Seeing those fools about to drink, Wang Kui could no longer sit still. He jumped up and kicked over the table.
Fang Zhiyi looked up at Wang Kui ahead of him. He was brandishing a short blade, each swing carrying immense force. The acolyte stood in front of him, his face full of disgust.
"A Pure Yang physique... the opposite of Little Ya's, but that temper of his is really troublesome."
"Junior Brother, what are you saying?" Chu Xiangye, sitting in front, turned back with a trembling voice. "Shouldn't... shouldn't we go help?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded and slowly rose to his feet.
Chu Xiangye, as if finding a pillar of support, shouted, "Don't just stand there! Help the Immortal! Drive that villain out!"
The next moment, he felt a shadow leap off his shoulder with a light push and fly past him.
"You old fiend! Take this!" Fang Zhiyi tore off the cloth sealing his black sword. As the restraints were undone, an intense, chilling aura of extreme Yin spread from the blade.
"Wrong! Junior Brother! Wrong! We're not helping that villain!" Chu Xiangye was dumbfounded.
Fang Zhiyi moved with incredible speed, almost like Xuan Jizi in his prime. But just as his sword came crashing down, the Immortal, sitting calmly, raised two fingers and caught the blade mid-strike.
"Couldn't hold back so soon?" The Immortal glanced at Fang Zhiyi, his eyes full of mockery.
Fang Zhiyi grinned. "I almost thought you'd been coasting all these years."
"Trifling tricks, and you dare show off before me?" The Immortal sneered. "I've heard of a rogue running around killing people. Didn't think I'd be on your list too. I..."
He suddenly let out a howl that even startled Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi looked down and saw that impulsive brute Wang Kui had somehow already cut off the acolyte's head. His face twisted in rage, he gripped the blade's handle, the short knife now buried deep into the Immortal's calf.
"Damn... what a beast." Fang Zhiyi couldn't help but admire Wang Kui. A mere mortal, so fearless?
The Immortal, focused on Fang Zhiyi, had completely ignored Wang Kui, never expecting him to kill his acolyte and wound him.
"You monster! Give me your life!" Wang Kui roared, pulling out the knife to strike again.
But the Immortal suddenly lowered his head, his eyes bloodshot, his pupils narrowing into slits. "How dare you!!!" An immense blast of energy erupted, hitting the already injured Wang Kui, sending him flying several meters before he crashed heavily into Chu Xiangye.
Fang Zhiyi lightly stepped back, retreating several meters as well.
In that instant, the mortals finally snapped out of their daze. The illusion of a celestial realm melted away, and they found themselves standing on a massive stone platform surrounded by ruins. In a corner lay scattered bones.
"This... this..."
Realizing he had been wounded by mere mortals, the Immortal—now barely human—scanned the trembling crowd. Rage surged within him. His body began to warp, stretching unnaturally as his clothes tore apart. Scales emerged across his skin, and his frame swelled.
A foul stench spread, and faint purple mist filled the air.
"What... what is that? A dragon?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced back. Wang Kui had somehow gotten back on his feet.
"Dragon? At best, it's a Chi."
"Chi? What's that?"
"I told you to read more... A python turns into a Jiao, a Jiao into a Chi, a Chi into a Qiu, and then into a dragon. This thing is seriously sinister."
As he spoke, a rancid aura spread. The Immortal had fully revealed his true form: a massive serpentine body coiled up, his eyes like yellow lanterns glaring down at Fang Zhiyi and Wang Kui.
"You mere cultivator dare defy the heavens?!" His voice thundered like a clap of thunder.
"Defy your mother! I'll hack you to death!" Wang Kui's reckless streak flared again. He was simply born without fear.
"Ha ha ha ha, Daoist friend, to be forced to reveal your true form by two human whelps. Let me help you." As the voice faded, several of the Chi's friends finally moved.
Wang Kui watched in shock as those "humans" transformed one by one.
"Damn! A giant boar! What's that? A hedgehog? A fox? Animals holding a meeting?"
"Human, you cannot bear the cost of defying immortal authority." The Boar stood massive, yet only a third of the Chi's height. Its tusks gleamed coldly.
"Don't move, boy. Did you kill my nephew?" The Fox squinted, staring at Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi gently shook his sword. A black soul poked its head out—a young man in a hat. As he fully emerged from the black blade, several fox tails swished behind him.
"Are you talking about this one?"
The Fox roared with fury. "Very well! You won't leave here today!"
Wang Kui looked around, his mind a little chaotic but unwilling to analyze the situation. He simply pointed his short knife at the great monsters. "I don't care who you are. Since I'm here, you all die today!"
Fang Zhiyi admired this guy. In this situation, no one else would dare speak like that. These monstrous beings had formed a semicircle around the two of them, yet Wang Kui was still this bold.
"Old Hu, step back. I will crush these two insects myself!" The Chi's voice boomed.
"Let's not argue. We'll just take them together," the Hedgehog said, its voice sharp and piercing, like needles stabbing the ears.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly sheathed his sword. "You mean, you want to gang up on us?"
"Ha ha ha ha! Scared now?" The Chi laughed loudly. "I dared to let you in because I knew you couldn't win. Boy, your little tricks are nothing to me. Do you think you can beat me?"
"Brother, if you're scared, step back. I owe you one for that move earlier. Watch me cut them down!" Wang Kui called to Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi didn't look at him. Instead, he smiled. "I don't know if I can beat you. But for today... I've worn myself out these past days."
Confident in their victory, the great monsters stared at Fang Zhiyi, as if waiting for his final words.
"What good has your effort done you? Ha ha ha ha! You think you can defy a true Immortal?" The Chi's face was unreadable, but his tone dripped with mockery.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Wrong. You're all wrong."
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
