All these changes happened in a flash.
To the outside world, it just looked like Chen Guan, besieged by Shadow Wolves and on the verge of exhaustion, suddenly stiffened slightly. Immediately after, an indescribable aura abruptly burst forth with him at the center.
The few Shadow Wolves lunging at the very front bore the brunt of it and were suppressed by this sudden aura.
An opportunity!
The sharp gleam in Chen Guan's eyes, which had previously dimmed, erupted like a reignited flame. A low growl tore from his throat, his trembling arm steadied once more, and he fiercely swung his blade, infused with this newfound power.
This strike was no longer a simple physical slash. A faint gray halo seemed to veil the edge of the blade.
Slash!
Where the blade's light passed, the bodies of the three sluggish Shadow Wolves were easily cleaved open like butter sliced by a hot knife. No blood spurted from their wounds; instead, they took on a bizarre, ashen-gray hue, as if their life force had been instantly drained away.
One strike, three kills!
The remaining Shadow Wolves were utterly deterred by their companions' bizarre deaths. For the first time, clear fear appeared in their crimson eyes.
They let out terrified whimpers and, no longer caring to attack, tucked their tails between their legs and retreated like a receding tide. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the deep shadows of the stone forest.
Chen Guan watched the retreating backs of the wolf pack, standing completely motionless.
After a while, seeing that he still hadn't moved, Su Yuehe tentatively asked, Are you alright, classmate Chen Guan?
There was no reply.
She felt a vague sense of unease. She tried to touch him, only to find Chen Guan falling backward, crashing heavily to the ground.
Chen Guan?!
Su Yuehe violently shook his body. Looking closely at him from the front, she realized that Chen Guan's breathing had already stopped.
Her nose stung. She looked in disbelief at the peaceful, lifeless face of Chen Guan. She had never imagined that a C-rank mission, which should have been a walk in the park, would actually result in a classmate's death.
Su Yuehe's tears instantly fell uncontrollably, pattering down onto Chen Guan's face and smudging the patches of blood.
With trembling hands, she stuffed a handful of colorful pills into his mouth, attempting to wake him up again.
She had to go back... Her father... Her father would definitely have a way to save him...
One breath, two breaths...
Chen Guan opened his eyes, meeting her sad and sorrowful purple gaze.
Don't be sad.
He wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. Unfortunately, his hands were still covered in a large amount of blood. So, while the tear stains were wiped away, a streak of blood was left behind instead.
Feeling a bit guilty, he let go and sat up, leaning against his own coffin. Meanwhile, Su Yuehe's brain had practically short-circuited from the shock of this resurrection.
Chen... Chen... Chen...
She stammered, suddenly unable to even say his name.
I'm still alive, don't worry.
Chen Guan knew he had scared the little girl. However, he could only wipe the blood off his face; he had no way to explain this kind of thing.
But then again, this was a high-martial world. He would just let her fill in the blanks herself; whatever she imagined would definitely be more logical than anything he could make up.
Was that spiritual energy inside his body just now? It didn't seem like it. It lacked the liveliness and affinity of spiritual energy entirely, and instead felt more like... the gray mist from the coffin.
Chen Guan, are you alright? Su Yuehe wanted to slap herself the moment she said it. Did he look like he was alright?
What kind of nonsense was she spouting?
I'm... fine. Chen Guan's voice was slightly hoarse. Coming back from the dead hadn't brought him any extra side effects, but the physical weakness caused by the preceding battle was unavoidable.
He wouldn't die, but his resurrection didn't erase his original negative status effects. He just wouldn't die. Fatal wounds would heal into non-fatal wounds, and that was the extent of it.
...
In the distant battlefield, the fierce fight between An Changqing and the Wolf King was also drawing to a close.
Having lost the support of its pack and being relentlessly entangled by An Changqing, the Wolf King's aura began to falter. Although An Changqing was heavily injured himself, he seized the moment when the Wolf King's breath fell into disorder to erupt once more.
A golden light flashed in his eyes. He suddenly withdrew the longsword in his hand, holding it upright in front of his chest. Pressing the fingers of his left hand together like a sword, he slowly stroked the blade. As his fingers moved, the golden light on the blade quickly retracted, condensed, and eventually vanished completely. The entire longsword became like ordinary iron, even looking somewhat dull.
The Wolf King seemed to sense this unusually dangerous aura as well. Its offensive momentum paused slightly, and its dark golden eyes stared fixedly at the ordinary-looking longsword in An Changqing's hand, instinctively feeling a palpitation of fear.
This sword strike shouldn't have been used at this time, An Changqing whispered. His voice was calm, yet it carried an indescribable majesty.
The moment his words fell, An Changqing moved.
There was no earth-shattering light, no imposing aura of tearing through the air.
He simply, unremarkably, thrust his sword forward.
This strike looked so slow, so ordinary, as if it couldn't even slice through the air.
But the Wolf King let out a roar of absolute terror. It desperately tried to retreat, dodge, defend... but was horrified to discover that its body, the surrounding space, and even the flow of time itself seemed to be locked in place by this sword strike.
There was no way to evade! No way to block!
This was a lockdown that transcended strength and spiritual energy... a lockdown on the level of rules.
One sword... to settle the universe!
The tip of the sword lightly tapped against the tuft of silver fur right between the Wolf King's brows.
Time seemed to freeze for a split second.
The next moment.
Silently, that tuft of silver fur between the Wolf King's brows, along with the skull beneath it, the brain, and even the entire back half of its head, vanished into thin air like a pencil drawing erased by a rubber.
There was no blood, no shattered bone, no flesh.
It was just... gone.
The Wolf King's massive body stiffened in place. All the life in its dark golden eyes rapidly faded away, leaving behind only endless emptiness.
Thud.
The Wolf King's mutilated corpse, missing a small half of its head, crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Its life aura was completely gone.
The Shadow Wolf King was dead!
With the death of the Wolf King, the Shadow Wolves throughout the entire shadowed stone forest completely lost their will to fight and fled in all directions.
The battle was finally over.
Leaning on his sword, An Changqing panted and looked in the direction of Chen Guan and Su Yuehe. When he saw Chen Guan entirely bathed in blood, he was also startled.
He had been busy preparing his ultimate strike just now and hadn't had the time to pay attention to Su Yuehe's side. Now it seemed that Chen Guan had stepped in and saved Su Yuehe. Otherwise, based on his understanding of Su Yuehe, if she had forced herself to fight, she would have fainted a long time ago.
The three of them looked at each other's sorry states, speechless for a moment.
Chen Guan felt the faint yet very real power within his body and decided for the time being to call this power Gray Energy.
Gray Energy seemed to be linked to his mental strength. Chen Guan clearly saw on his status panel that the mental strength stat was soaring crazily, even surpassing his strength attribute by a bit—it was terrifyingly high.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
