Gulp!
Xuan Wudao swallowed hard as he stared at the scene unfolding in the sky.
He knew Chen Chang'an was strong, but he had never imagined it would be to this extent.
Luo Yiyi was a peak-level Great Emperor from the older generation, yet Chen Chang'an had sent her flying with just one strike?
How terrifying was that?
"Has… the Palace Master been defeated?"
"That man… is actually this powerful?"
"Even the Palace Master couldn't withstand him? Just one finger… she lost to a single finger?"
"What a frightening finger."
The disciples of the Luo Shen Palace exchanged bewildered glances. In their hearts, Luo Yiyi had always been an invincible existence.
Yet now, the goddess they revered had been defeated?
And by a man who, apart from his striking handsomeness, seemed utterly ordinary?
Hua Wulei was equally stunned. She had known Chen Chang'an possessed some strength, but she never believed he could rival Luo Yiyi.
But the result?
Not only was he her match—he had completely overwhelmed her!
Luo Yiyi was a peak-level Great Emperor, after all.
"You… you're not at the Supreme Realm?"
Chen Chang'an had held back, leaving Luo Yiyi unable to counter but unharmed.
Now, as she flew back, her gaze toward him shifted once more.
No wonder he was the man favored by Senior Mu Yunyao—truly extraordinary!
"My realm doesn’t matter. What matters is that you lost."
Chen Chang'an couldn’t be bothered to explain his cultivation level anymore. Even if he did, few would believe him.
"Just answer me one thing—did you hold back earlier?"
"Were you even serious?" Luo Yiyi frowned.
"I tried my best, really," Chen Chang'an nodded.
"You’re lying!"
"No, you weren’t serious. Do it again—properly this time!"
"Go all out! Use your full strength!"
Hmm?
Full strength?
"Hehehe!"
"She told Chen Chang'an to go all out and be serious."
"How suggestive!" Xuan Wudao smirked lewdly at Da Huang.
"Hehehe—"
"Ahem! Screw off! I’m a righteous and noble dog—don’t taint my purity!"
Da Huang was about to respond with equal vulgarity, but noticing the Luo Shen Palace’s female disciples glancing his way, he immediately straightened up.
"Da Huang, what’s wrong with you?"
"Are you sick?"
"You okay?"
Seeing Da Huang act so out of character, Xuan Wudao crouched down, studying him with concern.
"Get away from me."
Da Huang shot Xuan Wudao a glare before trotting toward the female disciples with an innocent, childlike expression.
"Holy shit!"
"Da Huang, you—you’re that kind of dog?!"
"I… I misjudged you."
"Damn it, I’m so jealous. Why couldn’t I have been born a dog?"
Xuan Wudao never expected Da Huang to pull such a move—playing cute?
You’re actually playing cute?!
And the worst part? It worked!
The female disciples, enchanted by Da Huang’s adorable act, couldn’t resist doting on him, taking turns cradling him.
Xuan Wudao had never imagined a day would come when he’d envy a dog—even wish to become one.
"Why?!"
"As the Vice Palace Master of Luo Shen Palace, shouldn’t you warn these disciples about Da Huang’s true nature?"
"How can you stand by and let these lambs walk into the dog’s den?"
"This is negligence—blatant negligence!" Xuan Wudao glared at Hua Wulei indignantly.
Hua Wulei gave him a disdainful once-over before replying flatly, "Some things are just beyond your reach. It’s a racial advantage."
"Maybe try being a dog in your next life."
Her words only deepened Xuan Wudao’s despair. "You—you’re discriminating against me?!"
"Disgusting."
Pfft—
The word "disgusting" shattered Xuan Wudao’s defenses. Disgusting? She actually said disgusting?!
"Then why does Da Huang get a pass?"
"Why?! Just because he’s a dog?" Xuan Wudao protested.
"Exactly. If you were one, you could too."
"But you’re not."
Hua Wulei didn’t even spare him a glance, her eyes fixed on Chen Chang'an and Luo Yiyi in the sky.
"Is this really necessary? With so many people watching, it’s a bit awkward."
"Not at all. If they want to watch, let them. I don’t mind."
"You really want me to go all out?"
"Absolutely. The stronger, the better."
"Full power?"
"Yes, the more force, the better."
"Then here I come?"
"Bring it!"
Boom!
This time, Chen Chang'an didn’t hold back—though he still didn’t unleash his full strength. Even so, Luo Yiyi suffered greatly.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Chen Chang'an’s idea of ‘gentleness’ is truly one of a kind."
"Your Palace Master really took a hit this time."
Though Xuan Wudao lacked strength, his perception was sharp. Chen Chang'an had been serious with that last move.
Luo Yiyi, despite being a peak Great Emperor, clearly hadn’t had an easy time flying back.
"Wait, why isn’t anyone worried?" Xuan Wudao asked Hua Wulei in confusion.
The entire Luo Shen Palace was watching, yet not a trace of concern could be seen on their faces.
"The Palace Master is a peak Great Emperor. What’s there to worry about?"
"Besides, Chen Chang'an has no intention to kill. What’s there to fear?"
"Men… truly lack brains."
"Except Chen Chang'an, of course."
Damn it!
Serves me right!
Xuan Wudao wanted to slap himself. Why did he have to open his mouth? Did he enjoy being insulted?
At least Da Huang had been his companion in misery—but now, the traitor was being pampered in the arms of the female disciples, looking utterly blissful.
"I don’t belong here."
"I should go home."
"Yes, home."
"Home is my sanctuary, my true refuge."
"Wu Ji Sect… I’ve never missed it more."
"Everyone there is so kind, so warm."
"Wahhhh, I want to go home!"
Xuan Wudao crouched alone in a corner, tears welling as he wallowed in self-pity.
"With strength like yours, why did Senior ask me to look after you?"
"If anything, you should be the one protecting me."
Luo Yiyi was deeply unsettled. She never considered herself the strongest, but among peak Great Emperors, she was certainly near the top.
Yet she couldn’t even withstand Chen Chang'an’s attacks?
She knew he still hadn’t gone all out—if he had, she suspected she’d either be dead or severely wounded.
"Perhaps it’s because I hadn’t even started cultivating when I left Master’s side, so she was worried about me," Chen Chang'an replied with a faint smile.
Hmm?
He hadn’t begun cultivating when he left? What did that mean?
"How long has it been since you left Senior’s side?" Luo Yiyi asked curiously.
"About… four years or so."
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.”
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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
