Ye Qingya remained silent for seven or eight seconds on the other end of the phone, then responded, "Alright, I got it. I'll have the Intelligent Brain cancel real-time location monitoring on you."
"But you should be careful from now on. Contact me anytime if you need anything. I'll help you."
Yan Dongxu felt that this girl wasn't bad, "Thank you too. I'll say the same to you, feel free to contact me anytime you need help."
Ye Qingya chuckled, "That's for sure. You're now a formidable spatial ability user. It's an honor to be friends with you."
Yan Dongxu suddenly realized and asked directly, "You knew I awakened my spatial ability a long time ago, didn't you?"
Ye Qingya lightly murmured in agreement.
"We've had many instances here showing abnormalities in your trajectory."
"We recorded the entire battle between you and Du Sen from White Moon's satellite, you're quite impressive."
Yan Dongxu: "..."
After hanging up the phone, he began meditating in the room.
For some reason, after sitting for a while, he always felt uneasy.
Thoughts of Mu Xiaoxiao whom he had met today, and the gate of hell she summoned, kept flashing through his mind.
He took the leftover red wine to the bedroom, took a few sips, trying to calm himself down.
Suddenly, he sensed a figure within a kilometer radius.
It was Mu Xiaoxiao.
Mu Xiaoxiao stood calmly on the street, waving towards the direction of his house, as if inviting him over.
Yan Dongxu stared at her, wanting to ignore her.
But when Mu Xiaoxiao moved forward again, the ground suddenly cracked, and lava rolled in the cracks, like a land of hell.
He dared not continue to ignore it, and teleported in front of Mu Xiaoxiao.
With spatial ability shielding, he felt immense danger.
Mu Xiaoxiao took out a black iron plate from her pocket, stained with dried black blood.
"Join us."
This was the first time Yan Dongxu heard Mu Xiaoxiao speak.
Her voice was indifferent, devoid of any emotion, matching her cold and expressionless face perfectly.
"Do you want me to join Death Coffin?" Yan Dongxu was very surprised, wondering what this was all about?
Death Coffin should consider him an enemy, after all, the deaths of the two Ten Generals were related to him.
Instead of seeking revenge, they offered an olive branch. What does this mean?
The iron plate was thrown over, and Yan Dongxu caught it steadily.
Then Mu Xiaoxiao turned and left.
"I... don't like you!" Before Mu Xiaoxiao disappeared, she said lightly.
Leaving Yan Dongxu puzzled.
"Do I care if you like me? I don't even like you." He threw the iron plate onto the nearby grass.
He didn't want to have any dealings with Death Coffin.
After teleporting back to the house, he prepared to continue meditating.
But when he glanced at the table, he was astonished to find that the black iron plate he had just thrown away appeared on the table.
He used spatial ability to sense the location where he had just thrown the iron plate and found that the iron plate was indeed gone.
What the hell?
Playing teleportation right under his nose?
He threw the iron plate out of the window again.
Under his observation, Yan Dongxu noticed that when the iron token was about to touch the ground, a fiery red spatial channel appeared, sucking the token away. Then, a flash of red light on his bed and the token reappeared there.
Yan Dongxu was internally shocked, suspecting it was Mu Xiaoxiao's doing.
Could it be that girl also possesses spatial abilities?
"No one can desecrate the Token of Coffin three times. If you wish to die, feel free to try," a cold male voice appeared beside him.
Yan Dongxu was startled, using his spatial abilities to check, but found no one in the room.
"Stop looking, you won't find me!"
The man's voice vanished, making Yan Dongxu's hair stand on end.
He realized that the two individuals who appeared today were the ruthless characters of the Death Coffin.
He was unsure how many more such individuals were associated with the Death Coffin, which was indeed terrifying.
Yan Dongxu's figure flashed, appearing on Zhao Yunyun's bed.
As soon as he appeared, he felt something pressing against his lower body.
Looking down, he saw a surgical knife resting on his "brother."
"Sis, don't mess around! I didn't mean that, don't misunderstand," Yan Dongxu was sweating cold, immediately taking out the Token of Coffin and waving it in front of Zhao Yunyun.
Upon seeing the token, Zhao Yunyun's expression changed.
She put away the surgical knife, getting up solemnly. "Where did you get this thing from?"
Yan Dongxu recounted his experience just now.
After listening, Zhao Yunyun gasped.
"Do you know what this thing represents?"
"I have no idea!"
"The Token of Coffin is only held by the Ten Generals. Possessing it allows one to deploy members of the Death Coffin to do their bidding. Of course, except for the Ten Generals and the Coffin Masters."
"What? That's powerful?" Yan Dongxu was a little dumbfounded.
Doesn't that mean he now has the power of the Ten Generals of the Death Coffin?
"With the Token of Coffin in your hands, the Superhuman Alliance will probably have a headache. At least they won't trust you as much, and might even arrest you and throw you into the Forbidden Chamber."
"What I can be sure of is that you've been caught in the struggle between the Superhuman Alliance and the Death Coffin," Zhao Yunyun explained.
Yan Dongxu more or less understood Zhao Yunyun's meaning.
Now the Death Coffin has given him this broken token, which is equivalent to tarnishing his reputation. Even the Superhuman Alliance won't trust him.
As a spatial ability user, unable to be obtained by the Death Coffin, the Superhuman Alliance won't be able to get it either.
This move is indeed very sinister.
But the good news is that the Death Coffin won't bother him for a while.
After all, there's a hint of alliance, and it's impossible to send someone to kill him again.
This is also one of the few good news.
"The voice of the man you mentioned earlier might be the mysterious shadow of the Death Coffin."
"I've only heard of this person. There are rumors that he lives in a two-dimensional space, not in the same dimension as us. He's a terrifying killer. Uncle De should know more about the shadow."
Zhao Yunyun is very familiar with the circle of superhumans, after all, she has been in contact with it early on.
Yan Dongxu decided to ask Uncle De tomorrow morning.
Two-dimensional space is too creepy. Is that person named Shadow a painting?
"Sorry to disturb you, you keep sleeping, I'll head back first," Yan Dongxu said, bidding goodnight.
But he was suddenly caught by Zhao Yunyun.
"Since you're here, why leave? Doesn't big sister's presence soothe you?"
Zhao Yunyun said with a mesmerizing gaze, kicking off the blanket to reveal her long, fair legs.
"Big sis, stop fooling around! You're not like that in my heart!"
Yan Dongxu nervously swallowed, attempting to teleport back to his own bedroom using his spatial ability.
However, to his astonishment, his ability malfunctioned.
"Heh, feeling powerless without your ability? Turning into an ordinary person? Don't worry, big sis will be gentle," Zhao Yunyun smirked.
Yan Dongxu felt his consciousness gradually fading, realizing he must have fallen victim to Zhao Yunyun's poison, a true venomous beauty.
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.”
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.
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!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
