Wait a minute?
What did they just hear?
["Still having breakfast. Tell them to wait a little longer."]
Huh?
Are you serious?
We mobilized thousands of troops for this battle of survival, launching a sacred war here.
The fact that you let us march all the way here without resistance is one thing.
But now...
You’re telling us you’re still having breakfast?!
"What kind of joke is this?!"
Chiyan and the others, upon hearing that Su Muwan and Qin Luo were still eating breakfast, twisted in rage, their faces contorted with fury.
"A mere newly established sacred domain dares to act so arrogantly!"
Chiyan gnashed his teeth, the flames in his eyes nearly erupting.
The fire-domain cultivators behind him roared in anger, flames swirling around their bodies.
The sky trembled with their furious bellows.
The response from the Lord of the Netherfrost Sacred Domain felt like trampling their beliefs into the dirt!
How dare they treat them with such disregard!
But just then, a cultivator suddenly pointed toward the peak of the sacred domain’s core region, his voice trembling. "L-Lord Chiyan! Look at that!"
Following his finger, the crowd’s pupils shrank violently—
Atop the towering ice-crystal palace, a colossal golden tree pierced through the clouds, its branches flowing with liquid-like golden aura.
Each leaf seemed condensed from starlight, its roots deeply embedded in the void as if drawing upon the very laws of the universe.
Where its canopy spread, golden spiritual energy cascaded down like a torrential rain.
"What... what kind of tree is that?!"
Chiyan’s throat bobbed. Though he didn’t recognize the tree, he could sense the overwhelming fortune it radiated—something extraordinary.
"No wonder our Lord insisted on this war... If we devour this tree, our Fire Domain might even ascend to the Central Heaven Sacred Realm!"
He raised his spear high and bellowed, "All forces, heed my command! Shatter their barrier! Uproot that tree and present it to our Lord!"
"Yes!"
Thousands of fire-domain cultivators roared in unison, turning the sky into a sea of flames.
Dozens of crimson fire dragons emerged from the clouds, their breath hurling meteor-like fireballs at the icy-blue barrier.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The collision of flames and the barrier erupted in deafening explosions, shaking the entire Netherfrost Sacred Domain.
Standing at the forefront, Chiyan curled his lips into a mocking smirk.
Now that he had calmed down, he reconsidered.
Would anyone truly treat a sacred war so lightly?
Was that even possible?
Of course not.
Last night, he had already delivered the declaration of war on his Lord’s orders.
By all logic, the enemy should have been trembling in fear by now.
Yet here they were, claiming they were still having breakfast?
Hah. "Breakfast" was just an excuse—they were too afraid to face them.
What else could one expect from a newly established sacred domain? They had never witnessed such a grand battle before.
With a sneer, he glanced at the gathering crowd below and mocked, "What a pathetic newborn sacred domain. Your so-called Lord is nothing but a coward who dares not fight— Huh?!"
Chiyan’s smirk froze.
Every cell in his body screamed a single warning:
[Danger.]
The next moment—
"Pathetic."
A voice, icy and dripping with arrogance, resonated across the battlefield.
It was like a winter gale, instantly tightening the chests of every fire-domain cultivator.
As if an invisible serpent had coiled around them, suffocating their breath.
Then—CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Argh!"
"My Lord!"
"Save me!"
One by one, fire-domain cultivators turned into ice sculptures before shattering into dust.
Chaos erupted as the survivors frantically searched for the source of the voice.
Even the fire dragons in the sky froze mid-air, crumbling into icy fragments.
What the hell was happening?!
Chiyan’s pupils trembled violently. He jerked his head up—
Only to find the sky now sprinkled with ice crystals.
And descending from above the core region were two figures.
Su Muwan and Qin Luo!
Su Muwan wore an ice-blue gown, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, her gaze cold and haughty.
Beside her stood Qin Luo, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Enough tricks!"
Chiyan summoned his flames to melt the ice, only to watch in horror as the fire extinguished upon touching a single snowflake.
!!!
"This... you—!"
His mind reeled in shock.
What kind of joke was this?!
My flames... lost to a snowflake?!
The aura from this snow... it’s overpowering?!
But how?!
He clearly remembered Su Muwan being only at the Supreme Realm. Yet now, the pressure she exuded was unlike anything he had ever felt—even greater than his own Lord’s!
But that was impossible!
His Lord was already half-step into the Dominator Realm. Did that mean this newborn Lord was stronger?!
Nonsense!
Ah—he understood now!
Suppressing his shock, Chiyan swallowed hard and sneered. "A backwater place like this would resort to cheap tricks like faking your cultivation aura."
"Too bad I’ve seen through you. You’re just pretending to be stronger than you really—"
"Enough noise."
Su Muwan cut him off with a cold laugh.
With a flick of her wrist, a massive claw of ice materialized mid-air.
SQUISH!
In an instant, eight fire generals were crushed like insects in its grasp.
"Merely at the Transcendent Realm, yet you dare act so insolently before me?"
Her voice was so frigid it sent chills down everyone’s spines.
Trapped in the icy claw, Chiyan and the others couldn’t move a muscle, their shock turning to terror.
"This power... No, this isn’t Transcendent Realm... This is the same level as our Lord!"
Chiyan’s guts twisted in fear. Auras could be faked, but power couldn’t!
How was this possible?!
Weren’t they a newborn sacred domain?!
How did their cultivation skyrocket so fast?!
Gritting his teeth, he struggled against the ice, but his flames were utterly useless against it.
Death... Am I really going to die here?!
No!
I cultivated for ten thousand years just to ascend to this realm!
I can’t die like this!
No! Absolutely not!
"Stop! Our Fire Domain Lord is—"
SMACK!
"Enough noise."
Before he could finish—
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Qin Luo’s figure flickered beside the ice claw, delivering four resounding slaps infused with soul-shaking force.
Chiyan’s spirit quaked, blackened palm marks searing into his face.
He was stunned.
Why can a mere Supreme Realm cultivator hurt me?!
"A sacred war? How amusing."
Qin Luo chuckled, grabbing Chiyan by the hair.
Gazing at his shattered expression, he smirked.
"Lead the way. Take us to meet your Empress."
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."
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.”
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】
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?”
