[On Changhen Slope, the last main force of the demon army within the Five Regions has been slaughtered by you, their corpses littering the plains.]
[With the old marshal slaughtering enemies in all directions, the morale of the entire army naturally soared.]
[Martial artists are all hot-blooded individuals; the whole army roared as they fought, courageous and fearless.]
[The total annihilation of this demon army was a foregone conclusion.]
[However, in the chaotic battle, several great demons of the Spirit Sea and Condensing Spirit realms sacrificed their lives to ensure Feng Yucheng's escape.]
[Wang Ping and the others could not spare their hands to pursue him.]
[If the other soldiers chased after him, it would only be throwing their lives away for nothing.]
[At this moment, you had a premonition that today's Changhen Slope would likely be the final resting place of your life.]
[But you did not hesitate.]
["Annihilate the remaining enemies, leave this person to me!"]
[The crowd shouted from behind you.]
["Marshal! Don't go! Marshal!!"]
[Executing the Rocket Step, you transformed into a shooting star soaring across the ground, chasing straight after him.]
["Feng Yucheng!! Die!!"]
[The trait 'True Father of the Alien Races' exerted its power!]
[At the same time, your entire body radiated golden light as you activated the exclusive ability of a Golden Body Realm martial artist—the Golden Body State!]
[This state was like a Saiyan going Super Saiyan, drastically increasing your physical strength!]
[The price was an accelerated consumption of stamina.]
[With an iron fist empowered by the Golden Body and a hundredfold vitality, you smashed the earth open with a single punch!]
["Rumble!!"]
[The cracks on the ground continuously spread to Feng Yucheng's feet, forcing him to flap his wings and take flight for a moment.]
[His fleshy wings allowed him to hover briefly, but he could not fly freely like a bird.]
[You pursued relentlessly, attacking fiercely from behind, beating Feng Yucheng into a miserable state.]
["Chen Yi! The demon race has been defeated! Spare my life, and I will never return to the Five Regions!!"]
["In your dreams! You human traitor!!"]
["I did all this just to become stronger! I don't have the aptitude of those geniuses, so I can only resort to any means necessary! Whoever can make me stronger, I will work for them! I heard you also have low-grade bone roots, can't you understand?!"]
["I never betrayed the human race, so it's very hard to understand!!"]
[The two of you engaged in a fierce melee.]
[Even though Feng Yucheng's cultivation realm was slightly higher than yours and he had the enhancement of a bizarre transformation, he was still no match for you at all.]
[The strictest father of the alien races simply had too much authority.]
[In his desperation, Feng Yucheng took out a stone pot spirit artifact.]
[You didn't recognize it, but you could see its demonic aura soaring to the heavens.]
[The Myriad Soul Banner recognized it.]
["Demon Refining Pot!"]
["Is it also an immortal artifact?"]
["Yes! And it's the main body!"]
[He had the Demon Refining Pot, and you had the Myriad Soul Banner!]
[You released a massive amount of demon souls from the Myriad Soul Banner.]
[Feng Yucheng released a massive amount of mortal souls that had turned into malicious ghosts from the Demon Refining Pot.]
[One of you used the Myriad Soul Banner to kill demons, while the other used the Demon Refining Pot to kill humans. It could truly be called a peak showdown.]
[Unfortunately for him, you were still superior.]
[Feng Yucheng wanted to escape, but his retreat was always cut off by you.]
["Crack!!"]
[Amidst the fierce battle, you severed Feng Yucheng's tail with a single sword strike.]
["Ah!!"]
[Feng Yucheng was in agonizing pain, the veins on his face bulging.]
[You pressed the advantage and pursued, sweeping your sword horizontally again, aiming straight for Feng Yucheng's head!]
[Suddenly, 'Spider-Sense' responded violently.]
[Danger!]
[From behind!]
[You swung the sword that was meant to decapitate Feng Yucheng toward your back instead.]
["Squelch!!"]
[It was the tail you had just severed!]
[It actually moved on its own!]
[Although you reacted quickly and chopped it to pieces, the tip of the tail still pricked your arm.]
[It was just a tiny wound, barely showing a trace of blood, no different from a mosquito bite.]
[But you still sensed that something was wrong.]
["Thud..."]
[You fell to one knee, supporting your body with the bronze battle sword, panting heavily.]
[Feng Yucheng sneered endlessly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his scale-covered arm.]
["Chen Yi, you're finished. This round! I win!"]
["Your... your tail is poisonous?"]
["Of course, this poison is my ultimate trump card. Everything just now was merely to make you fall for the trap."]
["You... you are clearly human, why... why did you turn into such a monster..."]
["This is a fortuitous encounter! I seized every fortuitous encounter I could grasp to obtain today's power! Haven't you noticed that I am older than you, yet I look younger?"]
[Feng Yucheng was triumphant, enjoying the joy of victory and showing off his power.]
[This is what they call a leopard never changing its spots. At the end of the last simulation, he also blabbered a bunch of nonsense before killing you.]
[Suddenly, Feng Yucheng's pupils abruptly contracted.]
[A surge of energy pierced right through his chest, giving him a chilling blow straight to the core.]
[Star-Shattering Wave Finger!]
[Watching you slowly stand up with your right hand forming a finger sword, Feng Yucheng turned pale with fright.]
["No, impossible! My Dragonman Poison has no antidote! It's highly toxic! Even a Martial King Realm expert would die from it! How can you be fine?!"]
[With a horizontal sweep of your sword, you beheaded him.]
[Feng Yucheng's head spun in the air, and in the final moments of his life, he heard your shout.]
["I am a veteran user of Tomato!! What kind of poison haven't I tasted?! What does this little bit of deadly poison count for??!!"]
[This counter-kill was the trait 'Veteran Tomato User' exerting its power!]
[However.]
[The Dragonman Poison Feng Yucheng mentioned was no ordinary poison. It had a special toxicity, and it was extremely potent, second to none in the entire world. It could poison a Martial King to death, how could it not be formidable?]
[The toxicity was too strong; 'Veteran Tomato User' could only provide a certain degree of resistance and could not completely immunize you against it.]
[Coupled with the fact that your lifespan was approaching its limit, your vitality was already fragile to begin with.]
[You knew you wouldn't be able to survive this ordeal.]
["Ending it here is pretty good too. I can be considered to have fulfilled my promise to the Sword Master. The main demon threats within the Five Regions have all been cleared out... The old monk won't be disappointed either. Hmph, I didn't break my word to your idol..."]
[Your body began to sway unsteadily.]
[You walked over to Feng Yucheng's corpse, kicked his monster-like body aside, and picked up the Demon Refining Pot.]
["Demon Refining Pot..."]
[The voice of the artifact spirit came from the Demon Refining Pot.]
["Oh my! Old Marshal! Greetings and auspiciousness to you! With just one look, I can tell you're a hundred times more formidable than this Feng Yucheng! Now that's what I call au-au-au-au-au-au-au-authentic!"]
[You stood frozen on the spot for three seconds.]
["Myriad Soul Banner, are all you immortal artifact spirits this bizarre?"]
[The Myriad Soul Banner argued defensively.]
["Hey! Buddy! You can speak food, but you can't eat words! We immortal artifacts have a lot of class, alright!"]
[You shook your head with a bitter smile and returned to the main topic.]
["Is there any way to cure the poison?"]
[The Myriad Soul Banner swayed.]
["No."]
[You looked at the Demon Refining Pot again.]
["What about you?"]
["I only know how to refine living creatures into pools of blood; I don't know anything else about this!"]
["Do you know what's going on with Feng Yucheng? Why did he turn into a monster?"]
["Hey! Talk about a coincidence, huh? I have no idea either! By the time I started following him, he was already in this sorry state!"]
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."
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.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
