"Provoking me?"
The Dark Taoist revealed a sinister smile, his face twitching with rage.
He was a demonic cultivator!
A true master of the Dark Force realm!
Across the entire Great Xia, he ranked among the most formidable martial artists!
Yet this damned brat dared to look down on him!
Fury surged in his chest as the Dark Taoist lashed out with his horsetail whisk.
Suddenly!
The courtyard floor erupted, tiles hurling toward An Yi like projectiles.
"Not here—take cover, now!"
Uncle Fu shouted urgently. Only then did the others realize they might be caught in the crossfire, scrambling back into the villa in fear.
"What’s wrong with the Enforcement Bureau? Why isn’t anyone answering?!"
Uncle Fu’s face darkened as his call went unanswered. With decades of experience, he sensed something was terribly wrong.
The flying debris rained down on An Yi like a storm.
Before, this would’ve left him battered and bruised, struggling to endure.
But now, with his Aero Control skill upgraded to LV3, he had options.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
An Yi raised his hands, conjuring an air shield!
Every tile aimed at him shattered against the invisible barrier.
The shield was fragile—barely useful in real combat—but perfect for deflecting loose rubble.
Nearby, Lin Chen observed silently, deep in thought.
Before leaving, Old Man Cheng had extorted money from him… then insisted on teaching him Aero Control.
He was still learning, but An Yi’s mastery was clearly superior.
Watching An Yi’s movements, Lin Chen had an epiphany.
So that’s how Aero Control can be used.
"Tsk tsk, little bro, you’re distracted~"
Song Yan giggled grotesquely, his fingers darting like lightning toward Lin Chen’s eyes.
But a surge of pressurized air slowed his movements, as if he were dragging through water.
"What the—?!"
Panic flashed across Song Yan’s face, his clownish red cheeks paling.
In battle, even a split-second delay could be fatal.
"Too slow."
Lin Chen’s voice was ice. He seized Song Yan’s wrist—
CRACK!
A sickening snap echoed as bone shattered mid-forearm, not just the joint.
The pain was excruciating.
Song Yan screamed, wrenching free with a desperate leap backward.
"Trying to run?"
Lin Chen’s voice was a death sentence.
Cold sweat drenched Song Yan’s bowl-cut hair.
They were both at the Bright Force realm, yet the gap was insurmountable.
He had to escape!
But the air around him thickened like syrup, rooting him in place.
"W-what is this?!" Song Yan trembled.
"Heart-Piercing Elbow."
Lin Chen blurred forward—
CRUNCH!
The impact sent Song Yan flying, blood spraying as ribs caved in. He hit the ground, motionless.
Wu Tong watched intently.
Lin Chen had fought the most, revealing the most.
As a Dark Force grandmaster, Wu Tong recognized every technique.
Hex Palm.
Iron Whip Leg.
Eight Extremes Fist.
Lin Chen wielded legendary martial arts with terrifying ease.
What baffled Wu Tong was Lin Chen’s endless stamina.
Most techniques required immense energy, yet Lin Chen showed no exhaustion.
His brow furrowed.
To a martial artist, boundless energy meant one thing: unfathomable power.
Unseen by all, a green jade pendant glowed faintly against Lin Chen’s chest.
An Yi caught Lin Chen’s victory from the corner of his eye.
Damn, he’s still as OP as ever.
Unless facing a global-tier monster like Butcher Blade, Lin Chen never went all out.
Even Aero Control became something else in his hands.
An Yi’s Aero Control was also LV3.
But manipulating the environment? Channeling energy into restraints? Impossible.
Even their teacher, Cheng Yuanfeng, probably couldn’t pull that off.
If An Yi tried, he’d collapse from exhaustion.
Does this guy have infinite mana or what?
He shook off the thought, refocusing on the Dark Taoist.
Protagonists really get all the cheats.
If Lin Chen finished his fight, An Yi couldn’t lag behind.
Meanwhile, the battle on Fang Jueming's side was proving to be a tense stalemate.
"Too weak! Still too weak! These flimsy fists—do you really think they can hurt anyone?"
Qian Xiu stowed away his tombstone, watching as Fang Jueming swung a punch toward him, his lips curling into a mocking smirk.
At just thirty years old, he was considered young, yet his reputation among dark practitioners was formidable, hailed as a once-in-a-century prodigy.
The black tombstone slung behind him had become his signature.
Though slightly weaker than Song Yan, he was still a master of Ming Jin—more than capable of handling a rookie like Fang Jueming.
Sweat beaded on Fang Jueming’s forehead, his sharp eyes burning with a feral intensity.
Inside the villa, Qin Zhengwei mused thoughtfully, "Old Wu, your disciple doesn’t seem to be holding up. Should we—?"
Wu Shuangshuang pouted, her voice laced with urgency as she pleaded, "Dad, please help Jueming! You said yourself—aside from the senior disciple, he’s the most likely among all the students at the martial arts hall to reach Ming Jin. And that tombstone-wielding bastard is so ruthless! What if he gets hurt—?"
"Watch closely. That kid isn’t as fragile as you think," Wu Tong declared with confidence.
This was his chosen disciple, after all.
Fang Jueming’s perseverance was unmatched—he’d never seen anything like it. And his natural talent? Exceptional.
The kid poured every ounce of his energy into his fists, training relentlessly day and night. The results spoke for themselves.
Though his technique was still a bit rough, it was more than enough to deal with this tombstone-toting thug.
Flash Fist—third strike!
Fang Jueming silently counted in his mind.
Another punch flew toward Qian Xiu.
This time, the sheer force and speed of the blow were terrifying.
Qian Xiu’s expression darkened—this strike was no joke.
He didn’t dare take it lightly, swiftly raising his tombstone to block the attack.
Both men staggered back two steps before regaining their footing.
Fang Jueming gasped for breath, his bandaged fists trembling faintly.
"I enjoy killing," Qian Xiu said, hefting the tombstone onto his shoulder. The dim evening light didn’t obscure the densely carved names covering its surface—just how many lives had he taken?
"If I deem someone worthy, I carve their name into this stone after ending them."
His grin turned predatory.
"Kid, give me your name. Time to send you on your way."
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.”
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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."
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.
