[Year 8, Age 26.]
[Over the past year, the Sword Master has delivered three sermons. The closest you ever managed to get to him was roughly nine hundred meters.]
["These Wuji Sword Sect fanboys are out of their minds!"]
[You let out a roar of indignation.]
[One night, while you were up at midnight feeding Black Wind, you suddenly noticed a massive surge of demonic qi congregating in the northern part of Mount Chongyun.]
["Something's wrong..."]
[Demons are territorial by nature.]
[For so many of them to gather like this was definitely not a normal occurrence.]
[You reported the matter to the Outer Sect Deacon Elder, but he couldn't have cared less, telling you to stop disturbing his sleep.]
["Fine, you old fool! Passing up a perfect chance to claim some merit!"]
[Riding solo, you transformed into a streak of black flame and charged down from the peak, heading straight for the source of the demonic qi.]
[With your Spider-Sense, you weren't afraid of running into a brick wall; any real danger would trigger it beforehand.]
[If they weren't too much to handle, you planned to stack a mountain of demon corpses in front of the Wuji Sword Sect's main gate tomorrow.]
[You refused to believe the Sword Master wouldn't notice you then.]
[Upon reaching Mount Chongyun, you were stunned to find that the Sword Master was already there!]
[He stood suspended in mid-air, while below him, a group of Inner Sect disciples held their spirit swords, maintaining a complex sword formation.]
[Confronting them were roughly two hundred demons. Judging by the intensity of their demonic qi, every single one of them was in the Golden Body Realm.]
[Without a doubt, these were elite demons from the Great Desolation, and they had come with a clear purpose.]
[You felt that the demons from the Great Desolation looked far more feral.]
[Their aura was more unrestrained, completely different from the types in the Five Regions who would sneak around to prey on humans.]
["Oh! Even the Sword Master has graced us with his presence! Sword Master, don't forget the pact between our two races. At your level of cultivation, you aren't allowed to lift a finger against us!"]
[The leader of the demons was a female leopard demon. Dressed in leopard print, she was inexplicably alluring.]
[The Sword Master's voice was deep and resonant, yet the moment he spoke, everyone present could hear him with crystal clarity.]
["Golden Leopard, you may have a slight misunderstanding regarding our pact. It's not that I cannot act, but rather that I cannot act without justification. If you dare to offend my sect, your death will be on your own head. Azure Dragon and the others won't have a word to say about it."]
[Golden Leopard spread her hands wide.]
["Offend you? I'm simply bringing my brothers and sisters to this area to forage. Is looking for a bit of food forbidden now?"]
[The Sword Master let out a cold sneer.]
["Save the lies that no one believes. Azure Dragon sent you here to investigate whether my Wuji Sword Sect still has any swords left, didn't he? I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed."]
[Golden Leopard scoffed.]
["Is that so? We've heard word that the Wuji Sword Sect's Sword Tomb is in total chaos, and that there isn't a single spirit sword left for anyone to use. I wonder, has the Wuji Sword Sect now become the 'No-Sword Sect'? Hahaha!"]
[The mob of demons burst into laughter in perfect unison.]
[Was this Golden Leopard really taunting the Sword Master so brazenly to his face?]
[Was she always this fearless?]
[Did she truly believe a mere pact could fully restrain a powerhouse above the Martial King Realm?]
[On second thought, it clicked.]
[Golden Leopard and her crew were essentially a suicide squad.]
[The demons were willing to sacrifice them just to test the Wuji Sword Sect's true situation.]
[As the first line of defense against the demons of the Eastern Desolation, the Wuji Sword Sect was undoubtedly a massive thorn in their side.]
The mockery of the demons made the disciples’ blood boil, and their sword formation began to waver.
The Sword Master stood in mid-air, composed and calm, his expression as tranquil as a still lake.
"Where are the disciples of the Sword Sect!"
At the Sword Master’s call, the disciples’ blood surged with passion, and their morale reached a fever pitch!
"We are here!"
"The demon race invades. What must be done?"
"They must be slain!!!"
The sword formation, composed of hundreds of inner sect disciples, was activated, and a cold, lethal intent filled the air!
"The greatest sound is silence! The greatest form is shapeless! The greatest skill is artless! The greatest perfection is incomplete!"
The sword formation’s attack surged toward the Golden Leopard and the other demons.
The demons roared one after another and began to counterattack.
You stood not far away, observing the situation.
Where did the spirit swords in these disciples' hands come from? Were they forged in the last two years?
As far as you knew, the swords of the Wuji Sword Sect were no ordinary spiritual tools. Every sword was nurtured in the Sword Tomb for many years before it was ever put to use.
Even the most ordinary disciple used a sword from the Sword Tomb, not a common spiritual blade.
The Wuji Sword Sect's swordsmanship was legendary not just because of their techniques and the atmosphere of cultivation, but because the swords themselves were a crucial part of the equation.
"Huh? I took two hits from this sword formation and only broke a leg?!"
"Hahaha! They aren't using spirit swords from the Sword Tomb! These are just ordinary mortal blades! They aren't even spiritual tools! The power of their sword Dao has been severely crippled!"
"Hahahaha! Wuji Sword Sect, oh Wuji Sword Sect, you finally have your day of reckoning!"
"Brothers, do not fear! A Wuji Sword Sect without their swords is nothing but a toothless tiger! Kill them all!!"
Once the demons discovered the "little secret" of the sword formation, the inner sect disciples immediately fell into a panic.
Their formation crumbled.
The sword formation, its power already halved by the lack of spirit swords, was now utterly fragile.
The Golden Leopard led the charge, crashing through the ranks like a cannonball. Relying on the innate physical superiority of the demon race, he tore through the disciples, leaving them in disarray.
"Sword Master! Starting today, the Wuji Sword Sect will be wiped from the Five Regions and Eight Pillars, won't it?! Hahaha!!"
The Sword Master watched his panicked disciples and sighed softly.
"Disciples, I brought you here tonight to intercept the enemy because I wanted you to understand one truth..."
The Sword Master slowly raised his hand. Thousands of rays of brilliant light shimmered behind him as colossal swords manifested around him, their radiance illuminating the entire night sky.
"A sword is never truly in our hands; it must be held in our hearts!"
Everyone could see that the Sword Master was about to strike.
The Golden Leopard roared.
"Sword Master! You are breaking the covenant between our two races! Do you wish to provoke an all-out war?!"
The Sword Master looked down at the demons with disdain.
"I don't quite understand this 'demon-speak.' Please speak in a human tongue."
The Golden Leopard’s jaw nearly hit the ground.
Damn it, I am speaking your human language! I worked so hard to learn it!
Just as the Sword Master was about to unleash his ultimate move, you burst out from the dense forest.
"Let me do it!!!"
Your voice cracked from the sheer force of your shout, echoing across the entire battlefield.
Every eye turned toward you.
Even the Sword Master paused, his movement slowing. He didn't strike immediately, for he saw you charging headlong into the midst of the demons.
【If I continue, I'll only end up hurting you too.】
【Seeing you charging in alone and unarmed, the Golden Leopard sneered in disdain.】
【"Where did this brat come from? Do you really think you can match a demon's physical strength with your bare hands? You're overestimating yourself!"】
【Your voice pierced the night sky, leaving the disciples of the Wuji Sword Sect utterly shaken.】
【"Even without that sword, I can still annihilate you all!!"】
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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?!
