I can have him find you a suitable vessel elsewhere. Right now, he’s completely under my thumb—he’ll listen to me."
The woman wasn’t fooled.
This old coot conceded too easily—there had to be a trick.
"If you want me to back off, answer one thing."
"What do you see in him?"
After a long hesitation, the Icebloom Grass finally spoke.
"San’er… can perceive the 'Primordial Divine Script.'"
He stroked his beard smugly, as if revealing a masterstroke.
"Hmph. Don’t act innocent. You deliberately placed those two Primordial Divine Script characters at the entrance of your cave abode, didn’t you? All to lure the right 'vessel.'"
The woman in white froze.
After a long pause, she cursed inwardly.
Idiot!
"I’m withdrawing my claim on this body."
She gave up without hesitation. "Find me another one."
Now it was the Icebloom Grass’s turn to be suspicious. "You’d just walk away? This is a body capable of deciphering the Primordial Divine Script! Reading his memories would be like holding the key to a new era…"
He was certain she was scheming something.
To test her, he dropped another bombshell.
"I only awakened after hearing the 'Path of Heaven’s Chosen' had reopened. After much searching, I found 'San’er'—the 'Fated Calamity-Bearer!'"
"The golden age is upon us once more!!"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with 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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
