The Nine Heavens Immortal War was still ongoing, with nearly a hundred immortal-level combatants already joining the fray.
Of course, battles between high-level immortals were not like the group brawls of lower-level cultivators; they were one-on-one duels.
Boom!
The sea of clouds shattered as Immortal Venerable Mad Blade slashed out a massive galaxy with his dragon blade, his invincible saber intent seeming as if it wanted to tear the sky apart.
But amidst the crisscrossing saber energy of the star sea, a skeletal war spear pierced through the clouds. Spatial ripples surged forward, and a silver mane gleamed with a demonic light under the blood moon!
A four-legged centaur trampled through the void, thrusting the war spear in her hand. It transformed into a bloody meteor that penetrated everything. Even Immortal Venerable Mad Blade's massive glazed golden body cracked inch by inch like frail paper.
From the Evil Spirit Domain, the Heavenly Horse Evil Exalt!
The thrown war spear instantly inflicted heavy damage on a Five-Tribulation Immortal Venerable of the same cultivation level.
"It is over! Immortal Venerable Mad Blade is going to fall!" an immortal exclaimed in shock, but no one went to help him. This was the nature of the immortal war.
Even if an Immortal Venerable was outmatched, they could only face their demise.
And indeed, the Heavenly Horse Evil Exalt was one of the absolute top combatants in the Evil Spirit Domain. Aside from a few Evil Emperors, her status was incredibly high, and her Heavenly Horse War Spear was terrifyingly peerless.
Four iron hooves arrived in front of Immortal Venerable Mad Blade. At this moment, Immortal Venerable Mad Blade was severely wounded. Even his lifebound immortal weapon was being destroyed by the Heavenly Horse War Spear, and only half of his body remained.
"You—"
The Heavenly Horse Evil Exalt looked down at him condescendingly. Although her lower half was the body of a steed, her upper half was that of a peerless beauty. She had blood-red hair adorned with a few demonic red plum blossoms, and glazed, seven-colored demonic flowers bloomed at the corners of her eyes.
With an arrogant expression, she slowly raised the war spear in her hand and viciously stabbed it into Immortal Venerable Mad Blade's head!
Immortal Venerable Mad Blade, dead!
The Nine Heavens side was thrown into chaos. This was the first time an Immortal Venerable had fallen!
The most damning part was that the entire scene was broadcast live by Gu Xiaoyao, the battlefield reporter.
Instead of being angry, Gu Xiaoyao was overjoyed. He excitedly pulled out his lifebound immortal weapon and began recording, "In the year one million, one hundred and seventy-six thousand, two hundred of the Heavenly Calendar, Immortal Venerable Mad Blade was nailed to death by the Heavenly Horse Evil Exalt with a single spear strike at the age of 230,000..."
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Meanwhile, Tian Chan was not at the frontline battlefield at all.
"Junior Sister Yunya, where exactly did your supreme-grade Life-Extending Pills come from?"
Tian Chan found Yunya, her cold face showing urgency. Although she already knew that her junior sister Yunya had obtained the immortal pills by currying favor with Jiang Che.
But there was one thing she still could not understand. Would Jiang Che really be that generous?
To actually be willing to take out supreme-grade Life-Extending Pills!
A single supreme-grade Life-Extending Pill could extend one's lifespan by ten thousand years. Was he really that kind-hearted?
After she left, just what kind of torment did Junior Sister Yunya endure to obtain five hundred supreme-grade Life-Extending Pills from Jiang Che!
"Senior Brother... Yun'er is fine, you do not need to overthink it." Yunya lowered her eyes. She still maintained her delicate and frail appearance, looking incredibly pitiful.
This look of Yunya's would easily make her the quintessential tragic, beautiful female lead in a romance novel.
Of course, she truly did suffer quite a bit with Jiang Che. The terrifying price for five hundred supreme-grade Life-Extending Pills went without saying!
Something is wrong! This is completely wrong!
Tian Chan instantly snapped back to reality. Junior Sister Yunya's emotional state was clearly abnormal!
Although she had always been quiet and not fond of talking in the past, her eyes would always sparkle whenever she looked at her. But now... the light in Junior Sister Yunya's eyes was gone.
"Yunya! Tell me... did you go find Jiang Che?!"
Tian Chan grabbed Yunya's pale hand, asking a question to which she already knew the answer!
Yunya lowered her eyelids, then slowly raised her eyes, looking as if she were about to shatter.
What Tian Chan did not know was that Jiang Che had already told Yunya about her visit to the Heavenly Dao Palace. Yunya knew very well that Tian Chan's current actions were just her feigning ignorance.
After all, Yunya had stayed with Jiang Che for three days. Inside Jiang Che's hundred-fold time compression array, that was equivalent to three hundred days!
Jiang Che and this Immortal Sovereign Yunya had talked about absolutely everything.
"Senior Brother... you do not need to worry about me. Yun'er only wanted to help you, nothing more."
Seeing Yunya like this made Tian Chan feel even worse.
Endless guilt surged into her heart, further exacerbating the cracks in her Dao heart.
"Junior Sister, why put yourself through this? I only said those things to you back then because I was temporarily out of options. Why did you take it seriously?"
"That Jiang Che is not a good man!"
Tian Chan had lived for ten thousand years and could count the number of times she had lied on one hand. Now, she truly experienced what it meant to need a thousand lies to cover up a single one.
Inadvertently, Tian Chan's gaze caught sight of Yunya's constantly concealed arm, and her pupils suddenly shrank!
"Junior Sister Yunya... where is your Shougongsha?!"
An extremely absurd feeling washed over her. She grabbed Yunya and rolled up her sleeve. The lotus-like arm was no longer snow-white, marred by glaring marks. Most importantly... her Shougongsha, the mark of chastity, was gone.
"How is this possible?"
"How is this possible? Junior Sister, you are a Three-Tribulation Immortal Sovereign. How could that Jiang Che commit such an overstepping act?"
It completely defied common sense!
"Senior Brother... are you worried about me?" Yunya slowly raised her eyes, a smile actually forming on her face, though the smile seemed somewhat sickly.
"I—" Tian Chan panicked.
Faced with Junior Sister Yunya's frantic pursuit, she had never dared to confront it because her true identity was that of a woman, yet her feelings for Yunya were hard to articulate.
"How could that Jiang Che possibly do it? There is a fundamental difference between mortals and immortals!" Tian Chan broke down. The reason she had not worried about Junior Sister Yunya's safety was precisely because of this barrier; she believed Jiang Che was destined to be unable to actually do anything.
But looking at it now... she had been completely wrong!
"It is fine. Yun'er will always share your burdens," Yunya said softly.
"Jiang Che is no ordinary mortal to begin with. The barrier between mortals and immortals only binds mortals; it cannot bind those from the heavens."
Yunya's voice sounded somewhat desolate.
Tian Chan fell silent. Junior Sister Yunya was indeed right. Jiang Che was the disciple of the Taiqing Sword Immortal. His origins were incredibly mysterious, and he had inherited most of the treasures of the Ancient Heavenly Court. Who was to say there were not treasures in that vault capable of turning a mortal into an immortal?
"He... he... Junior Sister Yunya, I am the one who wronged you!"
Tian Chan already felt guilty towards Yunya, and at this moment, she wished she could slap herself twice.
Yunya had always been devoted to her, but due to various reasons, she could not accept her love, leading to this utterly terrible situation.
"It is fine. Even if I am no longer worthy of you now, my heart will forever stand on the same front as yours," Yunya said softly and gently.
For some unknown reason, seeing Senior Sister Tian Chan's regretful and agonized appearance actually gave rise to an infinite sense of twisted satisfaction in her heart!
It was just like the trope where abusing the wife feels great for a moment, but chasing her back is a living hell, except this was a Yuri and NTR version!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.”
