Suan Tianxing's voice echoed through the valley, filled with a desperate despair.
He lowered his head, his fists clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood trickling down through the gaps between his fingers.
How many years!
How many years!
This was truly the first time he had encountered such an exaggerated evil presence in Jiang City!!
That overwhelming malice, that spine-chilling evil...
Suan Tianxing understood that if this evil was not eradicated, the entire world might plunge into an endless abyss!
Su Muwan!! You vile creature!!
And soon.
The white mist at the foot of the mountain began to surge, a powerful aura rising slowly from the depths.
At the same time, a low reverberation echoed: "Suan Tianxing... I am aware of your purpose."
"Rise."
Hearing this voice, Suan Tianxing's heart jolted violently. He lifted his head, his gaze fixed firmly ahead.
There, a robed elder emerged from the mist, his eyes sharp, his expression solemn.
His figure seemed to blend into the very fabric of this world, exuding an infinite majesty and power.
The first generation Heavenly Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain!!
Zhang Tianshan!!
The Ancestor...
Has come out of seclusion!!
Suan Tianxing's pupils dilated in shock.
Why would the Ancestor intervene?
He hurriedly stood up, about to step forward to greet the Ancestor, when suddenly.
Another figure emerged from the white mist.
This figure exuded an extraordinary presence, clad in ancient robes, with a brow that carried both authority and severity.
It was Suan Tianxing's master, the 188th generation Heavenly Master, Zhang Tianquan!!
"Ungrateful disciple!! Kneel down!!"
Zhang Tianquan roared in fury, his voice filled with anger and disappointment.
And as the words fell.
Boom!
A surge of pressure crashed down upon Suan Tianxing's heart.
Thud!
He knelt back down once more.
Pfft!!
He spat out blood, lifting his head with trembling eyes: "Master..."
"Silence!"
Zhang Tianquan cursed angrily: "You little brat, how dare you act recklessly outside!! You've tarnished the reputation of Dragon Tiger Mountain!!"
"Don't think I don't know about all the romantic debts you've left behind at the foot of the mountain!!"
"This time, you must be here to ask the Ancestor to settle your love affairs, aren't you?! Dream on!!"
As he spoke, Zhang Tianquan glanced at the Ancestor beside him, quickly adding: "Ancestor, please leave this ungrateful disciple to me. Let me deal with him severely!"
Sigh...
It's over.
What on earth has this disciple done wrong for the Ancestor to intervene?
Suan Tianxing, hearing this, was on the verge of tears, almost choking as he said: "Master! Disciple knows I was wrong! Disciple will never dare to do it again!"
"But this time it's not that!!"
"Not? Then what is it?! Do not lie!"
It's... it's that Disciple's Heavenly Eye has been ruined/destroyed/disabled!!!
At this point.
Suan Tianxing opened his Heavenly Eye, but what appeared before the two men was a gray, lifeless void.
The Heavenly Eye... ruined?!
Zhang Tianquan's gaze sharpened. He rushed forward abruptly.
His right finger tip rested before Suan Tianxing's eye, golden light flickering.
A scene suddenly flowed into Zhang Tianquan's mind through the Heavenly Eye.
【Roar!!】
【Hiss hiss hiss!!】
That was... a series of mournful screams, like tormented spirits, akin to the demons of hell.
An overwhelming malice...
This is...
"Sigh!!"
Zhang Tianquan retracted his finger, his expression pale as he looked at Suan Tianxing.
His pupils contracted sharply!!
Jiang City... has a great evil presence?!
So that's why... the Ancestor has come out of seclusion... because he sensed this?
He turned his head to look at the Ancestor: "Ancestor... this..."
The first generation Heavenly Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Zhang Tianshan, had lived for who knows how long.
His very being seemed to merge with the heavens and earth, elusive and ever-changing.
He looked at Suan Tianxing's Heavenly Eye, corrupted by the evil presence, and sighed softly: "Calamity approaches, the evil draws near."
"Xiao Quan, gather the various sects."
"Be prepared... to eradicate the evil!"
!!
Gather the various sects?!
Zhang Tianquan's pupils constricted.
This was only seen during the time of the Ghost King's descent, when a hundred ghosts roamed the night!
This great evil in Jiang City... could it be comparable to that time?!
This... is going to change the heavens and earth...
Zhang Tianquan dared not speak further. He quickly replied: "Yes!"
As the words fell.
Zhang Tianquan looked up, but Zhang Tianshan had already vanished without a trace.
A living legend, the first generation Heavenly Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Zhang Tianshan truly lived up to his reputation.
Zhang Tianquan exhaled lightly, then turned his head and glared at Suan Tianxing: "You little brat, get up quickly!"
"Tell me everything you encountered in Jiang City!"
"Yes... this began when Disciple bid farewell to Hana-chan in Cherry Blossom City, then arrived in Jiang City..."
...
...
The next day.
"Yahoo!"
"Finally finished with all the work!"
"It's so comfortable being at home!"
As soon as Su Muwan arrived home, her reliable exterior instantly vanished.
In a flash, she rolled onto the sofa.
She accurately found the remote control and started watching the latest melodramatic drama.
Qin Luo, watching Su Muwan transform the moment she got home, couldn't help but smile wryly.
Alright, Su Muwan had indeed been quite busy these past few days.
Let her relax a bit.
At this moment.
Zhu Lan walked in and said: "Young Mistress, Second Young Mistress is here."
Second Young Mistress?
Su Bailian?
Su Muwan yawned and waved her hand: "Considering she helped out a lot this time."
"Let her in."
"Yes, Young Mistress."
A moment later.
Su Bailian marched in with a confident, haughty demeanor.
She wore a luxurious, custom-made designer dress, the intricate details sparkling with understated opulence.
Her hair was elegantly tied up, a few strands naturally falling by her ears, adding a touch of softness.
Su Bailian's eyes gleamed with confidence and cunning, her lips curving into a perfectly calculated smile.
"Oh, this ring on my hand is really dazzling today~"
"Sister Su, could you take a look and see if it suits me?"
As she spoke, Su Bailian extended her hands, adorned with oversized gemstone rings.
Her expression was brimming with pride.
Su Muwan, however, couldn't be bothered to humor this little white lotus. She rolled her eyes and complained, "Su Bailian, you've decked out every possible spot on your body, haven't you?"
"Looks like you've reaped quite a lot from the Song family!"
"Hehe~ That's right~ This is a masterpiece crafted by the renowned master of the mortal realm, Master Qingshui... worth..."
"So just spit it out!"
"You! Hmph!"
Su Bailian was choked off, her expression turning angry.
But, as if remembering something.
She suddenly became gleeful, pointing at the lazily lounging Su Muwan, she said: "Su Muwan! Didn't you promise me something?"
"What?"
“Didn’t you say that if I became the Rakshasa Palace’s Palace Master, you’d go eat shit!”
"Now! Not only have I taken over the Rakshasa Palace! I've even seized the Song family! What about you! Are you going to keep your promise?"
Su Bailian looked triumphantly at Su Muwan.
Haha! Finally caught you this time, Su Muwan!
Weren't you very arrogant?
Now show me that arrogance again!
At this remark.
Su Muwan was first taken aback.
Then...
Her expression stiffened.
She immediately felt guilty: "I... did I say that?"
"You did! You said it!"
"But you didn't become the Rakshasa Palace's Palace Master."
"I've turned everyone inside against each other!"
"But you didn't become the Rakshasa Palace's Palace Master."
"I even took over the family assets! Isn't that enough?"
"But you didn't become the Rakshasa Palace's Palace Master."
"You! Su Muwan! You're untrustworthy!"
Su Bailian was so furious her eyes reddened. She had worked so hard!
All she wanted was for Su Muwan to eat shit, how hard could that be?!
Seeing Su Bailian on the verge of tears again.
Su Muwan rolled her eyes dramatically, waving her hand: "Fine, fine, I'll eat, okay?"
"?"
Su Bailian was momentarily stunned, her tears drying up.
Then she suspiciously asked: "Are you serious?"
"Would I lie?"
Su Muwan snorted: "But you misheard. What I actually said wasn't about eating shit."
"?"
"Then what was it?"
"It was..."
Su Muwan's eyes darted around, her tongue flicking over her lips.
She suddenly grabbed Qin Luo's hand.
Then, in Qin Luo's stunned expression.
Su Muwan lightly opened her mouth: "Ah~ Mmm~"
Gently nibbling on Qin Luo's fingertip.
After finishing, she covered her mouth, her eyes flickering, and her face turning red as she said, "I meant... eating... hands..."
The room fell silent.
Su Bailian's pupils dilated in shock: !!!
What the hell are you blushing for?!
Is this a punishment?!
This is clearly something you wanted to do yourself!!
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.”
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.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
