"Have you heard? The treasure map in Sun Kui's possession, if obtained, could overthrow a dynasty!"
"They say Sun Kui has two divine weapons; gaining them would allow one to command the martial world!"
"The Elixir of Immortality? Really? But come to think of it, he suddenly killed that miracle-working doctor, surely it was for that pill!"
After many years, the martial world was once again swept up in a frenzy to find Sun Kui.
The sects that originally held the information were somewhat frustrated. They thought they could get a head start, never expecting the news to be leaked and spread so rapidly! Initially, only these twelve sects were searching for Sun Kui, but now, the entire martial world was stirring.
The sect leaders felt immense pressure, inwardly cursing the person who leaked the information.
Black Vajra listened to his disciple's report in bewilderment. He remembered the information obtained from the Cangyue Sect that day stated Sun Kui only had one divine weapon, one treasure map, one chest of secret manuals... But according to the news his disciples gathered, Sun Kui had over ten divine weapons, ten treasure maps, ten chests of peerless secret manuals, and most importantly, he also possessed an Elixir of Immortality!
Black Vajra was full of confusion. First, he didn't understand why the news spread so fast. Second... this news seemed somewhat outrageous.
But as more disciples returned with gathered information, Black Vajra's conviction began to waver.
After pondering for a long time, he finally slammed the armrest of his chair fiercely: "The Cangyue Sect actually deceived me!" But there was no time now to settle accounts with them; he had to get his hands on these treasures before everyone else!
Sun Kui also never expected to become a hot topic again. On the road, anyone carrying a blade or sword was discussing his name. Sun Kui listened with his heart pounding. Returning to his temporary lodgings, he looked at his three secret manuals and one precious blade, sinking into deep thought.
Then he received a carrier pigeon. Seeing the token, he felt slightly reassured. It seemed the leader of the Cangyue Sect was a decent person. Since his sworn brother had invited him, it was a good opportunity to lay low for a while.
By the time Sun Kui set off, two groups of treasure-seeking martial artists had already started fighting. The scene was chaotic. He pulled down his hat brim and hurried on his way. Just who was spreading these wild rumors out there? If he found them, he'd chop them to pieces!
In just five days, Sun Kui arrived at the Cangyue Sect. Those originally surveilling the Cangyue Sect had now been redirected to search for Sun Kui's whereabouts.
Thus, Sun Kui swaggered right through the main gate of the Cangyue Sect. Standing at the entrance of their main hall, he witnessed a scene that left him utterly baffled.
"Master, this is the share of money collected from below today." Yu Cangyun respectfully handed a bag of silver to Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi nodded: "Good, good. Tomorrow, switch to a different group of people and pick a few new spots to go sell."
"Understood, Master!" Yu Cangyun couldn't suppress the smile on his face. The Cangyue Sect was used to being poor; who would have thought the Master could find a way to earn so much money!
Only a bewildered Li Xiuyu and a nervous Yue sat to the side.
They never imagined that the Master would actually sell information about Sun Kui! If it were true, that would be one thing, but it was all fabricated!
Yue looked at Fang Zhiyi. She could no longer see through this sect leader at all. But Fang Zhiyi was undoubtedly a greedy man. Wasn't he afraid the truth would come to light?
"Ahem..." Sun Kui at the door, seeing no one paying him any attention, had to muster the courage to speak up. "I..."
"Brother Sun?" Li Xiuyu turned and saw him, both surprised and delighted. "How did you..."
Fortunately, Yue reacted quickly: "Brother Sun, you're here! Wonderful!"
Sun Kui also saw the two of them, a grin spreading across his face: "Hahaha, you invited me..."
Yue hurriedly interrupted: "Master! This is Sun Kui! He's also Xiuyu's sworn brother!" She felt somewhat ashamed, unsure what Fang Zhiyi would do next, but for her son's sake, she had no choice.
Fang Zhiyi had naturally seen Sun Kui. The entire hall fell silent instantly. Fang Zhiyi trotted over to Sun Kui.
"Your reputation precedes you, Sun Kui!" He excitedly shook Sun Kui's hand. "The God of Wealth has arrived, hasn't he?"
Sun Kui was a bit dazed, but seeing Fang Zhiyi's enthusiastic attitude, he felt somewhat embarrassed: "Not at all, not at all... I have no money..."
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand: "Money isn't important. Your arrival is all that matters."
He immediately arranged for disciples to prepare a feast to entertain Sun Kui. Now that the Cangyue Sect had money, the disciples were highly motivated and busied themselves at once. In just the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Sun Kui was pulled by Fang Zhiyi to take a seat.
"Hey, I originally didn't want to trouble you, given my notorious reputation..." Sun Kui was somewhat embarrassed, never expecting his sworn brother's sect to treat him so well. "It's just that I don't know which bastard is spreading rumors out there that I have a pile of treasures. Now the entire martial world is looking for me, so I had no choice... sigh! If I catch that bastard, I'll definitely tear him to piec—"
"Brother Sun! Have some food!" Yue hurriedly cut him off.
Sun Kui quickly took a bowl to receive the food Yue served him.
"That person is truly despicable. I, Sun Kui, have roamed the martial world for decades and never encountered such a..."
This time, even Li Xiuyu felt awkward. He was honest, not stupid. The Master had earned quite a bit of silver these days by reselling information about Sun Kui: "Brother Sun, have a drink!"
Sun Kui clinked cups with him, set down his cup, and opened his mouth to speak again.
"Brother Sun!" This time, the husband and wife spoke in unison.
Sun Kui was puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled: "Nothing, go on."
Sun Kui sighed: "Now I have nowhere to go. Don't worry, Sect Leader Fang, I came here merely to visit my sworn brother and my godson. Afterwards, I'll naturally leave and not bring you any trouble." He paused, then continued through gritted teeth, "I originally wanted to live in seclusion until old age, but some villain spread rumors. If that person were before me, I'd surely cleave him in two with one stroke of my blade!"
Li Xiuyu was at a loss. Fortunately, the Master still wore a smile.
Yue, however, was on tenterhooks. Fang Zhiyi was a man whose emotions were hard to read; who knew if he was secretly furious right now.
"All this killing and fighting is no good. How about you listen to me first, then decide whether you want to cleave me in two, alright?" Fang Zhiyi said.
Sun Kui was taken aback, waving his hand: "Why would I cleave you? Sect Leader Fang, you are a righteous man. I, Sun Kui, admire you greatly..."
Suddenly, a disciple ran in: "Sect Leader! I have a new idea!" He held a simple drawing in his hand, a few sparse strokes outlining the features of a weathered man. No one present recognized the person in the drawing.
But below the drawing were two large characters: "Heinous Villain — Sun Kui!"
The disciple beamed: "As long as we say it was drawn by the Junior Uncle, someone will definitely buy it!"
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."
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!
