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."
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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.
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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
