Immortal King vs. Immortal Emperor
Although the final outcome appeared to be a draw, everyone knew the Immortal Emperor had lost.
And this was a peak-stage Immortal Emperor, no less!
It must be understood that a peak-stage Immortal Emperor is a powerhouse who has crossed the final threshold of the Ancient Immortal Domain.
This threshold is not something just anyone can surpass—one must comprehend the power of laws to reach the peak-stage Immortal Emperor realm.
Otherwise, no matter how long one cultivates, they would remain stuck at the ninth level of the Immortal Emperor realm.
From the Fifth Elder’s earlier attack, everyone already knew Chen Chang'an was a monster, but no one expected him to be this monstrous.
Even the Mu Family’s Ancestor couldn’t do anything to him.
"Ancestor, just how strong is Chen Chang'an?" Mu Tianye couldn’t help but ask curiously.
"How strong?"
"You really want to know?"
"All of you want to know?" The Mu Family’s Ancestor chuckled.
Hearing this, the Mu Family members all nodded in unison—they were indeed burning with curiosity about Chen Chang'an’s true strength.
"If you want to know, it’s simple."
"Go test him yourselves."
"I won’t stop you. Go ahead, and you’ll find out."
Huh?
The Ancestor’s words left everyone stunned. Why was the Ancestor suddenly in such a mood?
"Is this what you wanted?"
"Here."
Ignoring the others, the Mu Family’s Ancestor casually tossed a fragment of law to Chen Chang'an.
Seeing the law fragment, Chen Chang'an smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Senior."
"Calling me ‘Senior’ is too distant."
"Sooner or later, we’ll be family."
If not ‘Senior,’ then what?
‘Ancestor’?
That title was a bit too awkward for Chen Chang'an to say out loud.
"Fine, then I’ll call you Old Mu from now on."
"How’s that?"
Old Mu?
Chen Chang'an’s words made the Mu Family’s Ancestor’s face darken. Would it kill you to call me ‘Ancestor’?
Old Mu? That’s a complete mess of seniority!
If you call me Old Mu, what does Mu Yunyao call me? ‘Big Brother’?
"You—"
"Fine, whatever. Call me whatever you like." The Ancestor sighed in resignation.
"Old Mu, can you arrange a secluded place for me to cultivate?"
"Mu Tianye, this is your future son-in-law—you deal with him."
With that, the Ancestor vanished on the spot. Right now, he really didn’t want to see Chen Chang'an—this guy had dealt him quite the blow.
"Brother-in-law, you’re amazing."
"You even have the Ancestor wrapped around your finger." Mu Yunhai said excitedly.
Smack!
"Dad, why did you hit me again?"
Rubbing the back of his head, Mu Yunhai was utterly baffled. Did his father have some irresistible urge to smack his skull?
"Watch your mouth. No disrespect toward the Ancestor," Mu Tianye said sternly.
"But Brother-in-law—"
"Do you have even half of your brother-in-law’s skills?"
"Well… no."
"Wait, what do you mean ‘skills’?"
"I’ve got plenty of skills. Want to test them out?"
"Ahem, no need. Weren’t you going into seclusion? I’ll arrange it right away."
Test him?
What a joke! As the future father-in-law, getting schooled by his son-in-law would be downright humiliating if word got out.
"By the way!"
"You’ve been here this long, and you haven’t even asked about Yunyao."
"Do you even care about your master anymore?" Mu Tianye frowned.
"Didn’t she already enter the Immortal-Demon Secret Realm?"
"Do you know anything about her situation there?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"Well… no."
"Then why bring it up?"
"That realm is extremely dangerous. You—"
"You knew it was dangerous, yet you still let her go?"
"I—"
"‘I’ what? You have the nerve to lecture me?"
"If anything happens to my master, it’s on you. And I swear, I won’t let you off easy."
"You’re her father, not mine. Don’t think I won’t beat you up."
Chen Chang'an’s words left Mu Tianye completely dumbfounded.
Wait, who’s the father and who’s the son-in-law here?
Why does it feel like I just got scolded by my own future son-in-law?
"Laughing? What’s so damn funny?"
"All of you, scram!"
Seeing the stifled laughter around him, Mu Tianye’s temper flared even more.
"You all—ahem, carry on."
The others were chased away, but when he turned and saw the elders still present, Mu Tianye coughed awkwardly.
These elders all outranked him, so he couldn’t act too boldly.
Fortunately, they gave him face as the family head and left without another word.
Once everyone was gone, Mu Tianye sighed. "Yunyao has been in the Immortal-Demon Secret Realm for decades now."
"Inside, over ten thousand years have already passed."
"There’s no way to know how she’s doing."
Chen Chang'an had heard about this from Mu Yunhai before—one day outside equaled a year inside.
Mu Yunyao had been in the secret realm for over fifty years, meaning over fifteen thousand years had passed for her.
"Relax, my master isn’t that easy to kill."
"If she’s stayed this long without coming out, she must be gaining something valuable."
"But… I’d like to take a look inside that realm myself."
The Immortal-Demon Secret Realm formed after the fall of the Demon World and was one of the larger secret realms.
It likely contained abundant world origin energy, which would be immensely beneficial to Chen Chang'an.
However, for now, Chen Chang'an had to focus on seclusion.
He hadn’t yet fused the two law fragments obtained from the Ye and Mu Families, and he also intended to use this opportunity to break through to the Immortal Monarch realm.
Under Mu Tianye’s arrangements, Chen Chang'an began his secluded cultivation within the Mu Family.
Everyone assumed it would take him at least several decades—after all, breaking through to Immortal Monarch was no small feat.
Yet, to everyone’s shock, he emerged after just one year.
"That fast?"
"You… already broke through?"
Mu Tianye was utterly speechless when he saw Chen Chang'an exit seclusion.
Was advancing to Immortal Monarch really this easy?
"The time was a bit short, but the gains were good."
After fusing the two law fragments, Chen Chang'an’s comprehension of space and time laws had greatly improved.
Moreover, during seclusion, he experimented with applying these laws to the miniature world within his body—and found that it had become significantly more stable.
"Little Mu."
Huh?
Little Mu?
What kind of address was that?
Chen Chang'an’s choice of words made Mu Tianye’s face darken again. Would it kill you to call me ‘Uncle’?
But then again, considering Chen Chang'an called the Ancestor ‘Old Mu,’ Mu Tianye supposed he was getting off lightly.
"I’m your future father-in-law."
"Can’t you use a different title?" Mu Tianye said helplessly.
"Oh, sure, future father-in-law."
"Where is the Immortal-Demon Secret Realm?"
"Take me there."
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.
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."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
