“I don’t care what grudge you hold against Jiang Che, but now he is my husband, and you will not lay a hand on him.”
Di Zhao’s tone was indifferent as she spoke. Though she was captured and outmatched by the Evil Sovereign at this moment, her demeanor showed no fear toward Ji Qingyi.
Ji Qingyi’s eyes flickered as she pondered something in silence.
“You may go,” Ji Qingyi said, releasing the restraints on Di Zhao.
With the restraints lifted, the pressure on Di Zhao disappeared instantly. Yet at the same time, a sharp, cutting intent flashed in her eyes as she looked at Ji Qingyi.
She saw a blood feud burning in Ji Qingyi’s gaze toward Jiang Che. If this woman was not eliminated… she would undoubtedly become a great threat in the future.
Without a second thought, Di Zhao immediately purchased numerous item cards from Jiang Che’s system.
[Ding! Di Zhao consumes 2 billion points to purchase the supreme-level item card ‘Super Fatal Blow.’]
[Ding! Di Zhao consumes 300 million points to purchase the supreme-level item card ‘Paralysis Lock.’]
[Ding! Di Zhao consumes…]
In one go, Di Zhao spent billions of points to purchase countless item cards.
Among them was the Super Fatal Blow item card!
It was worth noting that this Super Fatal Blow item card was a newly released item in Jiang Che’s system shop.
While the regular Fatal Blow card only had the limited effect of killing one true life of the target, the Super Fatal Blow card could relentlessly pursue until the enemy was completely annihilated!
As such, its price was a staggering 2 billion points.
…
Di Zhao instantly crushed all these item cards and hurled them at Ji Qingyi.
Ji Qingyi’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. Clearly, she had not anticipated that Di Zhao would dare to attack her despite the vast disparity in their power.
“Heh… This aura of supremacy over all things—it’s unmistakably his work,” Ji Qingyi said with a cold laugh.
“It seems he intends to use you to punish me, doesn’t he?” Her smile carried a hint of self-mockery.
“But… after a million years, I am no longer the weak and powerless person I once was!”
As Di Zhao’s crushed item cards took effect, waves of terrifying conceptual power surged forward.
The first was ‘Paralysis Lock,’ which ignored all causality and forcibly immobilized the target for one ke, or fifteen minutes.
In the past, Jiang Che had used this paralysis technique to lock down Tian Chan, forcing even an Unrivaled Immortal Emperor to remain still for a full quarter-hour.
But against Ji Qingyi, an exception began to emerge!
Ji Qingyi’s power was enough to resist this conceptual force. Despite the powerful immobilization technique, she struggled to rise.
The paralysis technique even manifested into a giant net, firmly trapping her.
Endless demonic energy surged from within the woman as she resisted. The Demonic Path was not part of the Three Thousand Great Daos, and Ji Qingyi’s ability placed her as one of the most powerful beings aside from Yu Wan’er’s mysterious father, Yu Chuan. Her cultivation even surpassed that of her senior sister, the Devil Empress.
“Boom—”
In an instant, she broke free from the paralysis restraint.
But the next moment, the force of the Fatal Blow item card descended!
It was worth noting that Yu Wan’er had once used several Fatal Blow cards against her mysterious father. Though she failed to kill him completely, she had at least severely wounded him.
Di Zhao was bold enough to directly unleash the Super Fatal Blow card, truly aiming to annihilate Ji Qingyi.
Ji Qingyi frowned, channeling all her power. A pitch-black Great Dao origin materialized before her, surging with endless demonic black Qi. Her stunning face was shrouded by this demonic darkness.
The conceptual power condensed by the Fatal Blow was like Odin’s thrown Gungnir, never ceasing until it erased its target.
For an existence of Ji Qingyi’s level, she could not dodge it. She could only try her best to endure this strike!
Hundreds of demonic sacrificial puppets were shattered in an instant!
Yet the Fatal Blow’s effect persisted.
The Fatal Blow item card crushed through all of Ji Qingyi’s defenses like a landslide, not even allowing her true life to save her.
Ji Qingyi’s body cracked and splintered, her immortal origin collapsed. She had spent a full million years perfecting her Demonic Path, only to be reduced to her original state by an item card worth 2 billion points.
“Why?!!!”
A piercing scream erupted as Ji Qingyi, engulfed by the Super Fatal Blow card, went completely berserk.
She burst out of the demonic black mist, her hair disheveled, looking like a vengeful spirit. All her life-saving measures were activated… but still, she could not stop the terrifying conceptual force.
She could even feel her spirit being torn away—a horrifying sensation she had only ever experienced from her master, the Demon Ancestor.
Di Zhao instinctively stepped back two paces. Were the item cards in her husband’s system really this terrifying?
This Evil Sovereign, Ji Qingyi, could trample her, an Unrivaled Immortal Emperor, with ease. Yet a single 2-billion-point item card could obliterate an Evil Sovereign like her?
Glancing at the remaining 500 billion points in the family system, Di Zhao’s heart trembled. This meant… her husband could annihilate at least 300 beings of Ji Qingyi’s caliber?
…
“Pfft—”
Ji Qingyi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, her entire presence wilting. Her stunning face turned pale and pitiful.
Whether it was her former master, the Demon Ancestor, or Jiang Che now, their methods were all equally terrifying.
Ji Qingyi gave up resisting, ready to face death. The gap was far too enormous… she saw no hope of revenge.
Once, she naively believed that forging her unique Demonic Path would allow her to reach an unparalleled realm and defeat the Demon Ancestor. But now, it seemed childish and laughable.
Yet just as the Super Fatal Blow item card was about to fully annihilate Ji Qingyi, a red hairpin flew out from her bosom.
The moment the item card touched the red hairpin, all its terrifying force dissipated into nothing.
Only a battered Ji Qingyi remained.
At this point, Ji Qingyi could only be described as utterly broken. Countless life-saving measures were destroyed, yet in the final moment, she had been spared.
“Ha… haha! Hahahaha!”
Ji Qingyi suddenly burst into laughter, but it was filled with despair.
[Ding! Host tricked Ji Qingyi, earning 2 billion points.]
[Ding! Host tricked Ji Qingyi, earning 2 billion points.]
[Ding!...]
An overwhelming sense of powerlessness flooded her. She had never even struck at Jiang Che; without showing his face, he had already crushed her. A million years of cultivation… all came to nothing.
Di Zhao frowned, slowly retreating and leaving the scene. She now knew that the system’s item cards could easily suppress this woman—that was enough.
Besides, she had to return and inform her husband about Ji Qingyi’s condition.
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?"
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.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
