The competition began.
Huang Lingfeng was the first to step onto the stage, clad in golden robes and wielding a longsword, his aura as imposing as a dragon.
Opposite him stood a frost-spear cultivator from the Extreme Cold Sect, who sneered, "Dragon King Palace? Just a ragtag bunch of leftovers from a bygone era!"
Before the words could fade—
Huang Lingfeng's sword flashed, unleashing a golden sword energy that spiraled like a tornado. The frost-spear cultivator thrust his weapon to block, but the sword's momentum was unstoppable—it cleaved through the spear and sent both man and weapon crashing off the stage.
Next up was Huang Lingyu. Petite in stature, she wielded a pair of violet daggers, her movements swift as lightning.
The second challenger from the Extreme Cold Sect barely had time to summon an ice shield before she closed the distance. Her blades crisscrossed, releasing a flurry of purple slashes that shattered the shield instantly. A swift kick sent him flying.
Jiang Zixuan took the stage third, gripping a massive axe. Faced with the Extreme Cold Sect's ice-wall defense, he smirked and swung down with devastating force. The wall exploded into shards, and his opponent was sent sprawling, coughing blood.
Zhu Lan entered fourth. Her gaze lingered on the commentary booth, where the young mistress sat. Her eyes reddened slightly as she murmured, "The young mistress is as beautiful as ever... And that guy is still as annoying as ever."
She was, of course, referring to Qin Luo.
Her opponent from the Extreme Cold Sect taunted, "Daring to lose focus?"
Zhu Lan's expression turned icy. With a flick of her wrist, a verdant vine whip lashed out like the wind, coiling around her foe before hurling him high into the air and slamming him down off the stage.
Shen Fei was the last to step forward. He sighed, "Feels good to be back. Those sects made my bones stiff."
His opponent scoffed, "Enough chatter!"
Shen Fei grinned and flicked his hand. A shadowy blade shot forth, too fast for the eye to follow. The ice shield barely formed before the blade pierced his opponent's chest, dropping him instantly.
[What the—?! Dragon King Palace can still keep up in this meta?!]
[Unbelievable! Who's their Dragon King now?]
[No idea... But I heard the Long family’s patriarch in the royal city was replaced—Long Dingtian took over. Maybe the Dragon King Palace’s leader changed too...]
[Hard to say!]
After a day of fierce battles, the top four were decided: Primordial Sanctum, Profound Demon Sect, Dragon King Palace, and Tianhai Sect.
As the host, Tianhai Sect barely scraped through with their versatile water-based techniques.
Qin Luo summarized, "Today’s battles were spectacular. The strength of the top four is undeniable. Tomorrow’s finals will be even more intense."
Su Muwan quipped beside him, "Qin Luo, you sound like a script-reading NPC."
"Because it is a script."
"Pfft..."
Night fell, and Tianhai City blazed with lights as the four factions held their victory banquets.
At the Primordial Sanctum’s feast, Su Bailian was surrounded by admirers, her delicate smile winning countless hearts.
But in a secluded corner, Chu Yu stood alone by the window, her grip tightening around her wine glass until it creaked.
Her eyes burned with resentment as she stared into the night, her mind churning with schemes—
Tomorrow, she’d make the entire sect regret favoring Su Bailian. That white lotus would shatter into pieces.
Just then, Su Bailian excused herself and slipped out.
Chu Yu smirked inwardly. Probably off to meet some pathetic simp.
Meanwhile, at the Profound Demon Sect’s quarters, Xiao Fei sat across from Mo Li, his gaze tender yet nervous.
Mo Li, draped in a black dress with features like a painting, smiled. "Xiao Fei, you performed wonderfully today."
He scratched his head sheepishly. "How could I lose with you watching?"
Mo Li’s eyes glinted with amusement before she stood. "I’ll be back soon."
She left, heading straight for a hidden courtyard outside the city.
Inside, Qin Luo and Su Muwan sat side by side, with Su Bailian nearby.
Mo Li pushed the door open, her face lighting up at the sight.
As the number one shipper of Qin Luo and Su Muwan, she vibrated with excitement. "Q-Q-Qin Luo! And...!"
She glanced nervously at Su Muwan’s sharp gaze. "L-Lady Su!"
Su Muwan rolled her eyes and shot Qin Luo a glare.
[Another woman? Why are all your spies female?]
[Don’t blame me, my lady. It’s these top-tier protagonists—their harems only have women!]
[Hmph!]
Qin Luo cleared his throat and cut to the chase. "Tomorrow’s the finals. I need your cooperation."
"Chu Yu will definitely... [redacted for brevity]."
"As for Xiao Fei, I have other plans. Mo Li, you just need to [redacted]."
"Understood?"
Mo Li blinked, as if she both did and didn’t get it.
Su Muwan tilted her head. Did you even explain anything?
Su Bailian rolled her eyes, thinking, Finally, this boring undercover stint at the Primordial Sanctum ends.
This time—once Chu Yu’s out, I’m taking the Saintess position!
Meanwhile, Mo Li, having "processed" the plan, was fully focused on Qin Luo and Su Muwan.
She propped her chin on her hands, eyes sparkling. "Qin Luo, Lady Su, are you two really together? Last night, I dreamed you—"
Before she could finish, Su Muwan’s face flushed. She leaned toward Qin Luo and whispered, "Is her brain wired wrong?"
Who jumps from strategy talk to shipping in a split second?
Qin Luo replied calmly, "Demon Sect folks are like this. Don’t mind it."
Su Bailian smirked to herself.
She’d been the first to discover these two.
And she’d nudged them together.
Honestly, between spying, laboring, and matchmaking...
She was kinda the MVP here.
...
...
Dawn broke on the third day in Tianhai City.
The morning sun bathed the arena in gold as the sect tournament reached its climax—
The four-way melee to decide the finalists.
The stands were packed, buzzing with anticipation. The air crackled with tension and excitement.
Above, a massive floating screen displayed the rules:
[Four teams—Primordial Sanctum, Profound Demon Sect, Dragon King Palace, and Tianhai Sect—20 participants total.]
[All 20 will battle on a single stage. The fight continues until only two remain standing. If they’re from different sects, they advance to the finals.]
[If they’re from the same sect, that sect wins outright.]
Simple and brutal. The crowd erupted in cheers.
On the stage, the fighters assembled.
Chu Yu of the Primordial Sanctum stood in cyan robes, lightning flickering at her fingertips, her gaze frosty.
Xiao Fei of the Profound Demon Sect carried a black coffin, his aura ominous.
Huang Lingfeng and his Dragon King Palace comrades stood in formation, their golden robes gleaming.
The water cultivators of Tianhai Sect held azure staffs, fluid as the tide.
As the 20 took their positions, spiritual energy surged around the arena. The audience held their breath, awaiting the signal.
Qin Luo quietly calculated what was to come.
A playful glint flashed in his eyes as the corners of his lips curled up:
"The match... begins!"
With Qin Luo's loud declaration, the arena erupted instantly.
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."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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】
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!
