Above the grand hall.
Clad in a hint of green, Li Qinghuan grasped her immortal sword. With a light twist of her pale wrist, she brought forth a three-inch cold gleam. The silver bell on her sword tassel echoed in the air, making her entire being resemble a sharp immortal sword.
"Shaving the moon for paper, cutting the wind for a blade." As the woman wielded her immortal sword, she chanted incantations, causing countless streams of sword qi to whistle sharply.
A Sword Venerable performing a sword dance... this was not a scene just anyone could witness.
Of course, calling it a sword dance... actually lacked much aesthetic appeal. Given Li Qinghuan's personality... how could she possibly dance with an immortal sword? Everything she practiced were killing moves!
The crucial point was that this woman actually thought she was dancing beautifully.
"One sword, two swords, three or four swords."
"Five swords, six swords, seven or eight swords."
"A thousand swords, ten thousand swords, countless swords."
"Tearing the heavens apart until nothing is seen."
Dancing with a sword while composing poetry was a bit too eccentric. If it weren't for her good looks, Young Master Jiang would have slapped her long ago.
Jiang Che sat high up in the hall, sipping immortal tea brewed from the ancient Dao Enlightenment Tea Tree. His eyes were entirely focused on this female Sword Venerable. Truth be told... Li Qinghuan's figure was indeed quite nice. As expected of an old woman who had been developing for over a hundred thousand years, her future children would never go hungry.
A slender immortal sword was swung by Li Qinghuan, making whooshing sounds and generating various anomalies in the void. With the power of a Sword Venerable... her full strength could even tear apart an entire star sector with a single strike.
Li Qinghuan danced very diligently. She even prepared to show Jiang Che a fancy trick.
[I once watched a mortal woman perform a sword dance to arouse a man's affection. At the very end of the dance... she used a move called White Rainbow Piercing the Sun, pressing the blade against his throat, intimidating but not harming him, delivering a fatal temptation...]
And so, she imitated that sword dance technique!
Dancing with the sword, she took small, quick steps toward Jiang Che. Of course... in Jiang Che's eyes, her movements looked like a shaman's trance dance, completely devoid of any beauty.
"Hah!"
For the final move of the sword dance, she tapped the ground with one foot and thrust her immortal sword straight toward Jiang Che's throat!
Jiang Che's eyes widened. Damn... is this woman trying to assassinate me?!
Li Qinghuan's sword gleam pressed against Jiang Che's throat... but she didn't stop her hand as she had imagined!
Her immortal sword was a peerless immortal artifact refined over a hundred thousand years. Just a few days ago, she had helped the sword spirit evolve, turning the weapon into a peak Six-Tribulation immortal artifact. At this moment, the sword spirit was a bit out of control and quite arrogant!
Thus—
With a squelch, the blade pierced right through Jiang Che's throat. The soul of the sword spirit instantly channeled the power of the Sword Dao to destroy Jiang Che's Immortal Dao origin.
[Beep! The host has died. Triggering resurrection card...]
Li Qinghuan was terrified, so scared that the immortal sword trembled and fell from her hand.
"You sword spirit! What have you done!!!"
It happened so fast that Li Qinghuan didn't even have time to react.
[Didn't you tell me to kill him?]
"Kill my foot!!! That was a performance! You... you've completely ruined me!"
At this moment, she wanted to cry but had no tears. She threw herself beside Jiang Che's corpse, only to find that even his life origin had been obliterated by the Sword Dao.
"Impossible, how could he die? Isn't he protected by a Supreme Immortal Emperor? How could he be stabbed to death with one sword?"
She was truly dumbfounded!
With the Immortal Dao origin obliterated, even an Immortal Emperor could not resurrect him, unless it was an Immortal Emperor-level cultivator who mastered the Great Dao powers of time, space, and karma to mend the flaws of heaven!
"Jiang... Jiang Che, it was the sword spirit that killed you... not me!"
However, the very next second, she was stunned.
She saw that Jiang Che's body, which had been completely dead, was slowly recovering. His wounds were healing anew. This ability was extremely bizarre, lacking even the slightest fluctuation of Great Dao aura.
He just miraculously resurrected just like that!!!
For Li Qinghuan, who had just sobered up, this was as terrifying as a corpse suddenly springing back to life.
"You... you..."
Jiang Che: "..."
He was completely speechless. Was there something wrong with this woman's brain? She actually accidentally stabbed him to death while performing a sword dance?
It was a good thing he, Jiang Che, possessed the ability of immortality. If it were anyone else, they would have been dead without even a speck of dust left. Enjoying a sword dance was truly a life-threatening activity.
"Heh... Assassinating me? That's an additional crime!"
Hearing this, Li Qinghuan's eyes instantly widened!
Even she couldn't see through Jiang Che's resurrection method just now. His life origin had been completely obliterated... how exactly did he come back to life?
Logically speaking, her cultivation was that of a Five-Tribulation Immortal Venerable; calling her a half-step Immortal Emperor wouldn't be an exaggeration. Even if those Immortal Emperors who mastered the power of time and space took action... she would definitely be able to sense it.
But just now, she hadn't sensed anything at all, and Jiang Che had simply resurrected.
[Could it be... is this the method of a Supreme Immortal Emperor? It truly is terrifyingly powerful!]
But right now, she had no time to think about all that—
Her wine debt hadn't been fully paid off yet, and now she owed Jiang Che a life. How was she supposed to repay this?
"Don't ever do a sword dance again, and definitely don't compose poetry. Just watching it gives this young master a headache."
Jiang Che waved his hand, his face full of disgust.
This woman was the clumsiest woman he had ever met, bar none!
Li Qinghuan felt incredibly awkward.
Although she didn't know what method Jiang Che had used to resurrect, she was certain... the price must have been steep. After all, it was an ability that could restore a life origin.
"Young Master Jiang... I was wrong. It was my sword spirit! It was a problem with the sword spirit of my immortal artifact!"
As if thinking of something, the woman directly brought out her immortal sword. The slender, entirely silver-white immortal sword... gleamed with a piercing cold light. A Six-Tribulation immortal artifact!!!
Furthermore, it had rarely birthed a spirit of the Sword Dao. Within the Nine Heavens... it was extremely rare for a magical artifact to nurture sentience. The higher the tier of the artifact... the lower the probability of it developing sentience, because once an artifact gained sentience, it would have its own independent thoughts.
For example, just now, Li Qinghuan was almost screwed to death by her own sword spirit!
"You sword spirit! Come out here right now!"
Li Qinghuan's delicate brows furrowed coldly. With a sharp shout, she lightly shook the immortal sword.
Then, the immortal sword was seen levitating out of thin air. Light and shadows emerged, gradually transforming into a petite humanoid figure.
A little loli with twin ponytails stood with her hands on her hips, her cheeks puffed out. One look was enough to tell that she had an extremely fiery temper!
"Li Qinghuan! How can you blame me? You thrust the blade right at his neck... I thought you were telling me to kill him!" The little loli sword spirit bared her fangs, and with a whoosh, a small silver sword appeared in her hand, looking very much like she was ready to brawl with Li Qinghuan.
Li Qinghuan was so angry she was practically fuming. It was all her own fault for being too soft-hearted. On the day the sword spirit was born, she had relented and chosen not to erase its sentience. As a result, this sword spirit had grown into a little demon who would pick a fight with the heavens, the earth, and the very air itself.
"Young... Young Master Jiang, this sword spirit has been utterly spoiled by me on normal days..." Li Qinghuan covered the little loli's mouth while giving Jiang Che an apologetic smile.
"Spoiled me? You need to touch your conscience when you speak! Ever since the day I was born... I've had to fetch wine for you every day, steal wine, brew wine, and even kill people for you... How are you even human?!"
Well then, what a pair of bickering rivals!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
