Wang Ye stopped outside the Intelligence Department entrance and hung up the phone.
"Let's not fight this battle."
Liu Qian and Wang Qiang nodded without speaking, but Mao Yong'an was anxious: "Why not fight? This way I won't get to show off my gallant bearing to the goddess!"
Hearing Mao Yong'an's voice, Zhou Han nearby involuntarily shuddered.
Finally...
Zhou Han's eyes glazed over slightly, and an impassive emotion emanated from her as a violent aura filled the depths of her eyes.
"Come with me."
Zhou Han gave Mao Yong'an a ghostly look, then walked towards a nearby alley by herself.
???
Mao Yong'an's eyes instantly lit up.
"Haha, I knew it, my damned charm!"
Mao Yong'an laughed out loud excitedly, rubbing his hands eagerly: "My son Mao Gang is one step closer to being born!"
As he spoke, he looked at Wang Ye gratefully: "Brother, when my son is born, I'll have him call you godfather!"
Ignoring Wang Ye's strange expression, Mao Yong'an hummed a tune and walked into the alley.
Wang Ye untied the ropes, releasing the paranormals except for Su Wenqian and King Kong. He then kicked the two over and sat on them, glancing at the alley where Zhou Han had gone.
Zhou Han's aura seemed to have changed just now, becoming somewhat different.
That aura was so powerful...
And somehow familiar.
Wang Ye pondered, but couldn't make sense of it.
Still, Mao Yong'an's effect satisfied him very much. It looked like Zhou Han could no longer restrain herself from erupting at full power.
As for whether Mao Yong'an would die...
If the Daoist Master died just like that, it would mean he was looked down on too much.
Besides, if he died, then that big black backpack...
No, he couldn't think about it, or Wang Ye felt he might lose control of himself.
Suddenly, a horrendous energy erupted within the alley, along with shrill screams.
"Ahhhh!"
"Goddess, don't, don't!"
"I...I...Damn!"
"Oh my god, help!"
Hearing Mao Yong'an's piercing cries, Wang Qiang and Liu Qian collectively shuddered.
It brought listeners to tears.
Much more vivid than King Kong's amateurish screams earlier.
Even King Kong and Su Wenqian, upon hearing these screams, abruptly woke up and looked around warily, as if sensing some great horror.
After some time...
Zhou Han bounced out from the alley cheerfully wearing cat ears, giving Wang Ye a smug look.
After another moment, Mao Yong'an emerged with torn clothes, looking completely distraught and numb, like a walking corpse dragging his listless body. His eyes were vacant, filled with deep terror.
He kept muttering,
"Mao Gang is gone..."
"Dad failed him..."
"Mao Gang is gone..."
Wang Ye looked at Mao Yong'an sympathetically, then slapped Su Wenqian on the head to knock him out again.
He then said with interest to King Kong: "Brother, you afraid of dying?"
"I've shed blood for Tian Zu, I've sold my life for Tian Zu! I'm not afraid of death!"
King Kong roared fiercely.
Wang Ye sighed, "If you're not afraid of death, we wouldn't be chatting like this. Tell me, how many moles does Fo Zu have in Tian Zu? Talk clearly and I'll spare your life."
"I'm not with Fo Zu! Wang Ye, you're settling personal scores, just kill me!"
King Kong looked at Wang Ye unyieldingly, his blood-red eyes filled with resolve.
Nothing else, only to prove my conviction with death.
Admirable backbone.
Wang Ye silently praised, "I respect you, so I'll skip the torture and make it quick."
He drew out his Bone Removal Blade, glinting coldly in the sunlight.
A faint stench of blood emanated from the Bone Removal Blade as he thrust it unhesitatingly towards King Kong's neck.
King Kong watched Wang Ye, eyes about to split, not even blinking.
"Intelligence Department's Liu Wei, Zhao Gan, Operations Department's Zhou Hao, Wu Pengtian!"
In an instant, King Kong recited several names at lightning speed.
The Bone Removal Blade brushed past King Kong's neck and stabbed into the ground with a soft chime.
A thin cut appeared on King Kong's neck, oozing a trickle of blood that slowly healed under his powerful body's recovery ability.
"I knew I wasn't wrong about you, such steely backbone!"
Wang Ye praised, knocking out King Kong again with a palm strike. He then woke up Su Wenqian.
"Brother, it's your turn. Tell me, what's your connection with Fo Zu?"
Su Wenqian looked at Wang Ye resentfully, refusing to speak.
Wang Ye was taken aback. "That's not right, I thought you were the spineless one."
Thinking so, Wang Ye stomped down on Su Wenqian's wrist, the sound of bones cracking. Su Wenqian's expression changed violently, but he gritted his teeth and still didn't say a word. His gaze towards Wang Ye grew even more furious.
"I was mistaken."
Wang Ye sighed slightly, increasing the force under his foot.
Even the bone fragments had pierced through the skin, blood gushing ceaselessly from the wrist.
Su Wenqian's face was ashen, looking extremely frail, but he stubbornly remained silent, squirming restlessly.
Wang Ye was silent, his gaze towards Su Wenqian changing for the first time.
He sighed softly, "I underestimated you. In this world, everyone is just struggling to survive. Choice of faction is irrelevant to right or wrong. I insulted you, so I'll make it quick."
As he spoke, Wang Ye drew out his Ghost Cleaver and chopped towards Su Wenqian's neck.
The Bone Removal Blade was just for intimidation. Using the Ghost Cleaver meant Wang Ye really wanted to make it easy for Su Wenqian.
Su Wenqian's expression changed wildly. "Son of a b--!"
Before he could finish, Xiao Si flashed over, slapping a palm over his mouth.
A crisp sound rang out as Su Wenqian's face swelled up.
He looked at Wang Ye resentfully, shaking his hand pinned under him as tears...streamed from his eyes at this moment.
The usually cocky him...
Was actually crying now.
...
Wang Ye looked at Xiao Si peculiarly, suddenly realizing, and changed his order.
"Alright, you can speak now."
Su Wenqian heaved a long sigh of relief. Looking at Wang Ye, he cursed loudly, "Wang Ye, f*ck your ancestors!"
Slap!
Another crisp sound as Wang Ye silently retracted his hand. "Mind your words, don't swear."
...
Su Wenqian was silent briefly before carefully choosing his words. "I have no ties with Fo Zu."
"I don't believe you."
Wang Ye shook his head slightly. "If you don't tell the truth, I'll send you on your way."
The Ghost Cleaver raised up again.
Su Wenqian panicked, "I really have nothing to do with Fo Zu, I am..."
Su Wenqian's shadow suddenly wavered. The next second his body violently convulsed, eyes wide open, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth as he completely lost breath.
That shimmering shadow returned to stillness.
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."
] [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!"
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
