Wait a minute.
Chu Yu covered her face, her eyes filled with confusion.
A black-qi-wreathed "Su Bailian" had jumped out, claiming to be the inheritor of the Soul-Devouring Demonic Art.
Her aura and everything she did afterward seemed no different from a true inheritor of the demonic art.
Chu Yu and the masked man had joined forces to drive her away, but when they rushed out of the stone chamber, she saw Su Bailian again.
Instinctively, she chased after her all the way here.
And now...
Someone else had appeared, claiming they too had been attacked by the inheritor of the Soul-Devouring Demonic Art.
This person, with frostbitten scars on his face, introduced himself as Ye Qun.
That alone wouldn’t be too strange.
But...
The masked man then said that inside the stone chamber, he had found Ye Qun’s fluorescent stone and two pools of blackened blood.
So, it was confirmed...
Ye Qun was dead?
Then who was the person who had just claimed to be Ye Qun?
A case of identical names?
That couldn’t just be a coincidence, could it?
Seeing Chu Yu’s bewildered expression, Wang Yan sighed. "Chu Yu, the person you saw... might not have been Su Bailian."
Not... Su Bailian?
Then... who was it?
Most importantly...
By now, others had also started noticing something was off.
"Hey..."
"Have you guys realized something?"
A martial artist gulped nervously as he looked around the plaza, where stone pillars carved with cryptic symbols stood everywhere.
And whether it was just his imagination or not...
Even though they had been separated by the black mist and forced into a series of bizarre encounters and battles...
In the end, everyone seemed to have gathered in this very plaza.
It was almost as if...
Someone was herding them here.
The Yu Xu Sword Immortal and Qingyuan Zen Master had already noticed this.
The former spoke gravely, "Do you remember?"
"The first two who entered."
The first two?
The crowd thought for a moment before their expressions shifted.
"Su Muwan... and her loyal lapdog?"
Hey!
Those two are a couple, okay?!
Su Bailian, who had been sniffling while secretly dragging over a cow’s tail, nearly choked.
"Woof!"
Boqi poked his head out of the backpack, drooling at the sight of the cow’s tail.
The Yu Xu Sword Immortal’s expression darkened. "Su Muwan is incredibly powerful, and though we’ve never seen her companion Qin Luo fight, he must be no ordinary man."
"Yet, from the moment we entered these ruins, the skies darkened, and every trial we faced seemed tailor-made for us."
"First the black mist, then the demonic creatures, and now the inheritor of the Soul-Devouring Demonic Art."
"And Su Muwan and Qin Luo are nowhere to be seen."
"So I suspect..."
He scanned the crowd, his voice heavy. "The mastermind behind all this... could it be...?"
"Su Muwan and Qin Luo?!"
The moment those words left his mouth—
Thud!!
The entire plaza fell into stunned silence.
Especially Su Bailian.
Her hands, still clutching the cow’s tail, froze mid-motion.
No way!
Dude, did you read the script?!
How did you figure it out?!
Oh no, oh no!
Su Bailian’s face stiffened, cold sweat dripping down her back.
Am I about to be exposed?!
But surely not...
These idiots couldn’t possibly think—
"That’s right! I also suspect that among us..."
"There’s a spy planted by Su Muwan and Qin Luo!!"
Su Bailian: "......!!!!"
HELP ME (ΩДΩ)!!!
I’M GONNA GET KILLED!!
The crowd immediately grew wary, their eyes darting around in suspicion.
But the next second—
Whoosh!!
A gust of black wind, carrying bone-chilling cold and an eerie, cackling laughter, swept down from above.
Everyone looked up in horror.
There, hovering mid-air, was a figure shrouded in billowing black qi—["Su Muwan"], like a demon god descending upon the world.
Beside her stood ["Qin Luo"], his expression sinister, hands clasped behind his back as he gazed down at them with disdain.
"Kehahahahaha!!!"
"You’re absolutely right! Everything was my doing!"
["Su Muwan"] laughed maniacally, her voice echoing across the plaza.
"As for why I herded you all here? Simple—to devour your spiritual energy and unlock the Taigu Xuan Sect’s grand formation!"
The crowd: !!!
She just admitted everything outright?!
Su Bailian’s pupils trembled at the sight of "Su Muwan" and "Qin Luo."
Wait!
Why are you two just casually showing up like this?!
But then—
Huh?
My love radar isn’t even pinging!
What’s going on?!
"So it really is you."
The Yu Xu Sword Immortal’s grip on his sword tightened, his knuckles turning white.
"Su Muwan, your actions are utterly despicable!"
"The legacy of the Taigu Xuan Sect is not something a demon like you can covet!"
["Su Muwan"] scoffed. "Despicable? In this world, strength is everything."
"The Taigu Xuan Sect’s formation requires vast amounts of spiritual energy to activate—and you all are the perfect fuel."
["Qin Luo"] added coldly, "Surrender now, and we might let you die intact."
The Qingyuan Zen Master clasped his hands together.
"Amitabha. Su Muwan, your sins will be repaid today."
Golden Buddhist light erupted around him as he launched an attack.
Wherever the light touched, the black qi dissipated.
But ["Su Muwan"] merely smirked, forming a hand seal.
A dark barrier materialized, not just blocking—but absorbing—the sacred light.
"Pathetic. You think your meager Buddhist arts can stop me?"
The crowd gasped.
"She’s absorbing spiritual energy... She really is the inheritor of the Soul-Devouring Demonic Art!"
Su Muwan?!
Chu Yu stood frozen below, staring blankly at the sudden appearance of "Su Muwan."
In her past life, she had been killed by Su Muwan.
She was certain she could never mistake her.
But...
This person’s aura... doesn’t feel like Su Muwan at all...
Meanwhile, the Yu Xu Sword Immortal had also noticed something amiss.
Seizing an opening, he unleashed a sword technique—his blade blazing like lightning as it shot toward ["Su Muwan"].
["Su Muwan"] barely dodged in time, but the spiritual energy grazed her arm, leaving a bloody gash.
Hovering unsteadily, she grimaced.
"As expected of the Yu Xu Sword Immortal. Your swordsmanship is impressive."
The Sword Immortal’s eyes narrowed.
He exchanged a glance with the Zen Master.
"You felt it too?"
"Yes..."
The Zen Master murmured, puzzled. "Outside the ruins, Su Muwan subdued Venerable Chiyan with a single move."
"But now... why is she so weak?"
The Sword Immortal frowned, unable to make sense of it.
Above them, ["Su Muwan"] had clearly lost patience.
She smirked down at the crowd.
"Sorry, everyone, but our time’s up. No more games."
With that, a flash of crimson light flickered in her eyes as she shouted, "Devouring Spirit Array!! Activate!!!"
The next second.
Boom!
At Su Muwan's command, the sky was instantly shrouded in a dense, dark-red glow, as if a massive blood-colored curtain had enveloped the entire plaza.
On the ground, eerie black runes spread rapidly like vines, intertwining and coiling until they formed a vast, intricate array in the blink of an eye.
The runes pulsed with an abyssal glow, seemingly connected to an endless void of darkness, exuding a sinister aura that sent a wave of dread through everyone present.
From within the array, a terrifying suction force erupted, like countless invisible hands violently dragging at the bodies and spiritual energy of the crowd.
The cultivators felt their spiritual power surging uncontrollably toward the center of the array, as if a dam had burst. Their bodies were pulled off balance, many even lifted off the ground and flung toward the array’s core, their faces twisted in terror and despair.
"Damn it! She’s trying to drain us of all our spiritual energy!"
The Yu Xu Sword Immortal’s expression darkened. Without time to question why this version of Su Muwan seemed so bizarre, he shouted, trying to warn the others.
He mustered every ounce of his strength, circulating his spiritual energy to resist the overwhelming pull.
Yet, as the array’s power intensified, even he began to falter, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
Qingyuan Zen Master was similarly struggling. Eyes shut tight, he chanted under his breath, his body wreathed in radiant Buddhist light.
The holy glow clashed against the dark suction, emitting a sizzling sound. But under the array’s relentless force, even the light began to dim.
"Amitabha… Such malevolent power… To think it could be this overwhelming…"
The Zen Master murmured, his voice laced with exhaustion and resignation.
Everyone fought to gather their strength against the devouring force.
Yet, their faces grew paler by the second, their spiritual energy draining at an alarming rate, leaving them weak and vulnerable.
Could it be…
That this was where they would meet their end?
Chu Yu gritted her teeth, collapsing weakly to the ground. She lifted her head, staring at the figure of Su Muwan hovering in the sky.
No… Something’s wrong…
This person… isn’t Su Muwan at all!
Su Bailian trembled as she clung to Boqi, her mind screaming—Wait, why am I being targeted too?!
Clang!
The Yu Xu Sword Immortal’s blade slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground. The stronger one was, the more severely they were affected.
On his knees, he glared up at the two figures in the sky, his eyes burning with unwillingness.
Though he sensed something off about them compared to before they entered the ruins…
Right now, there was no room for thought.
Was this…
Truly the end?
Above them, the [Su Muwan] imposter laughed wildly. "Give up! The Devouring Spirit Array is invincible within these ruins!"
"You shall all become nourishment for the—"
Before she could finish…
Just as everyone believed their lives were about to be extinguished…
A bone-chilling voice abruptly echoed in their ears.
"Finally decided to show yourselves."
"Vermin."
The voice was icy, as if emerging from the depths of the underworld, sending a shiver down their very souls.
Then, a brilliant streak of blue light shot across the sky like a meteor, instantly illuminating the plaza swallowed by darkness.
The crowd looked up to see a woman hovering midair, her aura terrifying.
Her robes fluttered as an overwhelming frost energy radiated from her, freezing the air with its intensity.
It was…
"Su Muwan?!"
Everyone was stunned.
Another one?!
Whoosh!
"Tsk tsk, just as we predicted, Young Miss."
"The inheritor of the Devouring Spirit Demonic Art… was indeed here."
Qin Luo teleported beside Su Muwan in an instant, his lips curling into a smirk as he glanced down at the crowd below.
Heh.
The real plan…
Had now begun.
The crowd was stunned once more.
Why was there another Qin Luo too?!
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.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
