"Disciple! Kill them!"
A bone-chilling female voice pierced Jiang Ruoxu's ears.
"Master?"
Jiang Ruoxu was stunned. He couldn’t believe his master was actually ordering him to kill.
"There’s no time to explain. Just know that the Fateweavers’ Association is no good."
"Right now, I’m barely surviving as a spectral entity, my memories half-lost... but I’ve never forgotten those damned ‘Fateweavers’."
Jiang Ruoxu wasn’t stupid. He knew there had to be some deep-seated conflict between his master and the Fateweavers’ Association.
For all he knew, his master’s current state was their doing.
Filled with righteous fury, the young man acted without hesitation, channeling his inner energy.
The full might of a Grandmaster at the peak of his cultivation erupted forth!
No flashy techniques—just two fingers transformed into a blade, aimed straight for one of the black-robed men’s throats.
"Holy shit!" The lead black-robed man instantly panicked.
But Jiang Ruoxu’s fully materialized sword energy passed right through the man as if he were a ghost, dealing no damage whatsoever.
"What the—?" Jiang Ruoxu’s scalp prickled. He had never encountered anything like this.
"Damn, a peak Grandmaster... and he’s not suppressed by the Balance of Mortals? How is that possible?"
"Disciple, run. You’re no match for them."
Jiang Ruoxu’s blood ran cold. He turned and bolted, retreating straight back into the police station.
The two black-robed men exchanged glances as they watched him flee.
"Let’s return to headquarters first. The Balance of Mortals was developed by Jiang Che—he definitely has a high-tier system. Jiang Ruoxu probably has one too, something that exposes and shocks others..."
"Mm." In an instant, the two vanished without a trace.
......
Jiang Ruoxu was badly shaken. This was the first time he’d encountered such an absurd situation.
His attacks couldn’t even land?
Were they ghosts or something?
"Master, what’s going on? What exactly is this Fateweavers’ Association?"
Inside the ring’s spatial realm, Mo Lianxing had fully awakened. Just moments ago, she had nearly exhausted her soul force to strike down those two black-robed men.
But doing so would have scattered her soul completely, erasing her from existence.
This alone showed the depth of her hatred for the Fateweavers’ Association.
"The Fateweavers’ Association is a group composed of individuals blessed with immense fortune. They call themselves the Arbiters of Fate, wielding overwhelming luck. Their influence runs deep, with countless powerful figures among them. At your current level, you’re no match for them."
Jiang Ruoxu scratched his head. "Huh??? They’re that strong? Then why did you tell me to kill them earlier? I almost threw my life away for nothing!"
Mo Lianxing coughed awkwardly. "Ahem... After the Severance of Heaven and Earth, only the ‘Human Pavilion’ remains on Earth, and their strength is... lacking."
She wouldn’t admit that seeing her enemies again had clouded her judgment in the heat of the moment.
"Master, don’t worry. Once I grow stronger, I’ll avenge you. I’ll wipe out that damned Fateweavers’ Association!"
Mo Lianxing fell silent as she watched Jiang Ruoxu brimming with confidence and determination.
Destroy the Human Pavilion, and the Earth Pavilion remains. Destroy the Earth Pavilion, and the Heaven Pavilion remains. Beyond even them lay even more secretive organizations. Just glimpsing the tip of the iceberg was enough to suffocate anyone.
The Fateweavers’ Association’s power was vast and intricate. Sometimes, even recalling it sent involuntary shivers down her spine.
......
Three days later, Xiao Chen was released.
"Tch. A measly local police station actually dared to detain me, Xiao Chen, the Dragon King, for three days?"
Once again, Xiao Chen activated his secret technique: Endure!
Glancing at the time, he frowned. "It’s getting late. I should go home and cook for Ningning."
He scanned a QR code to rent a shared bike, only to freeze in embarrassment.
He had been blacklisted by the bike-sharing company.
"Damn it! All I did was speed a little! Was blacklisting me really necessary?"
Patting the two lonely coins in his pocket, he sighed. No choice—public transport it was.
After a winding journey of over an hour, Xiao Chen finally rushed back to the Ji family home.
"Ningning? You’re off work early today? Let me cook for you."
Ji Ningxue sat on the sofa, legs crossed, lost in thought, while Zhao Li idly munched on sunflower seeds beside her.
The moment Xiao Chen saw Ji Ningxue, his heart swelled with excitement, all his recent frustrations vanishing instantly.
He remained oblivious to the strange tension in the air.
Ji Ningxue lifted her gaze, eyeing him coldly.
Cook?
No matter how good his cooking was... could it compare to Jiang Che’s?
Unconsciously, she compared Xiao Chen to Jiang Che again—and the result was the same: Jiang Che crushed him effortlessly.
"No need to cook." Her voice was icy.
Xiao Chen blinked, then brightened with hope.
Had Ningning finally noticed his efforts? Was she letting him eat at the table today?
"Ningning, my cooking is pretty good. Let me handle it!"
"Did you not hear my daughter, or are you just deaf?" Zhao Li, knowing her daughter’s hesitation, stepped in as the villainous mother-in-law once more.
The moment the "wicked mother-in-law" struck, Xiao Chen instantly deflated.
"Mom, whatever you say." He forced a smile.
"Who’s your mom? Starting today, you’re no longer the Ji family’s son-in-law. Ningning, show him!" Zhao Li nudged Ji Ningxue’s arm.
Ji Ningxue’s eyes flickered slightly as she pulled out a document from behind her.
Written in bold black and white was: Divorce Agreement.
That’s right. Ji Ningxue had planned to wait longer, but her mother’s constant prodding had worn her down.
In the end, she decided to present the divorce papers the moment Xiao Chen returned.
The sight of the document struck Xiao Chen like a thunderbolt.
It took him a long moment to process.
"N-Ningning, you’re joking, right?" The Dragon King’s voice trembled.
Ji Ningxue rubbed her temples irritably. "Xiao Chen, let’s get a divorce. This farce has gone on long enough. Our marriage was just my grandfather’s dying wish. I’ll give you 20 million as compensation."
Xiao Chen’s entire body went numb, his blood turning to ice. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined... Ningning would divorce him?
"Ningning, did I do something wrong? Tell me, and I’ll change. Just don’t leave me..."
Seeing Xiao Chen on the verge of kneeling, his pitiful groveling only deepened Ji Ningxue’s disgust.
"Xiao Chen, this divorce is non-negotiable. Three years, and I feel nothing for you. I won’t waste my life on a useless man."
"And look at you—so quick to kneel, without a shred of dignity. Do you know how much ridicule I’ve endured because of you these past three years? You’re nothing but a stain on my life!"
Ji Ningxue had completely torn off the facade—after all, she had lost all patience with Xiao Chen!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
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.”
