The Eastern Victory Divine Continent.
Donggua stared blankly at the slowly rising sun ahead.
Now she truly understood what it meant for fate to be unpredictable.
Two whole years in this Eastern Victory Divine Continent, and she still hadn’t managed to leave.
She was supposed to be part of an organization, yet now she was drifting like a stray.
The only thing remotely touching was a top-tier pig-masked lunatic who kept trying to drag her into mutual destruction.
She thought living with this pig in the Eastern Victory Divine Continent—constantly on edge, fearing their superiors might revoke their status at any moment—was already maddening enough.
In Donggua’s eyes, things had reached the worst possible state. So bad that even Xigua’s clean death now seemed like true liberation.
The desire to survive and the terror of impending death tangled endlessly in her heart.
This alone was torment enough, but who could’ve imagined it wasn’t even the worst?
Then, out of nowhere, a monk showed up, claiming he’d been sent from above.
Don’t ask who sent him. Don’t ask why. Just one line: "I’m here to help you!"
Then, like they were old friends, he started prying left and right.
After the incident with Cui Hao, and even with Chen Baiqing’s half-hearted attempts at deception, Donggua had zero trust in this monk.
And why not just kill the annoying bastard?
Simple—the monk was ridiculously strong.
His cultivation was solidly at the Unity Realm, and even with the pig spirit’s help, Donggua couldn’t last more than a few moves against him.
When the monk was in a good mood, his strikes were lighter. In a bad mood? Brutal.
The worst part? When he went all out, he’d chant scriptures mid-beating!
Actual Buddhist sutras, recited with enthusiasm.
The monk’s eyes would flash, golden light flaring around him as he declared:
Your hearts are too restless! Let this humble monk recite sutras to cleanse your restlessness—only then can you accomplish great deeds!
And so he’d fight while chanting.
Sometimes the howling wind from his punches drowned out the scriptures.
Then, once they were too injured to move, he’d start healing them.
Donggua couldn’t fathom it. How had the world come to this? Why was it like this?
She’d pieced together one truth: Ever since meeting Cui Hao, nothing had been right.
They couldn’t fight him, couldn’t escape. Poison? Schemes? Useless.
If anything did work and the monk caught them, it meant another thrashing.
In that regard, the monk had a touch of demonic flair.
At least judging by his complete lack of mercy when striking.
Every few days, the monk would ask Donggua and the pig spirit about their plans. But what plans could a disbanded organization’s leftover have?
Once, she snapped: "No plans. Waiting to die, that’s it."
The monk first tried persuasion—rambling about how true demons should strive for glory, how giving up wouldn’t restore their kind’s prestige.
Donggua scoffed.
When words failed, fists often followed.
His logic? A stubborn ox won’t move unless whipped.
A beating here and there was tolerable, but not every day.
Even the pig spirit eventually gave up resisting, resorting to rambling nonsense just to avoid another pummeling.
In a way, they’d learned how to coexist with the monk.
Donggua watched the sunrise with grief, still lost in sorrow when the voice she loathed most rang out behind her.
"Any plans today? You’ve been slacking too much lately."
She didn’t turn, afraid her expression might betray her and give the damned monk an excuse to pin her down for another beating. Keeping her voice steady, she replied:
"Ask the pig. He’s in charge now."
"He told me to ask you."
"He’s in charge."
Wukong didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he strolled to Donggua’s side, gazing at the sunrise. Mist curled over the landscape, painting the mountains and rivers like an ink-wash scroll.
He inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly, then said:
"I’d hate to ruin such beauty by reciting sutras at you."
Donggua clenched her fists, fury in her eyes.
"What, am I your morning scripture now?!"
"Not just you." Wukong’s gaze slid to her. "Both of you. Since you’re a woman, I’ll let you choose—be the wooden fish or the mallet."
Donggua took two deep breaths, fighting the urge to punch him. Through gritted teeth:
"After following us this long, haven’t you realized we genuinely know nothing? If you’ve got ideas, we’ll listen, alright?"
Wukong’s tone was calm. "There’s no such thing as ‘knowing nothing.’ Only willingness to act or learn. My task is to assist, not command."
"My role is to… enlighten you when ignorance persists."
Donggua stood, her pent-up rage boiling over. "Even if you beat me like a morning gong today, I—"
BOOM!
Wukong retracted the golden light around his fist, watching as Donggua smashed through two trees before embedding herself in a third.
"The Buddha’s mercy cannot abide such laziness."
Stuck in the trunk, Donggua groaned in pain. The punch itself wasn’t heavy—her Nascent Soul cultivation could handle it—but the golden light targeted pain points like a vengeful spirit.
Wukong approached slowly.
"No trials, no resolve."
"The higher-ups saw potential in you. That’s why I’m here. Yet all you’ve done is idle."
"You think I don’t know your excuses? I’ve been lenient, hoping you’d repent."
"Can you truly not see the mercy in my heart?"
As he spoke, he reached for Donggua’s face.
"If you’re useless, you’re just a pretty skeleton."
"And the Buddha’s mercy makes no exceptions for skeletons."
Golden light gathered at his fingertips, drilling toward Donggua’s skull.
She screamed, then blurted:
"We’ll do something today! Let me discuss it with the pig first!"
Wukong paused, yanked her from the tree, and slammed her onto the ground. Then he looked into the distance.
"Will you come willingly, or must I fetch you?"
The pig-masked man trudged over reluctantly.
Donggua pushed herself up, gasping, and glared at Wukong.
He stood with the rising sun at his back, its glow like a Buddha’s halo. Hands clasped, his gaze was almost pitying.
A statue of mercy incarnate.
"Discuss properly. It’s my day off—don’t make me conduct morning rites."
The benevolent statue’s tone was plain.
It made Donggua and the pig spirit’s souls tremble.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
