Time passed, and night fell.
The wind howled through the darkness.
"Whoooooosh—"
The young mistress was fast asleep.
Qin Luo carefully tucked the blankets around Su Muwan, ensuring she slept soundly. Only then did he silently turn away.
With a flicker of movement, his figure vanished, reappearing as a shadowy silhouette atop the roof outside. The ink-black night swallowed him whole.
He stood motionless, like a specter born of the darkness.
After a moment, Qin Luo slowly raised a hand to his face.
In an instant—
Whoosh!
Eerie black flames erupted from nowhere, crawling and spreading along his fingertips. In the blink of an eye, his once-gentle features were consumed by a swirling void, his face now a terrifying vortex of darkness, his features hidden beneath the raging inferno.
His black trench coat was likewise engulfed by the sinister flames, the dark fire licking at its edges and sleeves, dancing wildly in the night.
The wind grew fiercer, howling against the flames, yet Qin Luo remained unmoved. The aura radiating from him infused the cold night with an even deeper sense of dread.
"Ha..."
Qin Luo exhaled a wisp of black mist, tilting his head toward the sky. His voice, layered with multiple tones, murmured, "Night has finally come..."
The power of shadows could only be fully unleashed under the cover of darkness.
The plan was nearly ready.
Time to begin...
Plan B.
Also known as—
The [Destiny Transfer] Plan!
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Ling Xiao Sect.
Inside a cultivation chamber.
A man sat cross-legged at the center, deep in meditation. His posture was upright, his moon-white robes accentuating his noble bearing.
Hum!
As spiritual energy surged around him, the man's closed eyelids trembled.
But the next moment—
Snap!
The energy shattered.
"Cough!"
The man spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes snapping open in frustration. "Damn it... Another failure..."
His name was Ling Yu, the personal disciple of the Ling Xiao Sect's sect master and the senior brother among all disciples. His cultivation had reached the peak of the Domain Realm, just one step away from breaking through to the Spirit Origin Realm.
But alas...
"Tch."
Ling Yu clenched his fists. "Failed again..."
Could it be... that what Xiao Fei had said was true?
[Senior Brother, talent isn’t something you can bridge just through effort.]
[Just watch, Senior Brother. I’ll be the first disciple in Ling Xiao Sect to reach the Spirit Origin Realm.]
[And then the True Spirit Realm! The Sovereign Realm! And beyond that—the Supreme Realm! I’ll become the strongest man in the world!]
Ling Yu still remembered the scene when he had first guided his newly enrolled junior brother through the sect’s rules. Back then, Xiao Fei had been so young and brash, lazily flipping through a book by the door, his face alight with confidence as he stretched a hand toward the sky.
At the time, Ling Yu had thought his Initiation Realm junior was just overly confident.
But later, he realized his mistake.
First place in the Cave Competition. First in the Sect Trials. First in the Grand Sect Tournament. Turning the tide in the Sect War...
Countless opportunities piled up, propelling Xiao Fei to become the first disciple in Ling Xiao Sect to break through to the Spirit Origin Realm—and eventually, even to the Sovereign Realm!
He had elevated Ling Xiao Sect to heights it was never meant to reach.
That day, when Ling Yu watched Xiao Fei standing high above, single-handedly holding off an army of enemies, he understood one thing:
True geniuses existed in this world.
But then...
After the apocalyptic war, the Sovereign fell.
The Frostfiend Demons claimed victory.
And Ling Xiao Sect, now exposed to the world, plummeted back into obscurity.
Worst of all...
Ling Yu stared bitterly at his scarred fists.
His talent... really was limited to the Domain Realm, wasn’t it?
Just as the thought crossed his mind—
A sudden, overwhelming sense of dread seized his heart like a tidal wave.
His eyes flew open, sharp gaze shattering the chamber’s tranquility. At the same time, the candles in the room flickered violently, as if caught in a gale, nearly extinguishing.
Who’s there?!
Ling Yu leapt to his feet, sword already drawn as he scanned the room warily.
The next instant—
Whoosh!
Qin Luo’s figure materialized like a ghost in the darkest corner of the chamber.
In that moment, the flames turned black, plunging the room into an eerie, oppressive gloom.
Ling Yu’s pulse spiked as he whirled toward the corner, an inexplicable unease rising in his chest.
There, wreathed in black fire that devoured all light, stood a figure whose face was nothing but a swirling void of darkness—a vortex so deep it seemed to pull at the very soul.
His black trench coat billowed, every flicker of flame exuding a bone-chilling aura. The temperature plummeted, the cold seeping into Ling Yu’s bones like knives.
Qin Luo’s hollow gaze locked onto Ling Yu as a layered, distorted voice echoed through the room:
"Ling Yu."
!!
He knows my name?!
Human?
Monster?
No time to think.
Ling Yu reacted instantly, his body moving like lightning as he lunged forward.
Every instinct screamed at him—this thing was dangerous.
He had to go all out!
His spiritual sword, wreathed in surging energy, shot straight toward Qin Luo with pinpoint precision. The blade’s glow flared, shredding the frigid air in its path.
At the same time, Ling Yu chanted an incantation, activating the sword’s embedded spell:
"Stars converge, blade shines bright,
Spirit’s gate, purge the blight!!!"
BOOM!
As the words left his lips, the sword split into multiple spectral blades, attacking from all angles to seal off any escape.
For a moment, the chamber was a storm of intersecting lights, dazzling and deadly.
Under Ling Yu’s precise control, the blades homed in relentlessly on Qin Luo.
Smoke billowed, and Ling Yu seized the opening. With a roar—
"Now!"
He gripped the sword with both hands, pouring half his remaining energy into a single, devastating thrust aimed straight at the heart of the smoke—where Qin Luo stood!
The enemy hadn’t even dodged. He must have been too slow to react!
This combo was a technique Ling Yu had honed over hundreds of thousands of repetitions!
Even if it didn’t kill, it would at least cripple the foe. At the very least, he could buy time until the elders arrived!
How about that?!
Ling Yu’s blade pierced deep into the figure’s torso, his grip iron-tight as the smoke began to clear. The tension in his chest eased.
"Got y—"
His voice died in his throat.
Ling Yu froze.
His sword had run clean through the figure’s body—yet there was no blood.
Instead, the wound burned with thick, writhing black mist, tendrils of which slithered up the blade like living things, coiling toward Ling Yu’s arm.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
"How...?!"
His full-power strike had passed through like the man wasn’t even there. Was this thing not even solid?!
He tried to yank the sword back—but it was stuck fast, as if held by an unshakable force.
In that instant, a viscous black mist coiled up the sword hilt and wrapped around his arm.
Qin Luo remained standing silently, his hollow, burning face showing no trace of emotion as his voice—a haunting blend of multiple tones—echoed once more: "This strike is indeed worthy of T1."
"Too bad... I can phase through it."
[Shadow Phasing: At sunset, you may actively phase your body, becoming untouchable to all.]
T1??
Phasing??
What is he talking about?
Ling Yu's eye twitched violently, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He desperately channeled his spiritual energy, trying to break free from this eerie restraint, shouting, "What the hell are you?!"
But the only response was Qin Luo's bone-chilling silence.
Qin Luo opened his palm and, under Ling Yu's horrified gaze, slowly pressed it against his face.
A dense black mist crawled over Ling Yu's features.
"GAAAAAH—!!!"
Excruciating pain erupted. Ling Yu's pupils contracted sharply.
In these final moments, an inexplicable image of his junior brother flashed through his mind.
Xiao Fei...
If only you were still here...
The Ling Xiao Sect... is in grave danger!!!
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.
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."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
