[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!!"】
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.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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)
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
