"Hao'er~" Qin Wuya spoke, his voice a few degrees lower than before, carrying a gentleness that Qin Hao rarely heard.
Qin Hao, however, didn't buy it at all. He took a step back and raised his hand to stop Qin Wuya from coming closer.
"Dad, save this routine with me. We are all adults here. Talking about feelings hurts the wallet, don't you think? Just tell me, if I rent the Nine Tribulations Sword to you, what can you give me?"
Qin Wuya walked up to Qin Hao on his own accord and smiled, "Little Hao, I was just joking with you earlier. How about this, I will gift you a great fortune, what do you say?"
Qin Hao looked at Qin Wuya with a beaming smile, "Dad, do you think I lack fortune? I don't lack cultivation resources, nor do I lack cultivation techniques or divine abilities. My talent is steadily improving. I'm afraid your fortune won't be able to move me."
As soon as Qin Hao's voice fell, Qin Wuya said:
"Karmic luck. This fortune of mine is related to karmic luck. Are you sure you're not interested?"
The corners of Qin Wuya's mouth curled up slightly, looking as if he had Qin Hao completely figured out. "Although your karmic luck has recovered a bit now, it is still too little. Don't you want to replenish it quickly?"
"Heh, and whose fault is it that my karmic luck is so low?" Qin Hao curled his lips, looking at Qin Wuya speechlessly.
"Don't mind these details. Aren't I here to help you solve this problem?" Speaking up to this point, Qin Wuya paused, his eyes staring intently at the Nine Tribulations Sword in Qin Hao's hand.
The meaning couldn't be more obvious: if he didn't give him the Nine Tribulations Sword, he wouldn't continue speaking.
Looking helpless, Qin Hao tossed the Nine Tribulations Sword to Qin Wuya:
"Dad, since I can take it back once, I can take it back a second time. If this fortune you speak of cannot satisfy me..."
The Nine Tribulations Sword returned to Qin Wuya's hand, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips at all.
"You brat, still calculating so clearly with me. I came to find you today precisely to help you increase your karmic luck."
Saying so, Qin Wuya reached out his hand and lightly tapped the air toward Qin Hao's forehead. A gentle stream of spiritual energy, carrying a massive amount of information, surged into Qin Hao's mind.
Qin Hao closed his eyes. That information unfolded in his mind like a scroll painting—vast mountains, churning seas of clouds, and an ancient mystic realm shrouded in purple rosy clouds. Deep within the mystic realm, a small, snow-white beast was curled up in a deep slumber.
"This is?" Qin Hao asked, somewhat puzzled.
"A Karmic Luck Dao Beast. If you can subdue it, it will be of immense help to your future. Its function is not only to help its master gather karmic luck and avoid fatal tribulations, but it can also turn disasters into blessings and guide you to fortuitous encounters. Moreover, this isn't a one-time thing; it can continuously gather karmic luck for you."
Qin Wuya's words made Qin Hao's eyes light up. Continuously gather karmic luck? Then no matter what, he had to get his hands on this Karmic Luck Dao Beast!
Seeing Qin Hao's reaction, Qin Wuya chuckled softly. "How about it? Can this fortune of mine extend the lease?"
Qin Hao nodded. "It can barely extend it for a month. Keep working hard, I'll be coming to collect rent again in a month."
After saying that, Qin Hao left without looking back.
Watching Qin Hao's departing back, the corners of Qin Wuya's mouth twitched uncontrollably. A Karmic Luck Dao Beast, and you tell me it's only enough to extend the lease for a month? Exploitation! This is naked exploitation!
Qin Hao returned to his residence and found Ah Long and Ah Hu, having the two of them follow him to Zixiao Heaven, one of the Lower Three Heavens.
"Lord Emperor Son, what good things do you think are inside a mystic realm in the Lower Three Heavens? To think it's worth you making a trip personally."
"Lord Emperor Son, what do you think that Karmic Luck Dao Beast looks like? I heard it will only acknowledge its first master. If it gets abandoned, no one else can subdue it, no matter how capable they are."
"Lord Emperor Son, you say..."
"Ah Long!" Qin Hao finally couldn't help but speak.
"Here!"
"If you keep chattering endlessly, I'll throw you into the Bone-Corroding Abyss when we get back!"
Hearing this, Ah Long immediately shut his mouth. Ah Hu glanced at Ah Long from the side, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.
Soon, Qin Hao brought the two of them to their destination. This was an open valley. In the valley stood a massive stone gate, thirty feet high and twenty feet wide, entirely forged from purple jade.
As Qin Hao approached, he saw a person standing at the entrance. Upon sensing someone approaching, that person immediately sized up Qin Hao's group of three with a guarded expression.
Qin Hao completely ignored the other party and proceeded to enter the mystic realm on his own. The Karmic Luck Dao Beast was still inside waiting for him.
"You cannot enter!"
Just as Qin Hao moved, that person suddenly shouted:
"This is the mystic realm of our Tianyan Sect. Idle personnel must leave immediately."
Qin Hao's footsteps paused for a moment. He turned his head to look at the person stopping him from entering the mystic realm—dressed in grayish-white Daoist robes, with the character 'Yan' embroidered on the chest. As for his cultivation, it was at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm.
When mentioning the sect behind him, this person's face was full of a sense of superiority, his chin raised so high it could catch raindrops falling from the sky.
"Tianyan Sect?" Qin Hao sneered. He turned his head and asked Ah Long and Ah Hu:
"Have you guys ever heard of it?"
Ah Long and Ah Hu shook their heads. "We don't know what kind of unpresentable little sect it is. We've never heard of it at all."
"Insolent! The Tianyan Sect is the number one sect in Zixiao Heaven. This mystic realm has been a forbidden ground of our Tianyan Sect since ancient times. Outsiders are not allowed to enter."
"Since ancient times?" Qin Hao rolled these four words on the tip of his tongue, as if tasting something interesting:
"Since ancient times, we of the Qin family go wherever we want. I have never heard of a place in these Three Realms and Nine Heavens that my Qin family cannot go to!"
Saying so, Qin Hao gently waved his hand, and a majestic force directly swatted Su Zixuan flying.
Su Zixuan's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the stone wall behind him before falling heavily to the ground. He lay sprawled on the ground, his whole body aching as if it had fallen apart, his mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood.
But he couldn't care less about the pain; only two words remained in his mind—Qin Family.
Qin Family!
These two words were like two bolts of thunder exploding in his mind, blasting his vision into waves of darkness.
Su Zixuan lay on the ground and raised his head, looking at the young man who had already turned around and was walking toward the stone gate. The man had his back to him, wearing a green shirt, his hands clasped behind his back, his pace unhurried. His back didn't look tall and sturdy, even somewhat thin, but as Su Zixuan looked at that back, he felt as if he were looking up at a towering mountain.
Qin Family. The Desolate Ancient Qin Family. In the Three Realms and Nine Heavens, there was only one Qin Family.
The patriarch of that family was known as the Immortal Emperor. Any random member of that family stepping out could make a major power tremble three times. Had he actually just provoked such a terrifying force?
A wave of delayed fear washed over Su Zixuan's heart, and he hastily spoke out to explain, "Fellow Daoist, the reason I stopped you is truly because this place is not a mystic realm at all. This is a land of absolute death with no chance of survival. Once you enter, there is absolutely no possibility of coming out alive!"
"Bullshit!"
] [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!"
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."
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.”
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
