Qin Wuya glanced at Qin Hao, a playful curve forming at the corner of his lips.
With a flash, he disappeared from Qin Hao's sight. In the next second, his figure appeared in the center of the Palace of Longevity.
Following Qin Wuya's appearance, the previously noisy Palace of Longevity immediately quieted down.
Qin Wuya cupped his hands toward the crowd present: Everyone, thank you for gracing us with your presence to attend the birthday celebration of my Qin family's First Ancestor. Today, with various factions gathered, it is a rare opportunity. I have a proposal.
Let's take advantage of this rare opportunity to let the younger generation spar.
Qin Wuya took out an Emperor-grade divine ability, an Ultimate Emperor Weapon, and a wisp of Innate Purple Energy:
These are some prizes I'm adding to this match. Whoever can claim the ultimate victory in today's sparring will receive these rewards.
As soon as these words were spoken, Jiang Changsheng of the Jiang family also stepped forward. He similarly took out several supreme treasures as rewards.
I agree with Brother Qin's proposal. It's rare for the prodigies of various factions to gather together. We might as well use this opportunity to spar and compete.
Following the two of them, representatives of the other factions also brought out rewards one after another. When stacked together, these rewards reached a terrifying level, completely rivaling the birthday gifts presented to the Qin family's First Ancestor.
The prodigies of the various factions were incredibly tempted by such rewards, each of them itching to try.
Seeing this, Qin Wuya immediately raised his hand to set up a formation:
Considering that the prodigies from various factions have cultivated for different lengths of time, for the sake of fairness, this formation will suppress everyone's cultivation base to the Soul Formation Realm.
Hearing this, Jiang Changsheng grabbed Qin Wuya's hand:
Brother Qin, isn't it a bit unfair for you to do this? Suppressing everyone to the same realm? You might as well just say you're giving all these rewards to your Qin family.
Jiang Changsheng had witnessed Qin Hao's combat prowess within the same realm. In a same-realm battle, among all the prodigies present, who could possibly be Qin Hao's match?
Not to mention these prodigies who hadn't fully grown yet, even when these Immortal Emperors and Immortal Kings were young, apart from Qin Wuya, the combat prowess they displayed was vastly inferior to Qin Hao's.
Qin Wuya chuckled lightly: Since Brother Jiang puts it that way, my Qin family won't bully you either. The cultivation base of my Qin family's representative will be suppressed to the Nascent Soul Realm. What's the harm in giving you a realm of advantage?
The prodigies present were all proud and arrogant individuals. Which one of them didn't feel that they were the most special existence in this world? Which one didn't feel that no one else was their match?
Now hearing Qin Wuya's dismissive proposal, how could they accept it?
What is the Qin family trying to do? Are they looking down on us, or do they have a hidden prodigy? Who could it be? The Qin family's Imperial Son?
The Qin family's Imperial Son? Didn't they say even his providence was borrowed away, and he's just someone who can't cultivate, relying entirely on the family to forcefully infuse him with cultivation? What strength could he possibly have? It shouldn't be him, but someone else.
I really can't figure out what the Qin family is plotting.
Not far away, hidden in the void, Qin Hao couldn't help but frown deeply after hearing Qin Wuya's words.
What is this cheap dad trying to do? Isn't this just roasting me over a fire? Didn't he tell me before not to expose myself to avoid being targeted by the Qin family's enemies? What is he doing now?
Just as Qin Hao was feeling bewildered, a powerful force directly yanked him out from the void. Little brat, stop hiding. You have to face this sooner or later!
When Qin Wuya made his move, Qin Hao didn't even have time to react before being dragged by this force into the Palace of Longevity.
Qin Wuya threw Qin Hao into the formation and then said:
Everyone! This is my son, and he will fight as the Qin family's representative! His cultivation will be suppressed to the Nascent Soul Realm. Not only that, but I also allow you to fight him in rotation.
Instantly, countless curious, scrutinizing, disdainful, and probing gazes focused on Qin Hao like spotlights. However, Qin Hao's heavenly secrets had already been shielded by Qin Wuya, so these people couldn't see anything at all.
Is this the rumored Qin family Imperial Son whose providence was borrowed? He looks very ordinary; I don't sense any special physique from him.
I have to say, this Qin family Imperial Son is truly handsome. It's a pity, though. This is the Immortal Realm, not the Mortal Realm. In the Mortal Realm, he could still make a living off that face, but in the Immortal Realm, everything speaks with strength.
Do not underestimate the enemy! The fact that the contemporary Immortal Emperor of the Qin family dares to let him fight Soul Formation experts with a Nascent Soul cultivation, and even permits rotational battles, is enough to prove that this guy is extraordinary!
Among the crowd, a sharp gaze from the Ye family stared fixedly at Qin Hao: He has the qualifications to be my opponent!
Meanwhile, in the Jiang family's camp.
The moment Qin Hao was tossed out by Qin Wuya, Jiang Xinyao felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her delicate body trembled, and the wine cup in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter, spilling fine nectar all over her dress without her even noticing.
Her beautiful eyes widened, staring fixedly at the face inside the formation barrier, the face that haunted her dreams.
Ye Hao!!!
No! It was Qin Hao!
That face, that posture, and that unique aura she could faintly feel even through the formation, which made her both love and hate him... She definitely wasn't mistaken!
He... he was the Qin family's Imperial Son? The very Qin family Imperial Son she was engaged to?
Realizing that she was once engaged to Qin Hao, Jiang Xinyao's pupils contracted violently. Her red lips parted slightly, but she couldn't make a sound.
Intertwined emotions of shock and anger left Jiang Xinyao's mind in a tangled mess.
Immediately after, the grievance of being deceived and played with erupted in her heart like a volcano.
So, everything was fake. All those beautiful moments that made me unable to forget him were just illusions he created to get revenge on me! To retaliate against me for breaking off our engagement?
Jiang Xinyao's face instantly turned pale, then quickly flushed red. Her chest heaved violently as scenes of her time with Qin Hao involuntarily surfaced in her mind. Were all those laughs, all those times they leaned on each other, fake?
Qin Hao also felt Jiang Xinyao's overly burning gaze. He turned his head, and across the formation and the crowd, his eyes met Jiang Xinyao's beautiful eyes, which looked as if they wanted to swallow him alive.
As their eyes met, Qin Hao's heart skipped a beat: Crap, the Asura arena has finally arrived.
Forcing himself to stay calm, Qin Hao took a deep breath and then revealed a gentle, sunny smile toward Jiang Xinyao's direction.
Xinyao said she loves seeing my smile the most. If I smile at her, her anger will definitely subside a lot.
However, this action of Qin Hao's was like a basin of ice water poured into a boiling pot of oil, making Jiang Xinyao instantly boil over.
Crack!
Seeing Qin Hao actually smiling at her, Jiang Xinyao's breath hitched, and then she flew into a furious rage. Her tightly clenched fists cracked from the sheer force.
This bastard! Doesn't he have anything to say to me? What is he doing smiling so playfully? Provoking me? If his goal was to provoke me, then congratulations, you've succeeded!
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."
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
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.
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.”
