The motel corridor was long and dark. The carpet absorbed all sound, and only the green light of the distant emergency exit provided faint illumination.
Chen Guan gripped his scythe, walking step by step toward the stairs.
The bullet screen comments refreshed frantically.
[Don't make me beg you, don't go, Brother Coffin. It's full of people out there.]
[Why isn't Long Ao keeping up? Is he letting him go to his death alone?]
[It's like this again, dealing with danger by himself. He doesn't have the destiny of a protagonist, yet he's taken the protagonist's script. Every time, he faces the strong.]
[He's just a student! Why is everyone targeting him? Is his superpower some kind of absolute aggro magnet?]
The text scrolling across his retinas brought a continuously rising popularity value. Good. The audience's emotions were perfectly in place; the pre-show atmosphere had been successfully built up.
He didn't take the elevator, opting for the stairwell instead.
It was better suited for hiding, better suited for him.
The motel lobby was completely empty. The chair behind the front desk was overturned on the floor; clearly, the clerk had gotten wind of the news beforehand and fled.
Chen Guan pushed open the glass door, and a gust of cold wind hit his face.
Across the street, three dark figures walked out of an alley. They spread out, faintly sealing off the motel entrance.
They weren't wearing masks, but judging from their clothes, they bore the insignia of the Embrace of Flesh and Blood.
"The item is on you," the leading bald man spoke. He licked his lips, his greedy gaze sweeping back and forth over Chen Guan. "Hand it over, and I'll give you a quick death."
Chen Guan didn't speak. He simply brought out his scythe and held it horizontally in front of him.
"You're courting death!"
The bald man lost his patience. With a wave of his hand, the two companions behind him charged forward simultaneously.
Chen Guan's spiritual energy quietly spread out.
The newly added stat points made his control over illusions much smoother. Though not a qualitative leap, it was more than enough.
The vision of the two men charging at the front suddenly changed.
The figure of Chen Guan, who was originally standing in place, suddenly blurred and split into four, swinging scythes at them from four different directions.
"It's an illusion! Watch out!"
The two hurriedly tried to block, and in doing so, ended up attacking each other's vitals directly.
What they saw were Chen Guan's phantoms.
Squelch.
The sound of blades piercing flesh.
One cultist looked in disbelief at the sharp knife thrust into his abdomen; the one holding the knife was his companion.
And his companion was also staring in horror at the person who had pierced his shoulder.
The real Chen Guan had already appeared in front of the bald man.
The bald man's pupils shrank. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, the flesh and blood writhing beneath his skin, instantly expanding a size larger.
Bang!
The back of the scythe smashed against his arms, emitting a muffled thud.
The bald man stumbled back a few steps, his arms numb and his bones groaning. He stared at Chen Guan in horror. How could this kid carrying a coffin be so strong? Wasn't he an illusionist?
Chen Guan didn't give him time to think. Twisting his body, the scythe drew an arc and precisely struck the backs of the necks of the two cultists still struggling in the illusion.
Without even a grunt, the two went limp and collapsed to the ground, sent off to see their makers.
"You..." The bald man looked at his companions lying on the ground, cold sweat seeping from his forehead. He realized he had kicked a steel plate.
The horror in the bald man's eyes could not be concealed.
How could an illusionist possess such strength and speed? The intel was completely wrong.
Chen Guan didn't give him a chance to gather his thoughts. Pushing off with his feet, his body glided close to the ground, the handle of the scythe thrusting straight at the opponent's lower body.
This strike was fast and insidious, completely out of line with the fighting style he had shown earlier.
[Holy crap, such a dirty fighting style. I like it.]
[This is true combat. Forget all the flashy moves; a fatal one-hit strike is the absolute truth.]
The popularity value rose another notch.
Chen Guan's heart remained unruffled. The essence of close combat was to dispatch the enemy using the least amount of effort.
The bald man's reaction wasn't slow. He forcefully twisted his body and raised his knee to block.
Thud!
His knee collided with the handle, and he let out a muffled groan, his entire leg going numb.
Using the recoil force, Chen Guan twisted his body in mid-air, the scythe swinging upward with the momentum, the cold blade gliding right against the bald man's neck.
The hairs all over the bald man's body stood on end. He didn't dare to move a muscle. A piercing chill came from the skin on his neck, and he had no doubt that if the opponent applied even a fraction more force with his wrist, his head would part ways with his body.
"Regarding the promotion ritual, I want to know all the details."
Chen Guan's voice was very steady, devoid of any emotion.
"I... I don't know anything!" the bald man shouted, fierce in appearance but cowardly at heart.
"Is it because your rank is too low?"
The hand holding the scythe pressed down slightly.
Slash.
A thin line of blood appeared on the bald man's neck. It wasn't deep, but it was enough to make him feel the imminent approach of death.
"I'll ask one more time. Location, time, number of participants, and the Cult Master's strength."
"Just kill me! The Cult Master will avenge me!" The bald man gritted his teeth, attempting to display his loyalty.
Chen Guan withdrew his scythe.
The bald man was taken aback, thinking the other party had been intimidated by his backbone, and he just let out a sigh of relief in his heart.
The next second, Chen Guan kicked him right in the back of the knee.
Crack.
The crisp sound of shattering bone was exceptionally clear in the silent night.
The bald man let out a miserable shriek and fell to one knee, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
Chen Guan looked down at him from above, aiming the tip of the scythe at his other intact leg.
"Last three seconds."
[Ruthless, too ruthless. Brother Coffin looks so handsome when he's decisive to kill.]
[This is the demeanor of a powerhouse. You can't show even a bit of mercy to your enemies.]
[He must be like this because he's too worried about the person in the coffin. This is the first time they've been separated for so long, which is why he's so impatient and wants to solve the problem as quickly as possible. Our little Brother Coffin is usually the gentlest.]
Chen Guan glanced at the bullet screen, highly commending the audience's ability to overthink.
"I'll talk! I'll talk!" The bald man completely broke down.
Physical pain was far more torturous than the threat of death.
"The ritual is in three days at the Queen Casino. That's one of our strongholds. The Cult Master is Lord Blood Butcher, with Tier 8 strength. He will bring twenty core cultists to participate in the ritual, all around Tier 6 strength."
After the bald man finished speaking, he carefully tried to observe Chen Guan's expression.
However, before he could even see that face, he had already seen his own shoes.
His head fell to the ground. Chen Guan didn't linger for a moment, turning around and walking away.
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.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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)
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!
