"The Grand Primordial Chaos Sword Qi just devoured the essence of over a hundred magic treasures, its foundation growing even thicker by a notch." Ye Xuan closed his eyes and sensed the gray sword threads slowly drifting through his body, nodding with satisfaction. "Next, it's time to elevate the cultivation of this physical form."
With that, Ye Xuan reached out and grabbed, pulling dozens of jade boxes from his storage ring.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The jade boxes burst open one after another, and a dense, suffocating wave of medicinal fragrance instantly flooded the entire stone cavern.
Ten-thousand-year-old purple ginseng, nine-leaf sword grass, heart-of-the-earth fire lotus, Tianshan snow lotus...
These were all heavenly treasures and earthly exotic herbs that the prodigies of various holy lands had risked life and limb to scavenge from the outer perimeter of the Zangtian Abyssal Depths. Any single one of them would be enough to drive a Body Integration stage powerhouse insane with desire.
And at the very center was the legendary "Seven-Colored Dragon Marrow Grass," radiating a prismatic glow, coiled like a miniature true dragon!
"Roar——"
The moment the Seven-Colored Dragon Marrow Grass appeared, a resounding dragon's cry echoed faintly through the cave. This peerless immortal herb had clearly already gained sentience, and it even attempted to break free and fly away.
"Still trying to run?"
Ye Xuan laughed coldly, spreading his five fingers wide as an invisible suction force locked onto the Seven-Colored Dragon Marrow Grass with absolute certainty.
In the world of immortal cultivation, when alchemists refined such divine medicine, they typically needed a top-grade alchemy furnace, supplemented by dozens of rare herbs to neutralize the potency, and then used heavenly earth fire to carefully refine it for forty-nine days before it could be turned into a pill.
Swallowing it directly? The violent medicinal force could instantly burst a Body Integration stage cultivator apart!
But Ye Xuan couldn't care less about such so-called conventions.
He opened his mouth and sucked in with the force of a whale drinking from a river.
"Boom!"
In an instant, dozens of treasured spirit herbs aged thousands or even ten thousand years, along with the most precious Seven-Colored Dragon Marrow Grass, transformed into a surging torrent of medicinal power that Ye Xuan swallowed directly into his belly in one breath!
"Husband, be careful!" Ying'er cried out in alarm, her face full of worry.
But Ye Xuan simply let out a burp.
"Rumble!"
The terrifying medicinal force detonated inside his body. Had this been anyone else, their physical form would have shattered and their soul annihilated in that very moment.
But Ye Xuan's meridians were like an endless ocean trench. No matter how the medicinal force raged like furious waves, his body remained as steady as Mount Tai.
A layer of iridescent light burst forth from Ye Xuan's pores, casting him in the glow of an ancient deity.
The frantic, earth-shattering power of the Seven-Colored Dragon Marrow Grass—enough to completely reshape bones and roots—turned into a miniature seven-colored raging dragon, slamming wildly through his limbs and bones.
But the moment this force touched the dormant gray Grand Primordial Chaos Sword Qi in Ye Xuan's dantian, it was like a mouse meeting a cat. It instantly turned docile, was mercilessly crushed by the sword qi, and transformed into the purest essence of physical energy, feeding back into every inch of his flesh and blood.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
A series of sounds like popping beans rang out from within Ye Xuan's body. His bones began to radiate the luster of jade, and faint golden runes flickered through his marrow. His blood surged like a rushing river, and every heartbeat thundered like war drums being struck.
His cultivation realm also began a savage climb in that moment.
...Void Refinement mid-stage... Void Refinement late-stage... Great Perfection!
Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes, a glint of gray sword light flashing deep within his pupils. Even the void before him rippled slightly from the piercing force of that gaze.
"Hah!"
Ye Xuan exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath. The breath formed into a white vital-qi sword that bored a bottomless hole into the stone wall.
"Though I've only recovered to peak Void Refinement, combined with the Grand Primordial Chaos Sword Qi, even if an old monster at the Body Integration stage came in person, I could cut them down with a single strike." Ye Xuan clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him, and the corner of his mouth curled into a satisfied arc.
He rose to his feet, and his oppressive aura instantly retracted, turning him back into that seemingly ordinary, cultivation-less mortal.
But only Ying'er, who had been by his side the whole time, knew that within this man slept a power capable of annihilating heaven and earth.
"Congratulations, husband, on your great leap in cultivation!" Ying'er's eyes sparkled with adoration, genuinely delighted.
"Come on, this level of cultivation is still far from enough."
Ye Xuan affectionately ruffled Ying'er's hair, his gaze turning toward the deeper reaches of the Zangtian Abyssal Depths—that unknown land shrouded in endless black mist. "I can smell it. At the very heart of the abyss, there's even tastier nourishment waiting for my sword qi."
With that, the white-robed young man took the girl by the hand, dispelled the formation, and with a single step, vanished from the peak of the lonely summit.
Several days later.
Within the Zangtian Abyssal Depths, a name began to spread at a spine-chilling speed.
First, a Void Refinement stage rogue cultivator stumbled out of the second forbidden zone of the abyss.
His storage rings were all gone, even his bonded flying sword had vanished, and his eyes were hollow like a walking corpse.
He grabbed anyone he met by the sleeve, repeating over and over in a completely broken voice: "White-clothed... the White-clothed Man... one slash... he only needed one slash..."
Later, two Void Refinement mid-stage disciples of the Taixuan Heavenly Sect fled from the third level of the abyss at full speed, faces pale with panic.
And then.
The news completely exploded.
"Elder Ge Yun of the Star River Sword Sect, at peak Void Refinement, encountered the White-clothed Man on the fourth level of the abyss. In less than half an incense stick's time, the elder's sect-suppressing sword was shattered by a single strike. His storage ring was stripped clean, and he fled in disgrace. They say even his Dao heart was cracked!"
"Shen Wuji, the Holy Son of the Limitless Holy Land, hailed as the number one prodigy of his generation in seven hundred years of cultivation, having cultivated the Innate Taiji Mystic Art to the ninth layer—couldn't even withstand one move against the White-clothed Man. One move! His Innate Guardian Mystic Shield shattered like a thin shell of ice before that sword qi—it didn't even get a chance to make contact!"
"The most terrifying thing isn't even that. According to cultivators who escaped from the fifth level, a half-step Body Integration old monster, who had been in seclusion for two hundred years and held immense prestige among rogue cultivators, tried to challenge the White-clothed Man... and the result? The old monster's bonded magic treasure was severed by a single sword slash."
"A bonded magic treasure! A half-step Body Integration's bonded magic treasure! That thing is connected to a cultivator's spiritual origin itself. Cutting the bonded treasure is practically crippling half the cultivator's foundation! And the old monster didn't even die on the spot... not because the White-clothed Man couldn't kill him, but because he simply couldn't be bothered. He just told him to get lost."
These reports swept through the gathering grounds at the outer edge of the Zangtian Abyssal Depths like a hurricane. All the cultivators who had not yet entered the deeper layers turned pale. Some immediately aborted their plans to go deeper, while others clustered together, lowering their voices, and over and over again—with a mixture of fear and reverence—debated the same question...
Who was the White-clothed Man, exactly?
And at that very moment, Ye Xuan—the man who had thrown the entire Zangtian Abyssal Depths into panic—was squatting by a stream on the sixth level, idly poking at floating dead leaves with a tree branch.
"Husband!"
A graceful figure in a jade-green dress, her hair bun slightly disheveled, hopped out from between the trees, clutching a large bundle of spirit herbs of all colors, each faintly glowing with spiritual light. As she drew nearer, shallow crimson flushed both her cheeks—clearly from running too fast.
"Husband, look!" Ying'er thrust the bundle of herbs toward Ye Xuan's face. "This is the Seven Stars Life-Restoring Herb, this is the Mysterious Ice Lotus Stamen, and this... this one is the Azure Mystic Return-to-Origin Herb! Thirty years in grade!"
Ye Xuan glanced at it briefly, then turned his head away, returning his gaze to the withered leaf floating on the water's surface.
"Mhm."
Ying'er pouted.
"Husband, can you say more than just that one word 'mhm'?"
"Mhm."
"..."
Ying'er let out a helpless sigh, sat down beside Ye Xuan, and carefully sorted through the bundle of spirit herbs. She laid them one by one on her lap and gently wiped the dew from the leaves with her sleeve.
The sound of the wind through the forest was faint, and from afar came the low growls of wild beasts, carried on the oppressive yin spiritual energy unique to the Burial Heaven Abyss. Yet somehow, the sound held a strange serenity.
"Husband." Ying'er tilted her head, staring at Ye Xuan's profile. After a moment's hesitation, she spoke again. "In these past few days, we've run into quite a few powerful figures. That Elder Ge Yun... I thought he looked pretty strong. That longsword of his seemed extraordinary too—peak Void Refinement cultivation..."
"Trash." Ye Xuan dismissed it lightly, without even lifting his eyelids.
"..." Ying'er paused. "Alright then. And what about that Holy Son Shen Wuji? That Innate Taiji Mystic Art of his—when he spun it up, it really did suck in all the surrounding spiritual energy. That shield of his was airtight..."
"Still trash." Ye Xuan tapped the water with a twig, and the withered leaf traced a small arc.
"Then... that old senior at Half-Step Unity?"
"Trash as well." Ye Xuan finally raised his eyes, his gaze as calm as an ancient well. "Trash is trash. Add the word 'old' to it, and it's just older trash."
Ying'er burst out with a "pfft" laugh at that, then quickly covered her mouth with her hand, glancing around as if worried that the Half-Step Unity "old trash" might suddenly leap out of the woods and hear them.
"Husband, you're wicked." She scolded him softly, a giggle in her voice.
Ye Xuan didn't confirm nor deny it. He rose to his feet, brushed the bits of grass off his hands, and cast a lazy gaze toward the deeper reaches of the Abyss, where that dense black mist—so thick it seemed almost tangible—hung in the air.
"Let's go." He said with an impatient expression. "These upper layers are too shallow; they can't raise anything interesting."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
