Hearing Qin Hao's words, Ao Bing burst into loud laughter, but he quickly put away his smile.
"Kid, do you take me for a fool? I know better than you what kind of person Qin Wuya is. How could he possibly say such things?"
Qin Hao's smile froze on his face. Seriously, how did this guy change his tune faster than flipping the pages of a book?
Ao Bing glanced at Ji Lie, then at Qin Hao, and finally proposed a compromise:
"How about this: I'll give you a chance for fair competition. Let Her Highness the Princess and my eldest nephew here accompany me to the Northern Wasteland Dragon Clan. They will both try to obtain the Immemorial Dragon Emperor Blood Essence at the same time. Whoever gets it, keeps it. How does that sound?"
Facing Ao Bing's proposal, Ji Lie shook his head in direct refusal.
"No. How can a supreme treasure of my Demon Race be tainted by a human?"
"Exactly, Dad! That belongs to our Northern Wasteland Dragon Clan. Why should he be allowed to participate in the trial?" Ao Yu was also very dissatisfied.
What kind of nonsense was this? He had come today to propose marriage. Now, not only had the proposal failed, but the treasure of the Northern Wasteland Dragon Clan was being dragged into it. And to top it off, it was his own father eagerly offering it to the other party.
Ao Yu felt an indescribable sense of depression and grievance in his heart.
Ao Bing glared at Ao Yu and snorted coldly, "What? Does your old man not even have this much authority? Don't forget, I am the Patriarch of the Northern Wasteland Dragon Clan, commanding millions of Northern Wasteland dragons! You shut your mouth and stay out of this."
"Besides, if a treasure cannot be used, what kind of treasure is it? Moreover, is my eldest nephew an outsider?"
Ao Yu didn't dare to lose his temper with Ao Bing, so he could only glare resentfully at Qin Hao.
As for Ji Lie, his expression turned extremely ugly. Ao Bing's words seemed to be reprimanding Ao Yu, but he knew they were actually meant for him.
The Dragon Clan in the south was clamoring for independence every day, wanting to break away from the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom. If a rift were to form with the Northern Wasteland Dragon Clan as well...
Thinking of this, Ji Lie let out a long sigh and could finally only say:
"I agree to your proposal. However, I also have a condition. If both of them are qualified to inherit the Immemorial Dragon Emperor Blood Essence, priority must be given to Xue'er. After all, this is a treasure of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom."
Facing Ji Lie's condition, Ao Bing did not refuse: "No problem. Then it's settled."
Saying so, Ao Bing waved his hand at Qin Hao:
"Eldest nephew, let's go. I'll take you to play in my territory."
Hearing this, Qin Hao hurriedly bowed to Ao Bing:
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Uncle Ao."
Ao Bing led Qin Hao and Ji Ruxue out of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall. Ao Yu followed with an unconvinced look on his face. He stared at Qin Hao's back, pondering in his heart. The Northern Wasteland Dragon Clan was his home turf. Who cared about some Desolate Ancient Qin Family?
Once in his territory, even a dragon would have to coil up, and a tiger would have to lie down. Just watch how he would mess with him. As for the possibility of facing revenge from the Qin Family afterwards? Nonexistent. Given the relationship between his old man and the Patriarch of the Qin Family, he would at most get a few words of reprimand.
On the plaza of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, a dragon carriage drawn by nine dragons was parked.
Nine massive platinum dragons were lined up neatly in front of the chariot, their heads held high, exuding a vast dragon might.
Qin Hao's eyes immediately lit up as he looked at the dragon carriage in front of him. "Tsk tsk, how grand. When will I get myself a dragon carriage like this?"
"Smack!"
Just as he finished speaking, Ao Bing directly slapped the back of Qin Hao's head. Qin Hao cried out in pain, "Uncle Ao, why did you hit me?"
"Why did I hit you? Don't you know in your heart? You want to imprison my Dragon Clan to pull a carriage for you? I'll beat you without hesitation."
Qin Hao twitched the corners of his mouth. "Don't you have your own kin pull your carriage too?"
Ao Bing snorted coldly, "Is that the same?"
"How is it not the same..." Qin Hao curled his lips. Filled with a rebellious spirit, the more he was told not to do something, hehe, the more he insisted on getting a dragon carriage just like this one.
Sitting on the dragon carriage, Qin Hao couldn't stop sizing up the nine dragons outside. The more he looked, the more tempted he became. He even pondered: what were nine dragons? In the future, he would get eighty-one dragons to pull his carriage!
One of every color. When the time came to drive it through the sky, that grandeur, that momentum...
Just as he was daydreaming beautifully, the back of his head took another hit. "Still haven't given up that thieving thought!" Ao Bing's voice came from behind, carrying a hint of exasperation and amusement.
Qin Hao repeatedly denied it: "What? Uncle Ao, you're overthinking it."
Ao Bing snorted coldly, "Come on. That look in your eyes is exactly the same as your father's when he wanted to steal dragon eggs back in the day. One look and I know you're up to no good."
Seeing Qin Hao repeatedly thwarted in front of his royal father, Ao Yu revealed a look of delight. He then warned:
"Kid, once you arrive at my Northern Wasteland Dragon Clan, don't do what you shouldn't do, don't look at what you shouldn't look at, and don't think about what you shouldn't think about. Got it?"
Qin Hao looked at Ao Yu's face, which practically had "Once in my territory, you must behave honestly" written all over it, and couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.
Qin Hao ignored Ao Yu, merely shifting his gaze to Ji Ruxue.
Ji Ruxue sat beside Qin Hao, her pair of fox ears standing straight up, the faint pink on the tips exceptionally alluring. She was feeling a lot of pressure right now. Before leaving, Ji Lie had given her a strict order to obtain the Immemorial Dragon Emperor Blood Essence no matter what.
Although she possessed the Ten Thousand Demons Dao Devouring Physique, she had no confidence in subduing the Immemorial Dragon Emperor Blood Essence. The difficulty of subduing it lay not in refining and absorbing it, but in facing the terrifying might of the Immemorial Dragon Emperor.
If she couldn't even withstand the pressure, let alone devour and refine it afterwards.
Just as Ji Ruxue was lost in thought, Qin Hao's hand slipped through the silver hair scattered over her back, his fingertips gently stroking that pair of white fox ears.
Ji Ruxue's body suddenly stiffened. Then she turned her head, glaring at Qin Hao with a helpless and embarrassed look. "You're addicted to touching them, aren't you!"
Qin Hao smiled softly, then sent a voice transmission to Ji Ruxue:
"We are Dao companions now. Doing something like this shouldn't be too much, right? What? Could it be that you want Ao Yu to see that our relationship is fake? Then he'll definitely pester you again!"
Hearing this, Ji Ruxue couldn't help but glance at Ao Yu, finding that he was staring intently at her and Qin Hao.
Ji Ruxue immediately stopped her impulse to dodge Qin Hao. Instead, she leaned back against him with a hint of coquettishness, her shoulder pressing against Qin Hao's arm, and that pair of fox ears fell back into the palm of Qin Hao's hand.
The pink on the tips of her ears had already turned from a light crimson to a deep red, like ripe cherries that would drip juice with a gentle touch.
Qin Hao's fingers gently pinched those thin, soft, and furry ears, playing with them lightly, while not forgetting to shoot a provocative glance at Ao Yu.
Young man, you still dare to threaten me? How is it? Watching the lofty goddess in your heart being played with in the palm of my hand, it doesn't feel good, does it?
Sitting opposite them, Ao Yu watched the intimate actions between Qin Hao and Ji Ruxue, his expression incredibly ugly. On the other hand, Qin Hao had the corners of his mouth slightly raised, wearing a careless smile.
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.”
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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."
