“These aren’t edible.”
Chen Guan reached out and pressed down on Baobao’s head. He could sense that these new paper constructs contained far greater power than the ones before.
This guy really was troublesome.
“Awoo?” Baobao tilted its head, clearly unconvinced by its master’s judgment.
“Such an ignorant beast.” Kamitani sneered, pointing his folding fan into the distance.
Dozens of paper cranes let out shrill cries at once. Icicles, mixed with bone-chilling winds, came crashing down from the sky.
At the same time, the paper demon foxes on the ground transformed into streaks of yellow ghostly shadows, closing in from every direction. Their razor-sharp paper claws sliced through the air with a series of sharp whistles.
Chen Guan held his scythe horizontally before him. A wisp of black flame quietly ignited along its blade.
Resonance—Raging Flame.
The black fire silently licked the scythe’s edge. It gave off none of the heat of ordinary flames, yet the surrounding light warped around it, as if it would devour everything in existence.
There were still people watching their battle from outside. Because of that, Chen Guan couldn’t directly summon the complete form of Raging Flame. He had no choice but to use it in a distorted form.
The gentle smile on Kamitani’s face cracked.
He had seen all kinds of supernatural abilities and countless strange flames, but never anything as ominous—or as pure—as this black fire.
“Parlor tricks.”
Though he spoke with contempt, the folding fan in his hand had already opened. He pointed it toward Chen Guan, clearly treating him with far greater seriousness now.
“Go.”
The paper cranes overhead and the demon foxes on the ground attacked simultaneously. Icicles and claws came from two entirely different directions, weaving together into a web of death.
Chen Guan stepped forward into the curtain of falling ice. His scythe, burning with black flame, swept upward, tracing a clean crescent through the air.
The icicles condensed with bone-chilling cold melted without a sound the instant they touched the black fire, vanishing like snow thrown into a furnace. Not even a wisp of steam remained.
The black flame’s trajectory did not slow in the slightest. It continued downward, passing through several pouncing paper demon foxes.
Their agile bodies froze in midair for a moment. In the next instant, their iron-hard forms began to be silently devoured by the black flame from the cuts it had made, vanishing into nothingness without leaving behind even a trace of ash.
Baobao watched from the side, drooling with excitement. It stuck out its tongue and licked at the air, as though savoring the aura of destruction, only to taste nothing at all.
But these black flames seemed even more delicious than the paper itself. Its eyes lit up.
“Your hospitality leaves something to be desired.”
Chen Guan shook his scythe. The black flames dancing along the blade seemed to be mocking Kamitani’s ineffectiveness.
Kamitani’s expression finally darkened.
He folded away his fan and lightly tapped its ribs against his palm. The contempt in his voice had disappeared.
“Since you lack the refinement to appreciate the beauty of intricate construction, I’ll let you witness pure power.”
He suddenly spread open the folding fan. The illustration of a hundred ghosts on its surface instantly came to life.
This time, no new shikigami appeared. Instead, a violent gale erupted from the fan, sending the trees in the forest swaying wildly and rolling dead leaves into the air. A tornado rose from the ground to the sky and descended toward Chen Guan like a pillar connecting heaven and earth.
“Chen! He’s trying to blow out your fire!” Ross shouted at the top of his lungs. The wind pressure left him barely able to stand.
“Idiot.”
Chen Guan spat out the word. It was unclear whether he meant Ross or Kamitani.
Faced with a gale powerful enough to tear steel apart, he not only failed to retreat—he began spinning the scythe in his hand.
The black flames were flung from the spinning blade in deadly whips. Instead of being scattered by the tornado, they seemed to have found an outlet for their fury, actively merging into the vortex.
“Wind feeds the flames. That’s basic knowledge.”
As Chen Guan murmured those words, the originally invisible tornado was completely dyed black.
A colossal storm serpent wrapped in destructive black fire rampaged through the forest, roaring as it twisted around. Then it changed direction and, carrying ten times the power it had possessed before, surged back toward its creator, Kamitani.
“You!”
The apocalyptic scene was reflected in Kamitani’s pupils. He could no longer maintain his elegance. He staggered backward and snapped his folding fan shut, erecting a translucent barrier of runes before himself.
Boom!
The black fire dragon slammed into the barrier, exploding with a deafening roar. The translucent runic wall flickered violently as spiderweb cracks spread across its surface in an instant.
Kamitani grunted, a thread of blood escaping the corner of his mouth. The backlash had inflicted serious internal injuries.
“That was incredible! Well done, Chen!” Ross excitedly waved his fist from a distance.
“God, I’m going to treasure the recording of this kid getting beaten for the rest of my life!”
Chen Guan, however, showed no sign of relaxing. His first attack had failed to finish the fight, and his grip on the scythe only tightened.
Amid the smoke and dust, Kamitani slowly straightened. He raised a hand and wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth. The gentle mask he had worn had shattered completely, leaving behind nothing but icy killing intent.
“Very good.”
He looked at Chen Guan and spoke one word at a time. “You’ve successfully made me take you seriously, barbarian from the East.”
“As a reward, I’ll let you witness the true power passed down through Kamitani Academy for a thousand years.”
Kamitani bit into his right thumb. Using the bright red blood, he quickly drew a complicated and eerie crimson rune across the pure-white surface of his fan.
“By my blood, the blood of Kamitani, I respectfully summon…”
Before his chant was even halfway complete, a piercing sound tore through the air and interrupted the solemn ritual.
Chen Guan’s figure faded into an afterimage where he stood. His entire body had already transformed into a black streak racing low across the ground.
His scythe dragged behind him, its blade scraping violently against the earth and plowing open a charred trench. Black flames left fleeting burn marks in its wake.
“You!”
The rapid approach of that deadly arc was reflected in Kamitani’s pupils. He tried to retreat, but the immense power of the summoning ritual had pinned him firmly in place. He could not move.
All he could do was watch helplessly as the scythe, burning with ominous black fire, swept toward him with utterly brutal force.
The chant came to an abrupt halt.
Cold metal pressed against Kamitani’s throat. The wisp of black flame flickered quietly in the corner of his eye, carrying with it the threat of burning even his soul to ash.
Time seemed to freeze in that instant.
In the distance, Ross stood with his mouth hanging open. He had only just begun to get up, but now he collapsed heavily back into the mud. He stared blankly at the scene before him—the utterly shocking reversal of the battle.
The Kamitani Academy's top student, who had been so arrogant that he treated them like ants; the onmyoji who could summon a hundred ghosts with a casual gesture—now looked like a chicken caught by the throat. All his elegance and composure had been shattered on the ground.
“How dare you…” Kamitani’s voice was dry and hoarse. The muscles of his handsome face twitched, his features twisted by rage and humiliation.
Weren’t you supposed to obediently wait until I finished chanting? You dishonorable bastard barbarian!
Chen Guan did not answer this idiotic question. He simply pressed the blade of his scythe another fraction deeper into Kamitani’s skin.
A thin line of crimson blood slid down the blade.
“Are you quitting on your own, or do you want me to make you quit?”
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.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.
