"This is so infuriating!"
Thrown out the window, Huang Feiyan angrily clenched her fists. She was so mad she was practically fuming.
"Hmph... Transform!"
The fist-sized little phoenix held her breath until her face turned red. Then, surrounded by a crimson fiery glow, a burst of light flashed.
In an instant, a petite and adorable girl appeared. She was less than 1.4 meters tall, a few centimeters shorter than Yu Wan'er. Her fiery red long hair was tied into twin-tails, and her palm-sized little face revealed the same tsundere expression as Yu Wan'er.
However, there was one thing Yu Wan'er could never compare to, and that was her figure!
Let's put it this way: Huang Feiyan was two or three centimeters shorter than Yu Wan'er, but while Yu Wan'er weighed only 70 jin, she weighed 75 jin. As for where those extra five jin went... that goes without saying.
A true baby-faced...
"Ah—why didn't my wings transform properly?" the girl exclaimed in surprise.
Her shapeshifting skills were clearly lacking. What should have been two arms had transformed into wings, making her look quite comical.
"Thank goodness... Jiang Che didn't see this, or I'd be done for."
Then, Huang Feiyan reverted back into a furball-sized little phoenix.
"Although there was a slight mistake in this transformation, I will definitely succeed completely next time," the little phoenix secretly cheered herself on.
As long as she could become Jiang Che's woman, wouldn't she have everything?
During this time, she had stayed by the side of Jiang Che's girls and often overheard many things. Jiang Che seemed to have a very powerful sharing system?
Even though Huang Feiyan hadn't been out of her shell for long, she had a lot of little schemes.
However, from a certain perspective, the twin-tailed little loli Huang Feiyan just transformed into could indeed wrap Jiang Che around her finger. After all, it was common knowledge... Young Master Jiang was a lolicon.
...
Tianyin Immortal Peak.
A thin figure leaned against the roots of a tree. In front of the tree stood a stone tablet. It was clearly a cenotaph that Tian Chan had made for Yun Ya.
Although Jiang Che said he could resurrect Junior Sister Yun Ya, in Tian Chan's eyes... Junior Sister Yun Ya had died by dissolving her own body. The probability of her being resurrected was almost zero!
Her cultivation had now reached the Supreme Immortal Emperor Realm; she had already walked the path of immortality to its absolute pinnacle.
That Evil Emperor Ji Qingyi from the Evil Spirit Plane had once said she could use the power of evil spirits to resurrect Junior Sister Yun Ya. It sounded feasible... but thinking about it carefully, it was still a fantasy.
Because her junior sister had died by self-dissolution, not by being killed!
Dying by self-dissolution was equivalent to directly melting away one's immortal origin, forever excluded from reincarnation. No matter who came, it would be of no use. Even if that Evil Emperor possessed heaven-defying means to resurrect Junior Sister Yun Ya, would the resurrected Yun Ya... still be the Junior Sister Yun Ya she knew?
She would just be a similar flower, nothing more.
"Hehe... Junior Sister."
Tian Chan leaned sideways, holding a wine jar in her arms. Her clothes were already soaked with liquor, and her eyes were extremely blurry. Yet, a trace of despair still showed in the depths of her eyes; even alcohol could not numb her.
Surrounding her were hundreds of wine jars. She, who hadn't touched a drop of alcohol since birth... had now become a drunkard.
However, she didn't know... her deeply missed Junior Sister Yun Ya had not only survived but was even preparing to nurture a new life.
Unfortunately, Yun Ya's luck with pregnancy wasn't great; despite trying for so long, she still hadn't conceived.
After chugging a few more mouthfuls of immortal wine, Tian Chan collapsed onto the ground in a drunken stupor. Lying on the dirt, she stared blankly at the sky as two streams of clear tears slid down her eyes.
She was now growing increasingly regretful, regretting that she hadn't recognized her own heart sooner.
If she had abandoned the so-called righteous path earlier, Junior Sister Yun Ya wouldn't have despaired to the point of dissolving her own body in front of all the immortals. It was equivalent to directly nailing her to death with a spear, making her forever unable to let go of her mistakes.
"Tian Chan, the dead are gone... Your sorrow is of no use anymore."
A figure walked out from the barrier. Dressed in green, her hair tied in a high ponytail cascading down to her waist, she carried a slender immortal sword on her back.
Sword Venerable Qinglian, Li Qinghuan.
Tian Chan raised her eyes and glanced at Li Qinghuan. Obviously... she had intentionally let Li Qinghuan in. Otherwise, with her current cultivation, the barrier she set up... even Sword Venerable Qinglian wouldn't be able to break into it.
Tian Chan gave a self-deprecating smile, then pushed out the wine jar in her hand. "You came at the perfect time. Drink!"
Li Qinghuan's thin lips curled into a smile. "Drink! Perfect... I recently happened to acquire a few jars of good wine, I'll share some with you."
With a wave of the woman's hand, an antique jar of immortal wine impressively appeared in her grasp.
[Guest of Forgetfulness]
Sword Venerable Qinglian sat down cross-legged. This jar of Guest of Forgetfulness was a supreme immortal wine she had requested from Jiang Che. After all, Jiang Che had taken down all the wine-related items in her sub-system, not even leaving her a single bottle of cheap liquor.
If she wanted to taste immortal wine, she could only ask Jiang Che for it. For a supreme immortal wine like Guest of Forgetfulness, Jiang Che would only give her one jar a month, treating it as a sort of allowance.
But how could she share the immortal wine she had worked so hard to earn with Tian Chan? This conversation with Tian Chan was just a task Jiang Che had given her, and this jar of immortal wine was considered a tip.
"Immortal wine? Perfect timing..." Tian Chan reached out to grab the wine, but her hand was slapped away by Li Qinghuan.
"Tian Chan, this immortal wine is called Guest of Forgetfulness. After drinking it, you will forget all your sorrows... just like drinking Meng Po's Soup by the River of Forgetfulness."
Sword Venerable Qinglian had also drunk Guest of Forgetfulness before, but she was used to heavy drinking in her daily life and had almost no sorrows... Even if she did have sorrows, it was the sorrow of having no wine to drink!
"Guest of Forgetfulness? Let me taste it..."
Channeling her immortal energy, Tian Chan directly snatched the wine jar from Li Qinghuan's hands. Opening the jar with one hand, she fiercely gulped down a few mouthfuls of the immortal wine.
"Hey, hey, hey... don't you freaking waste it!" Li Qinghuan's eyes widened in anger as she watched helplessly while countless drops of the precious liquor flowed down onto Tian Chan's collarbone and clothes.
And then—she did something completely devoid of moral integrity: she went straight in and started licking it!
It absolutely could not be wasted!
...
"Hic—"
Tian Chan was completely drunk and dizzy. Having drunk so much immortal wine earlier, she only looked drunk but hadn't felt the slightest bit intoxicated. However, the kick of this Guest of Forgetfulness was truly terrifying; less than half a jar had gotten a Supreme Immortal Emperor dead drunk.
"Junior Sister... I'm so sorry!!!"
Drunk, Tian Chan hugged Yun Ya's tombstone and wailed bitterly, her face covered in snot and tears... She looked utterly miserable.
Showing absolutely no moral integrity, Li Qinghuan pulled out a recording stone. "Sister Chan'er, you can't blame me for this."
Li Qinghuan crouched in front of Tian Chan and tidied up her clothes. It was impossible for any outsiders to enter this place, and Tian Chan was dead drunk, her clothes disheveled and exposing a bit too much skin.
"Mission accomplished!" Li Qinghuan revealed a satisfied smile, and then uploaded the contents of the recording stone onto the Nine Heavens Network.
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?!
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!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.
