At the other end of the grand hall, the fierce battle between the white-robed woman and Su Jiu had, at some point, come to a tacit halt.
Both women turned their gazes, calmly observing the conclusion of the nearby fight.
"A mere fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator, that Wang San was a fool. His death was inevitable," the white-robed woman remarked dismissively.
"Both at the same Qi Refining level, but Senior Brother’s methods were underhanded. It’s no surprise Wang San couldn’t match him," Su Jiu responded, her tone devoid of emotion.
No sooner had the words left her mouth than the two clashed again.
In an instant, sword light and demonic energy collided once more.
The white-robed woman moved with effortless grace, her sleeves fluttering like drifting snow.
Even as a soul, disadvantaged by her inability to wield artifacts, she could still form a sword with her fingers and slash casually—
Yet that single stroke unleashed a razor-sharp sword qi, effortlessly tearing through the protective demonic energy around Su Jiu.
Su Jiu was forced into retreat.
The spells she conjured shattered like brittle glass before the white-robed woman’s techniques, often disintegrating the moment they took form.
In barely fifty exchanges, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Su Jiu’s lips, her breathing growing erratic.
Su Ji: ???
What the hell?
His brows furrowed in confusion.
This was nothing like the scene he had foreseen.
In [Foreseeing Fate], Su Jiu had fought this woman to a standstill—back when she was only at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment.
Now, at the peak of Foundation Establishment, how was she being overwhelmed?
Had all those medicinal brews gone to waste?
Did she have no respect for his efforts?
Su Ji’s thoughts raced, and soon he grasped the crux of the matter.
Su Jiu’s cultivation had advanced, and her spiritual energy had indeed grown denser by several folds.
But battle was never just a contest of raw power.
Her techniques, her divine abilities, her combat experience—none had improved in the slightest.
She was merely executing the same moves as before, just with greater force behind them.
If it were a contest of sheer power, she might have held her own.
But in a battle of skill? The gains were negligible.
The outcome became increasingly clear.
Cornered, a flash of resolve ignited in Su Jiu’s eyes.
Behind her, a colossal phantom suddenly materialized—
A majestic snow-white fox, divine and awe-inspiring, though it bore only a single tail.
That massive tail, like a towering jade pillar, swept toward the white-robed woman with a howl that split the air.
For the first time, the white-robed woman’s expression shifted.
No longer the leisurely confidence of a cat toying with its prey.
"Burning your origin essence to forcibly awaken a bloodline ability?" she scoffed, disdain lacing her voice.
"You are impressive, I’ll grant you that."
"But do you know why all beneath the Nascent Soul realm are considered ants?"
"If I were to unleash a soul attack, how would you defend?"
The moment she finished speaking—
An indescribable, invisible force of terror enveloped Su Jiu.
The colossal celestial fox phantom let out a mournful cry upon contact, trembling violently as if on the verge of collapse.
Su Jiu herself stiffened as if struck by lightning, her face draining of all color.
Su Ji: ???
He glanced at the option still hovering above the white-robed woman’s head.
[Option 1: So many tricks, huh? 1111111 (Reward: Li Yao fails to seize a body. You are dragged back to the Love-Longing Sect by Su Jiu after having your limbs broken, forced to hand over medicinal brews daily.)]
Seriously?
Who’s the traitor here?
What’s this? A sudden power-up from going berserk?
Su Ji sighed.
Fine. He’d have to step in.
If this white-robed woman really intended to use a soul attack and turned Su Jiu into an idiot, then playing with an idiot would be…
Tch.
Who else would serve as his walking encyclopedia of cultivation?
Just camaraderie among sect siblings, that’s all.
Besides, Su Ji was genuinely curious—just how potent was this permanent option?
With a thought, he activated it.
[Permanent Option: Hahaha! Finally, someone worthy of being sacrificed to my blade! (Current kill count: 0)]
In that instant—
An indescribable, primal aura erupted from Su Ji’s body, exploding outward like a storm!
Both the white-robed woman mid-incantation and the struggling Su Jiu froze in place.
"Junior Sister, step back," Su Ji said calmly.
"Don’t worry. I’ll handle this."
Su Jiu, suppressing the turmoil in her meridians, stared at him in shock.
This feeling…
Yes!
She remembered now!
That time in her courtyard, when she had tried to refuse answering his questions—
That bone-chilling sensation, as if death itself were staring into her soul!
So it hadn’t been an illusion!
This… this was the true might of the "Great Xia Imperial Bloodline"?
To unleash such terrifying power while still at Qi Refining?
No wonder he dared to venture alone into this dragon’s den. No wonder he showed no fear even before a Nascent Soul remnant soul.
Slaying a Nascent Soul at Qi Refining?
Perhaps, in his eyes, it truly was no different from butchering chickens and dogs!
Understanding this, Su Jiu ceased her resistance. The celestial fox phantom behind her dissipated silently.
"Cough… Then be careful," she managed, wiping blood from her lips but still forcing out the warning.
"Call for me if you need help."
With that, she retreated dozens of yards, leaving the battlefield entirely to Su Ji.
As Su Jiu withdrew, the aura around Su Ji continued to climb.
Within the grand hall, spiritual energy churned violently, forming a visible vortex centered on him.
Even the scattered debris and dust on the ground began to swirl around his feet, drawn by the gathering force.
The white-robed woman was genuinely baffled now.
You call this Qi Refining, fifth level?
What kind of unheard-of secret art was this?
But as a former Nascent Soul cultivator, her mental fortitude far surpassed ordinary practitioners.
After the initial shock, she recalled the words Blue Ice Grass had once said to Wang San:
"He’s only at Qi Refining fifth level. No matter how strong, there are limits."
Ah…
Now she understood.
"Another bluff?" she mused aloud, her composure returning, tinged with mockery.
"Trying to scare me off like you did with Wang San?"
"Do you really think the same trick would work a second time?"
She had to admit, Su Ji was clever—but he underestimated her.
Why else would he stand there, gathering momentum instead of attacking?
Just like before, against Wang San!
This was nothing more than psychological warfare, an attempt to intimidate her into making a mistake.
Having seen through the ruse, the white-robed woman felt reassured.
"I’ll stand right here. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to strike," she taunted.
Su Ji’s expression turned odd.
"You sure about that?"
Seeing his hesitation, her smirk deepened.
"Absolutely."
"What’s wrong? Losing your nerve?"
Su Ji muttered under his breath, "Never seen someone so eager for this…"
No more words.
The spiraling vortex of spiritual energy before him compressed at a terrifying speed, condensing into—
A three-foot-long sword.
The blade had no physical form, woven entirely from pure spiritual energy, yet its edge radiated a lethality that chilled the soul.
Spear cultivator? Spell cultivator?
Never did I imagine I could moonlight as a sword cultivator.
Su Ji slowly extended his hand, gripping the spiritual energy sword hovering mid-air.
A surge of power—so immense it bordered on uncontrollable—flooded his palm, coursing through every vein and sinew.
This sensation…
This absolute, overwhelming force capable of crushing everything in its path…
It was intoxicating.
Su Ji lifted his gaze, fixing it on the white-robed woman standing not far away.
"With your meager life of three feet, I shall consecrate my peerless path of the sword!"
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.
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.”
【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.)
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
