"Big brother, this City Lord Yun... doesn’t have great taste."
"What do you mean?"
"He actually called you an upright man. Isn’t he blind?"
"Oh? Are you saying I’m not upright?"
"Are you?"
"Am I not?"
"Doesn’t look like it."
"Damn..."
Da Huang’s skepticism annoyed Chen Chang’an so much that he kicked the creature flying.
"See that, Xiao Yao? He’s throwing a tantrum," Da Huang huffed after trotting back indignantly.
"If it were me, I’d kick you too. So rude," Xiao Yao shot back, giving Da Huang a disdainful look.
Huh?
Rude?
Was he really that impolite?
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Blazing Heaven Immortal Sect
"Young Lady Qingluan, this was prepared for you by the Ancestor."
"Tomorrow is the wedding day. Please cooperate."
"Otherwise... you know the consequences."
A female disciple of the Blazing Heaven Immortal Sect placed the wedding dress before Qingluan, her gaze a mix of envy and resentment.
Marrying the Ancestor of the Blazing Heaven Immortal Sect was a chance to rise from rags to riches—her status would soar, second only to the Ancestor himself.
Qingluan stared at the dress, her expression eerily calm. Her fair skin looked almost bloodless, her delicate features marred by the pallor of her Extreme Yin Saint Body, making her appear frail, as though she might collapse at any moment.
"Are you envious?"
Her voice was soft, barely audible. If not for the disciple’s sharp hearing, she might have missed it.
"Of course! To marry the Ancestor... He’s never taken a wife in all these years."
"Who wouldn’t want such an honor?"
Honor?
Qingluan smirked bitterly. She’d gladly refuse this so-called honor—she knew exactly what kind of man the Ancestor was.
"I’m tired. Leave me," she said flatly.
"Very well."
The disciple didn’t argue. Qingluan had been like this since arriving three days ago—always exhausted, always on the verge of collapse.
Once alone, Qingluan’s brow furrowed as she glared at the wedding dress, disgust flashing in her eyes.
"Is this... really my fate?"
She let out a hollow laugh. She wanted to die but didn’t dare—if she did, the Ancestor’s wrath would fall upon her parents.
Helpless. Resigned.
With a sigh, she dragged her weary body to the table and put on the dress, then applied a faint layer of makeup. The crimson fabric and subtle cosmetics lent her face a fleeting trace of color.
"I wish... tomorrow would never come."
She sat motionless on the bed, staring at the door. When it opened again, her descent into hell would begin.
From sunset to sunrise, she didn’t move. But no miracle came.
When the door finally creaked open, her heart lurched—was this it?
Yet the person who entered wasn’t who she expected. A stranger, dressed in unfamiliar robes.
"That’s—?"
"My father’s jade pendant?"
"How... how do you have it?"
The sight of City Lord Yun’s pendant sent panic coursing through her. Had the Blazing Heaven Immortal Sect broken their word? Had they harmed her parents?
"Good thing I sensed your aura back at the City Lord’s estate. Otherwise, I’d never have found you."
"I’m Chen Chang’an. I’m here to save you."
It was indeed Chen Chang’an. After pinpointing Qingluan’s location, he’d used spatial laws to appear directly outside her door.
Chen Chang’an?
Here to save her?
Qingluan eyed him warily. Was this a trick? A test by the Ancestor?
Noticing her hesitation, Chen Chang’an chuckled and sat down casually.
"Relax. Your father begged me to come. This pendant is proof—he said you’d understand once you saw it."
"Still don’t believe me?"
Qingluan studied him for a long moment before speaking.
"I believe you. And I’m grateful... but I won’t leave."
"I won’t risk my parents’ lives for my own."
"The Blazing Heaven Immortal Sect is too dangerous. Leave now, before you get yourself killed."
"Tell my parents... I’m fine. They shouldn’t worry."
Her resolve impressed Chen Chang’an. For a woman, she had the courage of a warrior.
"Don’t worry. No one’s dying today."
"Your father already paid me. If you stay, I’m just pocketing the reward for nothing."
"Xiao Yao, got everything?"
"Loud and clear."
Huh?
Xiao Yao?
Who else was here?
Before Qingluan could react, an exact replica of herself materialized beside Chen Chang’an.
"You... who are you?" she gasped.
"From now on, I’m you."
"No! You’ll lose your purity—your life! I can’t let you do this!" Qingluan shook her head frantically.
"You’re kinder than I expected," Chen Chang’an remarked.
"Relax. I’m not sacrificing my own to that old monster."
"This is just a diversion—to lure everyone into one place."
"Otherwise, it’d be too troublesome to hunt them down one by one."
Qingluan’s eyes widened. This was the Blazing Heaven Immortal Sect! How could he speak so casually of slaughtering them all?
"Trust me. You’ll be safe."
"Just follow our Elder Supreme and leave," Xiao Yao said with a reassuring smile.
Staring at her mirror image—identical in face and voice—Qingluan hesitated.
Could she... really escape?
Had a miracle truly arrived?
"But... how do we get out?"
"I can’t hide like she can. There are watchers everywhere—"
"Wait, have they already heard us?" she whispered urgently.
"Relax. I’ve set up a barrier here. No sound or aura escapes."
"But they’ll notice something’s wrong soon. We need to move now."
"...Alright. How?"
"Like this!"
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.”
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