"Big bro!"
"Big bro's aura has appeared!"
When Chen Chang'an's aura emerged, Da Huang and the other two finally let out a sigh of relief.
Before long, Chen Chang'an flew out from the depths of the Pure Sea.
"Big bro!"
"How did it go?"
"Did you find some incredible treasure?"
"Like, the one and only, strongest treasure in the Ancient Immortal Realm?"
"Right?" Da Huang asked excitedly.
Little Viper and Yi Tuo also stared at Chen Chang'an with eager anticipation.
"Let's keep moving first."
"We'll talk on the way."
"Got it."
With only ten years left, Chen Chang'an didn’t want to waste any more time. After all, he wasn’t sure whether the Qilin Clan even possessed the Fragment of Life’s Law. Or if the journey to their territory would lead him to it.
Along the way, Chen Chang'an recounted what he had encountered beneath the Pure Sea. Hearing his tale, Da Huang and the others found it utterly astonishing. Who would’ve thought that deep within the Pure Sea, an existence like the Tree God resided?
"Big bro, if the Tree God really dies…"
"Do you think the Ancient Immortal Realm will collapse along with it?"
"Since they were born together, isn’t it possible they’ll perish together too?" Da Huang asked worriedly.
"That’s exactly what I’m most concerned about," Chen Chang'an nodded.
"Godfather, if we save the Tree God, since it’s so powerful, wouldn’t it reward you with tons of treasures?"
"It must have a lot of treasures, right?"
Seeing Little Viper’s greedy expression, Chen Chang'an sighed helplessly. Was this some innate dragon trait—obsession with riches?
"Aside from treasures, what else do you care about?" Chen Chang'an asked, exasperated.
"Hmm… brothels."
"Just shut up."
Chen Chang'an sighed again, then shot a glare at Da Huang, who felt utterly wronged.
What did I even do?
I’m helping you babysit, and you’re blaming me?
"Yi Tuo… never mind, I’ll do it myself."
"You’re too slow."
Yi Tuo had initially been thrilled that his big bro was relying on him, but the follow-up remark instantly deflated his mood.
When you need me, it’s "Yi Tuo, do this," but when you don’t, it’s "you’re too slow."
With Chen Chang'an’s assistance, they crossed the Pure Sea in just a month.
"Big bro, keep going!"
"I’m exhausted, damn it!"
"From now on, Yi Tuo’s in charge."
"Hmph, no way!"
"Huh?"
Chen Chang'an frowned and turned to Yi Tuo. Well, well, since when did you develop an attitude?
"I won’t… let you down."
Under Chen Chang'an’s scrutinizing gaze, Yi Tuo ultimately caved.
"Have you noticed?"
"Traces of humans are becoming scarcer."
After several more months of travel, Chen Chang'an observed that human presence had dwindled, replaced by increasing signs of demonic beasts.
"Godfather, that’s only natural."
"Though humans and demonic beasts currently coexist peacefully, they’re still different races."
"Where demonic beasts gather, humans grow scarce—there’s always some wariness."
"Besides, we’re heading toward the Qilin Clan’s territory."
"Eventually, we might not see a single human," Little Viper explained.
True to his words, as they progressed, all traces of humans vanished entirely. Chen Chang'an had fully entered the domain of demonic beasts.
However, his presence quickly drew their attention.
"A mere peak Heavenly Immortal Realm human dares to trespass into our demonic beasts’ territory?"
"And he’s using our kin as mounts?"
"Is he looking down on us?"
"We must teach him a lesson."
"Exactly, or else they’ll think demonic beasts are pushovers."
For many demonic beasts, serving as a human’s mount was a humiliating disgrace—an act they perceived as human contempt toward their kind.
"Rescue our brethren! Uphold the honor of demonic beasts!"
"Brothers, charge!"
Chen Chang'an had long noticed groups of demonic beasts observing their movements. He just hadn’t expected them to actually attack.
Watching the oncoming horde, he sighed in resignation.
"Your comrades are here to save you," Chen Chang'an remarked with a chuckle.
"Huh?"
"What busybodies!"
"Who asked for their help?"
"Do demonic beasts even have brothels?" Da Huang muttered disdainfully.
"Demonic beasts might not have brothels, but they definitely have dogs."
"Female ones, Da Huang. You’d fit right in," Chen Chang'an teased.
"No!"
"I want beauties!"
"Lots and lots of beauties!"
"Big bro, you know me—nothing else interests me."
While Chen Chang'an and Da Huang bantered, dozens of demonic beasts closed in.
"Damned human, release them!"
"They are members of our demonic beast race, not your mounts!" roared the leader, a King Immortal Realm demonic beast of indeterminate origin.
"Hmm… if you think humans are so despicable…"
"Why do you all take human form?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.
His words left the demonic beasts speechless. Damn, this kid’s got a sharp tongue.
They exchanged awkward glances, utterly stumped for a rebuttal.
Damn it!
Outsmarted by lack of education!
"Y-you shut up!"
"What we do is our business, none of your concern!"
"But you can’t use our kin as mounts!"
"That’s right, we won’t allow it!"
"We must save our demonic beast brethren!"
Oho!
Quite the united front!
"You tell me not to meddle in your affairs, yet you’re meddling in mine?"
"Isn’t that a bit hypocritical?"
"Is this how demonic beasts behave?"
"If word gets out, your entire race’s reputation will be ruined."
"Imagine—humans used to think highly of demonic beasts, saw you as noble beings."
"But because of you, that goodwill will vanish."
"You’ll be the eternal sinners of your race!"
"Shunned by all demonic beasts!"
When it came to verbal sparring, Chen Chang'an feared no one—especially not these uncultured demonic beasts.
Sure enough, his words sent them into a panic.
"No, no!"
"We don’t want to be race traitors! We’d never tarnish our reputation!"
"We… we just…"
"You say something, I’m out of comebacks."
"I… I don’t know what to say either."
"Uh… maybe I should speak."
"Actually, we demonic beasts are really friendly."
"Yeah, super friendly! Extremely friendly!"
Da Huang and the little earthworm both wore expressions of utter helplessness. What an embarrassment! Tsk—no, a disgrace to demonkind! How could they be so easily fooled? How could they be this stupid?
"Mm, good. You two are quite... friendly."
"So, wasn’t your behavior just now... wrong?"
"Shouldn’t you apologize to me?"
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."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
