[With the Myriad Soul Banner in hand, you manipulate hundreds of demon souls to fiercely battle the endless stream of demons surging toward you.]
[Thanks to the "Alien Race's Daddy" trait, even the Golden Body Realm demons appearing here pose absolutely no threat to you.]
[With the demon souls covering your flanks, you unleash a set of high-tier martial arts, the "Crimson Heart Fist," onto the demons. Every punch is a critical hit, and those fragile demons are even blown to pieces by a single punch from you!]
[Before long, you are covered in demon blood. The mutilated corpses of demons continuously pile up around you, and you stand higher and higher on the pile of bodies.]
[However, the demons in this area seem absolutely determined this time, refusing to rest until they eliminate you.]
[No matter how many demons have already died in battle, they still charge forward wave after wave.]
[You don't waste the demons you've killed, either. With a wave of the Myriad Soul Banner, they are all taken into the banner to become brothers-in-arms!]
[Black mist billows, and corpses choke the valley.]
[Sporting half a head of red hair, in this atmosphere, your villainous aura is maxed out.]
["Charge, brothers! If this man is not eliminated, we will never have peace!!"]
["Don't fear death! Carve out a bloody path for our descendants!"]
["For the Golden-Furred Rat King!!"]
["We want to live!!!"]
[The demons are so heroic that you are moved, and your fists strike even harder.]
[As time passes, even with the "Older and Wiser" trait ensuring your stamina doesn't decline despite your age, a human's stamina is ultimately limited.]
[On the demons' side, more Golden Body Realm and even Spirit Sea Realm experts join the fray one after another!]
[Even with the Myriad Soul Banner and golden traits, continuously fighting so many demons with higher cultivation realms than yours is a bit too much to ask of you.]
[Unfortunately, you can't run even if you want to.]
[The only exit to the valley is completely blocked by a herd of tank-like ox demons, leaving you with no choice but to keep fighting.]
[A group of demon experts has you completely surrounded.]
[At this moment, you stand atop a pile of demon corpses over ten meters high, holding the Myriad Soul Banner in one hand and a chipped Flame Iron Heavy Sword in the other.]
[Your body is entirely covered in blood and filth, some belonging to the demons, and some your own.]
["Come on!!!"]
[The Golden-Furred Rat King looks at the countless corpses, then at its almost exterminated large family of rat demons, and its heart bleeds.]
[You, this human, are too terrifying!]
[It's not like they haven't encountered martial artists who came to the Eastern Wasteland to hunt demons, but someone as hard to kill as you is simply unprecedented!]
[Fortunately, under the demon-sea tactic, they have managed to exhaust you to the point of collapse.]
[Just one more charge, and you will definitely be finished.]
[The Myriad Soul Banner makes sarcastic remarks from the side.]
["Buddy, you're not doing so well. If I had known this would happen, you might as well have given your vital energy to me."]
["Screw you..."]
[Right at this moment, you hear an echoing voice coming from the top of the cliff.]
["Brother of the demonic path, I've been watching you for quite a while. You clearly only have a Soul Tempering Realm cultivation, so how can you make these demons find you so troublesome?"]
[You look up.]
[You see a handsome and free-spirited young man.]
[He is half-lying, half-sitting at the top of the cliff. A longsword is stabbed into the ground beside him, and he carries two more swords on his back.]
[His white clothes flutter in the wind, giving him an otherworldly aura.]
[You shout upwards.]
["Little brother! Although I hold the Myriad Soul Banner, I am not of the demonic path! I am just a demon slayer traveling the world!"]
[You wonder if he will refuse to save you because you might be of the demonic path, or if he will choose to lend a hand to a fellow human.]
[You know you cannot judge a person's strength by their appearance.]
[Some experts take pills like the Youth Retaining Pill, which preserves their appearance.]
[Someone who can travel so casually through the Eastern Wasteland is definitely no weakling.]
[Seeing that an extra person has appeared at the scene at some unknown point, the Golden-Furred Rat King immediately orders the Golden Body and Spirit Sea Realm demons to launch their final wave of attacks against you.]
["Attack! Kill him!!"]
[You grip your chipped longsword tightly as demon souls flutter around you, preparing to fight with your last ounce of strength and end your life in this battle.]
[Right at this moment.]
[A precious sword flies through the air, landing at your feet and steadily lifting you up. It then carries you into the air, flying out of the valley from above.]
[Some bird demons try to chase you.]
[But the longsword beneath your feet merely vibrates slightly, and imperceptible sword qi shoots out, shaving the bird demons completely bald without actually harming them.]
[Birds without feathers cannot fly, and they plummet down with thuds.]
[With a burst of speed from the flying sword, you feel the surrounding scenery change rapidly, and you arrive at a mountain peak.]
[The young man from earlier is standing right here.]
["Thank you for the rescue, little brother! I, Chen Yi, will never forget your life-saving grace!"]
[The young man waves his hand nonchalantly.]
["Whether you are of the righteous or demonic path, you are ultimately a fellow human. Seeing that your Myriad Soul Banner contains only demon souls and no human souls, I can trust you a little."]
[Actually, there are human souls, such as Landlord Zhang and the like.]
[But these useless soul bodies have already been converted into soul power by the Myriad Soul Banner, feeding back into your cultivation and providing energy for the Myriad Soul Banner to heal itself.]
["May I know your esteemed name and sect? I must visit another day to express my gratitude."]
[The young man smiles.]
["I am merely an ordinary disciple of the Limitless Sword Sect. There is no need for a formal visit to express gratitude. We martial artists shouldn't get bogged down by such red tape."]
[You feel that this young man's actual age shouldn't be small; his way of speaking doesn't sound like an inexperienced youth.]
["Little brother, I see your cultivation is not low. Why didn't you just kill those demons earlier?"]
["There are certain agreements between the human race and the demon race. I cannot break the rules, otherwise it would give the demons an excuse to provoke large-scale conflicts."]
[Agreements?]
[Previously, when the Crimson Heart Sect was destroyed, a swordsman standing on a giant sword also mentioned something about an "agreement between the two races" to that Azure Dragon.]
[Could it be that this young man is a big shot on the same level as the Azure Dragon and the giant sword swordsman?]
["Speaking of which, do you perhaps have some special physique that counters demons? Even with the Myriad Soul Banner helping you, being able to deal with so many demons, including those with higher cultivation realms than you, is simply too miraculous."]
[You play along.]
["Yes, I do have a special physique. I call it... the Demon Nemesis!"]
[The young man smiles.]
["What a Demon Nemesis. It's a pity you only have low-tier bone structure. Being able to cultivate to the Soul Tempering Realm is already not easy. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to make any further breakthroughs in this life; otherwise, the balance between the two races would be broken by your hands."]
[Perhaps out of respect for your special physique, the young man gives you a jade token.]
[He says that in critical moments, you can inject spiritual energy into it to call for help.]
[Nearby members of the Limitless Sword Sect will sense it, and they will naturally rush over to assist.]
"This is truly a good item. I've got myself a powerful backer!"
Chen Yi figures that from now on, his simulated self will have a much easier time collecting demon souls.
If he can't win a fight, he can just call for reinforcements!
And it was none other than the number one sword sect of the Five Domains, the Wuji Sword Sect!

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

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.”

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!

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."