The thunderclouds in the sky grew increasingly dense and oppressive, casting the ground below into darkness. The suffocating pressure left the members of the Lin family struggling to breathe.
Boom!
With a deafening roar, a figure shot up into the sky.
"It's the Patriarch! The Patriarch!"
"The Patriarch's aura is so powerful now!"
"This is terrifying! Is this the might of an Immortal Realm expert? Just his presence alone makes it hard to breathe!"
"Why do I feel like the Patriarch's aura is even stronger than the heavenly tribulation itself?"
"Hahaha! As expected of our Lin family's Patriarch! This heavenly tribulation is nothing before him!"
Lin Xiangliu's appearance filled the Lin family with excitement.
Standing mid-air, Lin Xiangliu gazed up at the heavenly tribulation with confidence and exhilaration in his eyes.
"Finally, I've reached this step."
"You think a puny tribulation can stop Lin Xiangliu?"
"What a joke!"
Lin Xiangliu was brimming with confidence, completely dismissing the heavenly tribulation before him. Seemingly provoked by his arrogance, the tribulation's aura grew even more terrifying.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Lin Xiangliu wasn’t this arrogant back in the day. Has success gone to his head?"
"Though his strength and talent are impressive, this is still a heavenly tribulation."
"Does he really think the tribulation is some pushover?" Da Huang sneered.
"The heavenly tribulation is formidable, but Lin Xiangliu isn’t weak either. Knowing him, he must have some trump card—otherwise, he wouldn’t act like this," Chen Chang'an remarked calmly.
"Of course he has a trump card. Look at the armor he’s wearing—it’s no ordinary item."
"It looks familiar, but I can’t recall its name."
Da Huang could tell there was something special about the armor Lin Xiangliu wore. It seemed familiar, yet he couldn’t place it.
"It’s the Wu family’s Divine Dragon Armor."
Chen Chang'an frowned slightly. The Wu family’s Divine Dragon Armor had been passed down to Wu Mingdao—so why was Lin Xiangliu wearing it now?
This was a priceless treasure, something the Wu family had obtained by chance in the past. Rumor had it that it was crafted from the scales of a flood dragon.
Flood dragons had vanished from the Tai Xuan Realm long ago, though no one knew why.
This Divine Dragon Armor was truly one of a kind.
"Ah, right! The Divine Dragon Armor! No wonder it looked so familiar."
"Back when Lin Xiangliu sparred with Wu Mingdao, Wu Mingdao won thanks to the advantage of this armor."
"How did such an important treasure end up with Lin Xiangliu? Did something happen between them?"
"Hard to say. We’ll have to ask him ourselves later."
A thousand years had passed since they last met, and Chen Chang'an couldn’t guess what had transpired between the two. But the matter of the Divine Dragon Armor was indeed puzzling.
As they spoke, the heavenly tribulation finally descended. Facing it head-on, Lin Xiangliu stood his ground with unshakable defiance.
With each successive bolt of lightning, however, Lin Xiangliu began to struggle.
The final bolt, in particular, was at least ten times more powerful than the previous ones.
Sensing its overwhelming might, Lin Xiangliu’s expression turned grave, his focus sharpening.
"What’s happening?"
"Why is this bolt so much stronger?"
"It feels at least ten times more powerful than the last one!"
"They say breaking through to the Immortal Realm is fraught with peril. Now I see why—just this heavenly tribulation alone would doom most cultivators."
"Exactly! It’s absolutely terrifying. If it were me, I wouldn’t stand a chance."
"Do you think… the Patriarch can withstand it?"
"..."
The Lin family watched anxiously as their legendary Patriarch faced the tribulation, their hearts clenched with worry.
When the final bolt struck, some of the more faint-hearted couldn’t bear to watch and closed their eyes.
Boom!
The thunderbolt slammed into Lin Xiangliu with devastating force, sending him plummeting from the sky.
"Patriarch!"
The Lin family members' hearts lurched at the sight.
Had their Patriarch failed?
"That Divine Dragon Armor is impressive—it blocked nearly half the power of that final bolt."
"Without it, Lin Xiangliu would’ve been lucky to escape with his life," Da Huang mused.
"The Divine Dragon Armor is indeed remarkable. It’s practically a semi-Emperor-grade treasure," Chen Chang'an agreed with a nod.
"Cough, cough! That was too close. Since when is a heavenly tribulation this brutal?"
Lin Xiangliu looked utterly disheveled. His Divine Dragon Armor bore minor cracks, though they would gradually repair themselves.
Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself.
Having broken through to the Immortal Realm, his recovery abilities were now extraordinary.
In a flash, he reappeared before the Lin family.
Seeing him unharmed, their faces lit up with joy.
"All hail the Patriarch!"
"All hail the Patriarch!"
The Immortal Realm—the Lin family finally had an expert of this level! From this day forward, they would rise to even greater heights.
"Enough. It’s just a breakthrough—no need for all this fuss."
"I have matters to attend to. All of you, return for now."
Huh?
Matters to attend to?
The Lin family was puzzled. Why would their Patriarch have urgent business right after his breakthrough?
Before anyone could ask, Lin Xiangliu vanished once more.
"Brother Chen, it’s been a thousand years. We meet again at last."
Lin Xiangliu had noticed Chen Chang'an and Da Huang during the tribulation, but he hadn’t been able to spare them any attention at the time.
"After all these years, you’ve only just reached the Immortal Realm?"
"That’s a bit slow, don’t you think?" Chen Chang'an teased.
"Brother Chen, you don’t understand. For a while, family affairs held me back."
"Otherwise, I would’ve broken through a hundred years sooner," Lin Xiangliu sighed.
"In that regard, you’re no match for Wu Mingdao. That kid was single-minded, obsessed with strength and nothing else."
"But speaking of Wu Mingdao—how did his Divine Dragon Armor end up on you?"
"Did he already break through to the Immortal Realm and lend it to you?" Da Huang asked with a grin.
At the mention of Wu Mingdao, Lin Xiangliu’s expression darkened.
"Brother Chen… Mingdao is dead," Lin Xiangliu said mournfully.
The words struck Chen Chang'an and Da Huang like a thunderbolt.
Dead?
Wu Mingdao was dead?
Though Chen Chang'an hadn’t known Wu Mingdao for long, the young man’s straightforward and sincere nature had endeared him to Chen Chang'an.
He never imagined that a prodigy like Wu Mingdao could meet such an end.
"How did he die?"
"Was it vengeance from an enemy?" Chen Chang'an asked gravely.
"Brother Chen, this isn't the place to talk. Let's find somewhere more private."
"Agreed. Lead the way."
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.
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."
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
