After a brief daze, Xiao Tian quickly bit his tongue to regain his composure.
He screamed internally!
Damn this poisonous woman! She actually stole my martial arts techniques!
She's simply asking for death!
Xiao Tian's eyes were bloodshot with rage.
But how could an imitation be better than the original?!
"Su Muwan!! You're courting death!!"
"You think learning this lord's martial arts means you can defeat me?"
"Watch carefully! This is my true pow........"
As he roared and raised his hand, attempting to summon another golden dragon to counter the ice dragon.
The next moment.
"How noisy."
Slap!!
Qin Luo instantly appeared before him and delivered a crisp slap, followed by a contemptuous look.
"Loser."
Thud!!
His energy was instantly scattered.
Xiao Tian, who had been floating in mid-air, crashed heavily to the ground.
The aura around him shattered once again.
Holding his face, Xiao Tian's pupils trembled, his face full of disbelief.
His head was buzzing, and he couldn't process what had just happened no matter how hard he tried.
Wait... what's going on?
I... got hit again?
Wasn't I at the late stage of Great Perfection, nearly reaching the Peak realm?
But... why couldn't I even react?
And at such a crucial moment?
Elder Ying's smile froze on his face, his pupils contracting.
He stared in disbelief at Qin Luo, who had suddenly appeared before Xiao Tian and slapped him.
What??
Huh?
The next second.
Roar!!
The enraged ice dragon surged toward the two of them.
Elder Ying's expression twitched.
Xiao Tian's face contorted with horror.
He could only watch helplessly as the ice dragon charged toward them.
Xiao Tian shouted in panic: "No!!!!"
By this time, Qin Luo had already used his ghost-like movement technique to retreat from the battlefield.
He withdrew behind Su Muwan.
Su Muwan blinked: ? Are you playing with teleportation here?
Qin Luo naturally didn't know what Su Muwan was thinking.
He just watched playfully as Xiao Tian was engulfed by the ice dragon.
He wasn't worried at all about the other party being killed.
After all.... this Xiao Tian was the genuine protagonist.
[Xiao Tian's Fortune Index has decreased by 10000!]
[Xiao Tian's Fortune Index has decreased by 10000!]
[Xiao Tian.....]
Hearing the continuous prompts in his mind.
Qin Luo's lips curled into a slight smile.
So that's how it works.
These protagonists, whenever they face life-or-death situations, would obtain supernatural encounters through the consumption of their fortune value.
Like the protagonist's power bursts, or powerful beings coming to their rescue.
Of course... this was all predicated on having high fortune values.
But now...
Qin Luo looked at Xiao Tian's fortune index and sneered.
After several previous operations, Xiao Tian's fortune index had been continuously dropping.
Until now....
Only remaining...
[Xiao Tian's Fortune has decreased by 10K!! Current remaining Fortune: 30K!! Grade: T1!]
Well well, after grinding for so long, he still maintains a T1 strength.
You truly are heaven's chosen one.
However... everything below T0 is merely an ant, and this is as far as you go.
Qin Luo had already guessed how Xiao Tian would break through this situation.
After all, his system prompt... the task of humiliating the Dragon King Palace wasn't over yet.
The ice dragon's roars gradually faded.
Everyone held their breath as they looked in that direction.
Suddenly... their pupils contracted.
They saw..
Elder Ying with bulging eyes, completely lifeless, his body wrapped in pale ice crystals - clearly as dead as one could be.
As for Dragon King Xiao Tian, perhaps due to his tenacious life force.
His eyes were vacant, blood continuously flowing from his mouth, but at least he was still alive.
But even though he was alive..... those with sharp eyes could already see.
Xiao Tian's dantian....... was shattered!
"Puchi!"
How could this... why did this happen...
Xiao Tian's mind went blank.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, staring blankly at Su Muwan who had been sitting there the entire time.
Why..
Why was the gap so huge?
I'm... crippled again?
Although the members of the Dragon King Palace remained kneeling, they seemed to realize that their Dragon King had been defeated, and utterly so.
In an instant, expressions of disbelief appeared on everyone's faces.
Defeated?
Their Dragon King was defeated?
Long Xiayue's lips turned pale, her pupils trembling, impossible! How could the Dragon King lose to such an evil person?
And Elder Ying? He..... died?
Then.
Clap clap clap.
Applause rang out.
Everyone watched as Su Muwan slowly stood up, mockingly applauding with a slight smile, "Qin Luo, applaud."
"Thank these wastes for putting on a circus clown show for this young lady."
"I didn't find it interesting at first, but now...."
Su Muwan's eyes showed a trace of pleasure, her lips curling upward: "It's quite entertaining"
Hearing this, Qin Luo marveled at how well this great villain knew how to attract hatred.
While thinking this, he also kindly swept his gaze across everyone in the banquet hall, smiling warmly: "Everyone, let's give these wastes a round of applause."
"Thank them for this wonderful performance."
The entire venue paused for a moment.
Then.
Clap clap clap clap clap!!
Waves of applause erupted.
"Haha! Miss Su truly is Jiang City's number one martial artist!"
"Indeed! What's a mere Dragon King? How dare he threaten Miss Su in this city?"
"Exactly, you're just an outsider from the Dragon King Palace, how dare you bark in Jiang City? Did you think you were worthy?"
The Lin family members, who had been trembling in fear from the start.
Gradually.....
Slap!
Lin Wanrong stepped forward and slapped the dazed Xiao Tian on the ground, sneering: "Waste!"
"Acting all high and mighty, turns out you're just trash!"
"Dragon King? Ha!"
"In this Jiang City! You're nothing but a maggot!"
"How dare you provoke Miss Su, even if you're the Dragon King, you'll end up as shark food in the river!"
"Haha! Miss Lin is right! We were all scared by the Dragon King Palace's reputation, but look at this Dragon King now, kneeling like a dog before Miss Su!"
Xiao Tian's expression remained blank.
The waves of mockery reaching his ears gradually turned his mind completely blank.
However.
The physical pain, the shattering of his cultivation, and the surrounding ridicule weren't what caused Xiao Tian's stupor.
The main reason was....
"Brother Wang.. Wanrong can finally be with you."
"Wanrong...."
When Xiao Tian saw his love nestling in another man's embrace.
In that instant.
Xiao Tian broke down.
He couldn't hold back anymore.
Five years of suppressed anger, grievance, sorrow, and all sorts of negative emotions.
At this moment....... they all erupted!
But he didn't blame Lin Wanrong.
Instead, he blamed......
"Su——Mu——Wan!!"
He stared at Su Muwan with bloodshot eyes, roaring: "Su Muwan!!!!"
"Why!!!"
"Why do you again and again and again and again and again!!"
"Why do you, Su Muwan, always oppose me!!"
"At the previous banquet, you had your lackey whip me!!!!"
"At the hospital, you had your lackey slander me!!!"
"At the Su Family, you even had your lackey turn me into a fool!!"
"And at this birthday banquet!!! You had your lackey humiliate me!!!"
"Why why why why why!!!"
"Su Muwan!!!"
"I've never wronged you!! So why do you keep targeting me!!!"
"You're simply a despicable and shameless poi——ugh!!"
Boom!
"Noisy."
Before he could finish.
A blast of ice energy instantly struck Xiao Tian, sending him flying several meters.
Bang!
Xiao Tian crashed heavily into the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
This strike directly critically wounded the already weakened Xiao Tian.
Xiao Tian gasped heavily, his eyes filled with unwillingness and fear.
He realized he... seemed to be dying.....
But!
Before death, he still wanted to know why Su Muwan had always targeted him.
He struggled to raise his head, looking at Su Muwan... gritting his teeth to ask: "W..why.."
Hearing this.
Su Muwan just mockingly replied slowly: "Since when did this young lady need a reason to do anything?"
"Why are you asking me? I don't even know when I ever asked Qin Luo to do any of these things!!!"
"This is driving me crazy!! Does anyone understand? Why does everyone think she ordered these vicious acts to be done?!"
As those words fell.
*Pffft!!*
Overwhelmed with rage, Xiao Tian... coughed up blood again.
At the same time, as a sharp pain shot through his neural pathways, his eyes grew unfocused... and became vacant once more!
"Heh... heh... heh..."
"I don't want it anymore... I don't want anything anymore..."
"I... hehe....."
Xiao Tian had gone mad again!
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?”
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."
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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.”
