Chen Chang'an glanced over and finally realized—Da Huang, that bastard, wasn’t struggling to understand. It had outright ignored him and tossed out a half-hearted reply.
“Da Huang, you little shit.”
Chen Chang'an shot Da Huang an annoyed glare before turning to Yi Tuo. “What’s the rush?”
“I said I’d let you go, but did I ever specify when?”
“You’ll be free once I’m gone.”
Turns out, Yi Tuo had grown impatient after Chen Chang'an kept refusing to release it.
“Huh? You think I’m going back on my word?”
“If that’s how you want to see it, fine. I won’t argue. Keep at it.”
Chen Chang'an’s words silenced Yi Tuo, and it obediently flopped to the ground, no longer scribbling furiously.
“They’ve fought enough.”
“Now it’s our turn.”
By now, the disciples of the four great immortal sects had battered each other senseless in their scramble for treasures.
In this free-for-all, there were no allies—anyone outside one’s own sect was fair game.
“Gentlemen!”
“Had your fill of fighting?”
“If so, I’ll be taking the spoils now.” Chen Chang'an smirked.
“You—you better behave! Even though—”
Smack!
“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?”
“Show some respect to my big bro.”
Before the speaker could finish, Da Huang, ever the loyal lackey, swatted him with a paw.
“Da Huang, what was that?”
“That hit was pathetic.”
“Do it again.” Chen Chang'an frowned.
“You got it!”
Thud!
This time, Da Huang held nothing back. The target, already grievously wounded, couldn’t withstand the blow.
“D-dead?”
“Chen Chang'an! You dare kill a disciple of the Jade Sword Immortal Sect?”
“Are you out of your mind?” The Jade Sword disciples glared at him in fury.
“Don’t pin this on me. He did it. I didn’t lift a finger.”
Huh?
What the—
Big bro, you’re throwing me under the cart!
Da Huang shot Chen Chang'an an indignant look. This bastard really had no qualms about making him take the fall.
“Chen Chang'an, what the hell do you want?” A Qian Yuan Immortal Sect disciple snarled.
“What do I want? Same as you—to loot treasures.”
“But before that, I’ve got a question. Last time the Crimson Moon Secret Realm opened, why did every single disciple from the Huan Hua Immortal Sect end up dead?” Chen Chang'an’s voice turned icy.
The moment those words left his mouth, the veterans who’d entered the realm last time paled. None answered.
“Not talking?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Without another word, Chen Chang'an yanked someone forward and performed a soul search.
Chen Wanqing had been right. This person’s soul was indeed sealed with a restriction—meant to block soul searches.
But to Chen Chang'an, such a barrier was child’s play.
“Y-you’re searching his soul?”
“How are you unharmed? That’s impossible!”
“Who are you? How did you break through?”
As Chen Chang'an succeeded, the crowd’s gazes shifted.
This man couldn’t possibly be just at the first level of the Quasi-Immortal Realm. Otherwise, how could he shatter a soul restriction placed by their sect’s elites?
From the memories he’d extracted, Chen Chang'an now knew the truth.
“Hahahaha!”
“So much for the ‘five great immortal sects standing united.’”
“A bunch of men, capable of this.”
“What kind of monsters are you?”
“You’re worse than beasts!”
Seeing Chen Chang'an’s frosty gaze, even Da Huang tensed up. It knew him well—if he was this furious, these people must have crossed an unforgivable line.
“Elder Chen… you know the truth now, don’t you?”
“What… what happened to those senior sisters?” Xiao Yao asked anxiously.
Chen Chang'an glanced at her and shook his head. Xiao Yao was too innocent. Some things were better left unknown.
“Leave this to me. Don’t ask. Just watch.”
“O-okay.” Xiao Yao nodded obediently and stepped aside.
“Originally, I just planned to rob and kill.”
“But now, I’ve changed my mind.”
His words sent a chill through the disciples. They couldn’t fathom how someone could say “rob and kill” with such righteous conviction.
Since when was that something to boast about?
The scenes from the extracted memories filled Chen Chang'an with disgust.
Only half of those present had participated, but that didn’t mean the other half would escape punishment.
“Da Huang, what do you think we should do with them?” Chen Chang'an asked lightly.
“Hmm. How about making them eat shit first?”
Yi Tuo immediately started scribbling frantic protests.
“See? Even the shit objects.”
“Da Huang, letting them eat shit is merciful.”
“You want them to die on a full stomach?”
“Let’s start with flaying them alive.”
With a thought, countless sword energies materialized behind Chen Chang'an and shot toward the crowd.
Screams erupted as the blades, infused with deathly energy, tore into them. Under Chen Chang'an’s control, the wounds festered instantly—impossible to heal, even for Quasi-Immortals.
The gruesome sight made Xiao Yao tremble, her eyes wide with horror. Raised in the sheltered Huan Hua Immortal Sect, she’d never witnessed such brutality.
“E-Elder Chen… they’re so pitiful. Maybe… just kill them quickly?” she whispered.
“Xiao Yao, you’re too kind. For some, a quick death is a mercy.”
“An endless, agonizing demise is the only justice they deserve.”
With three days left before the Crimson Moon Secret Realm closed, Chen Chang'an made sure they felt every second of it.
Eventually, Xiao Yao couldn’t take it anymore, and Chen Chang'an sent Da Huang to distract her elsewhere.
Surveying the corpses, Chen Chang'an sighed regretfully. “Such a tight schedule. I’d have loved more playtime.”
“But the realm’s about to close. Now… it’s your turn.”
His gaze landed on Yi Tuo.
Noticing his attention, Yi Tuo stiffened and resumed scribbling desperately.
“Enough!”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t figure you out?”
“Though… what should I call you?”
“Lord of Embers?”
“Or something else?” Chen Chang'an mused.
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."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
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.”
