Zhu Jian was completely ignored by Li Shiyin, but he did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction. Because at the moment the sword light flashed, he truly felt that he was infinitely close to death.
At that moment, he felt that he had no secrets in front of Li Shiyin, all his weaknesses were exposed; it was as if Li Shiyin had seen through him completely. When facing Li Shiyin, it was as if he was facing a high-level sword cultivator, not a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
He knew that if that sword had struck, he would have been powerless to resist.
The Cascade Star Sword that fell from the sky was not saving Li Shiyin, but saving him, Zhu Jian.
Although she had not really made a move yet, he had already lost.
And not only Zhu Jian himself knew this, even the people behind him knew it too.
When Li Shiyin walked past Zhu Jian to ask them, someone couldn't withstand Li Shiyin's oppressive sword aura and took a step back, and then took another step back.
Some people stepped back, some didn't; some retreated smoothly, some stood firm under the pressure. Eight people remained in place, either capable or stubbornly standing their ground.
Those who retreated had already lost; those who didn't retreat hadn't lost yet.
Under the tremendous pressure, some gritted their teeth, drew their swords, and attacked Li Shiyin.
Li Shiyin didn't underestimate him, linking the Guiding Starlight Technique and Flying Immortal Questioning Dao, there was a flash of starlight, and she disappeared from Chasing The Wind's back. With a flick of her sword she sent his flying, then instantly reappeared on Chasing The Wind's back, as if she hadn't moved at all.
"Such...such powerful strength!" This person looked at his own flying sword, his sword-wielding hand trembling uncontrollably. At the same level of cultivation, he lost in one sword stroke.
No matter what the reason, when a swordsman can no longer hold his own sword steady, he should die. Because the sword is the swordsman's life. When a swordsman cannot grasp his sword, he cannot grasp his own life.
"Next." said Li Shiyin.
Another swordsman came forth...
It was seen that the sword-wielding maiden's figure continuously flashed among the crowd, trails and Chasing The Wind's back. Some lost in one sword stroke, some held on for two or three strokes, but ultimately no one prevailed until the end, no one was victorious.
Finally, Li Shiyin stood in front of the crowd that had previously retreated, sword in hand. Behind her were seven or eight defeated and crestfallen people, their magic treasures and flying swords strewn all over the ground. She asked the people in front, "Anyone else?" Among them were fanatical and excited gazes, and also timid and evasive gazes; but no provocative and battle-ready gazes. They looked at this peerlessly beautiful and supremely talented maiden, no one dared to draw their swords again.
Li Shiyin waited for a while. With a cold glance that swept over the crowd, ignoring their fanaticism―because the divine had never cared for zealots―she sheathed her sword and said, "Go back, all of you!"
The losers picked up their weapons and trudged back dejectedly; the cowardly displayed their techniques, either riding their swords or soaring through the clouds, and left in high spirits.
After today, there would be legends within the Dao Sword Sect of the invincible Dan Peak Fairy Maiden Swordsman. They would say that with one stroke of her sword she sent a Golden Core cultivator flying, and with seven or eight sword strokes she defeated seven or eight Golden Core cultivators. The Dao Sword Sect disciples would forget that she was one of the Five Great Beauties, and would remember that she was one of the Ten Great Prodigies, and recall her glowing sword aura like the radiance of stars.
After a few dozen people left scattered in twos and threes, the fog before the Guardian Mountain Formation suddenly cleared. Over a dozen Dao Sword Sect disciples walked out from inside. These were all disciples who had attempted to force their way into or break the formation, but ultimately got lost within the Guardian Mountain Formation.
After emerging from the Guardian Mountain Formation and looking back at it, those without any foundation in formations had confused expressions on their faces, even having forgotten when they got lost in the first place; those with some foundation in formations had frightened looks, because this seemingly basic formation actually contained endless variations and transformations within, and what they thought they understood, they realized they had not understood at all.
Qin Ran's voice echoed in the air, "It was an illusory formation this time. Next time, it will be a killing formation."
Those who had some foundation in formations didn't dare to tarry, and hurriedly cast spells to escape; while those without any foundation were left at a complete loss.
"Chasing The Wind..." said Li Shiyin, "Let's go home."
With his head held high and treading with the unique grace of felines, Chasing The Wind walked together with Li Shiyin into the mist, eventually disappearing into the mist.
In the eyes of those bewildered people remained the image of the white tiger and the maiden's retreating backs.
Passing through the mist and returning to Dan Peak, Li Shiyin swept her gaze, discovering that her Master was still at the lakeside checking on the trees he had planted over the past few days, his appearance tranquil and leisurely, as if the one deterring those challengers was not him at all.
The calls of birds and beasts at Dan Peak were the same as always, the mountains and waters here very peaceful. Those noisy, clamoring challengers outside did not disturb them in the slightest.
Long Qiqi was even still at the Research Building concocting poison pills, while Tushan Youyou was still learning mathematics in the rear mountain.
Sensing that the two mischievous ones had returned, Qin Ran raised his head to glance at them, a vague smile on his face. "Chasing The Wind ran off, didn't he? Went to chase Chasing The Wind, didn't you? Chased him for a whole day, didn't you?!"
Li Shiyin had run off in the morning, and now it was already late afternoon nearing dusk, she had been out playing the entire day... After all, it would take some time to let all the demonic beasts in Dan Peak know that their lord now has a big sister too.
Seeing Qin Ran's expression, Li Shiyin knew that he wasn't truly angry. Hugging her sword, she twisted bashfully as she walked over to him, making a sound through her nose, "Mas...ter..."
How was this the sharp-as-sword-aura female sword immortal? Clearly just a girl who was skilled at acting coquettish.
Listening to it made Qin Ran's hackles rise, but he was actually quite pleased inside. Suppressing the smile at the corners of his mouth, he saw that Chasing The Wind was also rolling around on the ground next to them, exposing his belly to ask for forgiveness.
Trying hard to sound stern, but smiling, he said, "Don't try that with me, useless!"
Everyone knew whether it was actually useless or not.
He pointed at the empty space between Sword Washing Lake and the Research Building, and said, "Starting tomorrow, the two of you will build an awning there for me! And not only that, you two won't get any meals tomorrow either, as punishment!!"
To punish an immortal cultivator by not letting them eat, that truly was an extremely severe punishment... Ah no, one of them wasn't a cultivator, Chasing The Wind was a demonic beast, he truly needed blood and flesh as food, for him it really was an extremely harsh punishment. So it could only be said, the only one getting hurt was silly little Chasing The Wind.
But it didn't matter, this silly guy was stupid enough, he didn't know that actually only he was getting punished.
He had absolutely no idea that he was never supposed to be punished in the first place, he shouldn't have been punished from the start; he also didn't know that in essence, the only one truly being punished by this punishment was him.
This silly one even stopped to roll around, his white fur picking up a lot of mud. He chuckled towards Qin Ran, "Thanks, Dad!"
Qin Ran pointed at him, bitter laughter brimming forth―this silly tiger was fortunate to have followed him, if he had followed someone else, who knows when he might have been sold without even realizing, and would probably still be helping them count the money... if he had learned arithmetic by then, that is.
"It's... Master!" Li Shiyin replied listlessly.
And so starting the next day, Dan Peak's invincible female sword immortal and her Xuanming Spirit Tiger buddy began their glorious labor reform.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"

] [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!"