Something’s off!
The glasses-wearing youth furrowed his brow in contemplation.
Something’s very off!
This wasn’t the first time he’d witnessed this scene—he’d relived it at least a hundred times. By the usual sequence of events, there should’ve been a twist by now!
That bastard An Yi was supposed to show up here.
Then, together with Yan Zhi, they’d face off against three demonic cultivators!
Yan Zhi would be ambushed, left severely injured and unable to fight.
An Yi would single-handedly take on the three experts of the Dark Force realm.
And finally—
An Yi would descend into a demonic frenzy, his hair turning silver, his pupils blood-red, wielding a black sword.
With Yan Zhi wounded, he’d slaughter the Thousand Taoist, Death Monk, and Dwarf Ghost—three Dark Force realm masters—shocking the entire Great Xia!
But right after the battle, An Yi would collapse from exhaustion and die on the spot.
This electrifying sequence was one he’d relived over a hundred times. He couldn’t be wrong!
He’d even memorized every line of their dialogue down to the last word.
Yet this time, An Yi hadn’t shown up!
Even stranger, the Thousand Taoist had actually noticed him!
Could it be… things were changing?
The youth adjusted his black-framed glasses, lost in thought.
The ending couldn’t be altered—that was the conclusion he’d drawn after thousands of cycles as a mere observer.
He couldn’t change the final outcome.
But today, it felt as though something had shifted the course of fate.
Today was July 31st, the last day of his cycle.
He’d relived countless Julys.
But this time, something felt different.
As if an unseen hand was manipulating the ending, rewriting it.
"Hey, Glasses! You deaf or just ignoring me?!"
The Ghost Dwarf sneered, his voice sharp.
The long scar on his forehead twitched like a disgusting centipede.
Yan Zhi glanced curiously at the glasses-wearing youth.
His ability to conceal himself was downright terrifying!
Her senses were sharp, yet she hadn’t detected his presence at all.
If the Thousand Taoist hadn’t spoken up, she wouldn’t have known someone was hiding nearby.
The Thousand Taoist studied the youth with a deceptively warm smile. "And who might you be? With stealth skills like that, you can’t be a nobody."
"My name is Chen Bing!"
The youth who called himself Chen Bing closed his notebook and adjusted his glasses. "Not that it matters—you won’t remember it anyway. By tomorrow, you’ll all have forgotten."
The Ghost Dwarf elbowed the Death Monk beside him. "This guy’s brain-dead, isn’t he?"
The Death Monk polished the skull hanging from his chest and muttered, "Careful. There’s something off about him."
The Thousand Taoist narrowed his eyes. "And what, pray tell, is a spectator like you doing here?"
This kid was no ordinary bystander—friend or foe, he couldn’t tell.
"Like I said, I’m Chen Bing!"
Chen Bing adjusted his glasses again, dead serious. "I’m just an observer. Don’t mind me—carry on!"
"An observer? What the hell are you doing here then?"
The Thousand Taoist’s expression darkened. "You’re asking for trouble!"
With a flick of his horsetail whisk, a gust of sharp wind lashed toward Chen Bing.
Clang!
A crisp metallic ring echoed.
Sparks flew.
A bizarre sword mark sliced through the air.
From Chen Bing’s sleeve, a curved, forked blade—like a serpent’s tongue—snapped out, effortlessly deflecting the attack.
"I told you, I’m just passing through. Why force my hand?"
He smirked, gripping his Serpent Blade. "But since you insist… I was getting bored anyway."
Yan Zhi shot him a warning look. "Run. You’ll die here."
"Like I haven’t died enough times already. I’m used to it. Worst case, I’ll just reset—tomorrow’s the deadline anyway."
Chen Bing muttered cryptically before adding, "This time, Captain Yan, I’m on your side."
Yan Zhi’s expression hardened. "Glasses… thanks."
"Ahem. It’s Chen Bing!"
He insisted stubbornly.
Something was definitely off today.
Chen Bing racked his brain but couldn’t figure out what had changed.
Logically, he shouldn’t have been detected.
Well, except for that one time at the Night Blossom, when a girl in ancient robes had spotted him.
She’d even snapped his glasses in half!!!
"Boss, I’ll take this four-eyes’ head!"
A Dark Force realm demonic cultivator roared, charging at Chen Bing.
Chen Bing scoffed. His Serpent Blade flashed like lightning.
A thin red line appeared on the cultivator’s neck.
Blood sprayed from his throat.
Chen Bing flicked his blade clean, his once-refined face now smeared with blood, giving him a sinister edge.
The other demonic cultivators froze.
A Dark Force realm expert wasn’t some roadside cabbage.
Out of their twenty-man group, only nine had reached that level.
Yet one had been killed in less than a second!
They hadn’t even seen the glasses-wearing kid move!
"What exquisite swordsmanship!" Yan Zhi couldn’t help but praise.
This unassuming youth might be far more formidable than she’d imagined.
Chen Bing adjusted his glasses. "I don’t usually enjoy killing, but culling a few demonic pests now and then isn’t so bad."
The Thousand Taoist’s squinted eyes widened slightly, his demeanor turning grave.
This kid was far more dangerous than he’d assumed.
"Finish this quickly!"
The Thousand Taoist ordered, his whisk lashing toward Yan Zhi.
"Glasses, I’ll handle the Taoist. The rest are yours."
Yan Zhi twirled her silver whip coolly.
Chen Bing nearly choked.
So he was supposed to take on the Death Monk, Ghost Dwarf (both Dark Force realm experts), eight more Dark Force cultivators, and a dozen lacklings—all by himself?
Was it too late to leave?
Reality gave him no time to ponder. Two demonic cultivators lunged at him from both sides.
Chen Bing’s Serpent Blade flashed.
Two thin red lines appeared on their throats before they crumpled to the ground.
His soft sword moved like wind—swift, silent, lethal.
"Who’s next?"
Chen Bing adjusted his glasses coldly.
"Me!"
The Killer Monk grinned wildly, yanking the iron skull from his necklace and hurling it like a meteor hammer.
Chen Bing’s blade met the skull—only to be deflected by its sheer weight.
"Let’s both take him down, then we can have some fun with the woman."
The Ghost Dwarf leered, unfurling a wire saw—his tool of choice for dismemberment.
Then, with a wet thud, he collapsed.
Blood pooled beneath him.
A youth holding a black dagger stood behind the Ghost Dwarf, calmly wiping the blade clean.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
