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.
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】
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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!
