How despicable! Trying to tempt me from behind!
An Yi wiped the blood off his black combat dagger, baring his teeth in a sinister grin. "Sorry about that—couldn't resist."
The surrounding dark cultivators were stunned.
A chilling aura surged from behind!
Where the hell did this guy come from?!
"Dwarf!"
Death Monk's eyes nearly burst with rage when he saw Ghost Dwarf lying in a pool of blood.
His brother of decades—just like that, dead!
One moment, Ghost Dwarf had been gleefully wielding his wire saw, ready to dismember someone for fun. The next, he was ambushed and sent straight to the afterlife.
"Cheap shot! This brat attacked from behind!"
"Kill him! Avenge Ghost Dwarf!"
The dark cultivators roared furiously, surrounding An Yi with deafening shouts—yet not one dared to make the first move.
They weren’t stupid.
Even if it was a sneak attack, the fact that he’d managed to silently kill a Dark Force expert right under their noses spoke volumes about his terrifying strength.
This kid might look young, but he was probably someone who ranked among the top in all of Great Xia.
Chen Bing, gripping his Spirit Snake Sword, was slightly surprised by An Yi’s arrival.
By the usual script, this guy should’ve shown up much earlier. Why now?
And the moment he appeared, he’d stealthily taken out a Dark Force expert, drastically tipping the balance of power. Something about this felt… off.
The plotline was veering way off course!
"Night Emperor!"
Thousand Taoist’s voice was icy as he fixed his gaze on An Yi.
Those perpetually smiling eyes, the moment they opened fully, revealed a terrifying killing intent.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
What the hell?!
His carefully hidden identity—how did everyone know about it now?!
"Ahem, wrong guy. I’m no Night Emperor," An Yi started to deny.
Thousand Taoist sneered. "You killed Gourd Immortal, didn’t you? The blood mark on you—it’s his!"
An Yi’s expression darkened. How did he know that?!
What shocked him even more was that after Thousand Taoist exposed him as the Night Emperor, Yan Zhi showed no surprise—as if she’d known all along.
Thousand Taoist’s face twisted with malice. His horsetail whisk spread slightly, and a powerful surge of energy pulsed outward from him.
The once-gentle demeanor was gone, replaced by murderous intent.
Even the scattered pebbles on the ground trembled under the oppressive force, bouncing unnaturally.
"I’ll handle this one. You two can deal with the rest of the trash, right?" Yan Zhi asked coldly, gripping her silver whip.
An Yi grinned confidently. "No problem. Glasses over here can solo it. I believe in him!"
Chen Bing was speechless.
The hell? Since when were we this close?
Death Monk, enraged by his brother’s death, swung his spiked chain, hurling the iron skull at An Yi. "DIE!"
An Yi dodged behind Chen Bing, patting his shoulder casually. "You take the last Dark Force guy. I’ll handle the small fry."
With that, he charged into the crowd of dark cultivators, dagger in hand.
"Truly shameless. No wonder you’re destined to die tonight—divine retribution, huh?" Chen Bing muttered, brandishing his Spirit Snake Sword as he engaged Death Monk.
An Yi weaved through the dark cultivators like a ghost, cutting them down effortlessly.
In the blink of an eye, two more fell to his dagger—both from behind.
"An Yi, be careful!" Shen Muxuan bit her lip, her delicate hands clenched so tightly they turned pale.
She knew An Yi’s lifespan was running out. The fear of losing him gnawed at her.
She’d already dragged him away from this mess once.
But the commotion here had drawn him back.
An Yi had insisted there was loot to grab—something about getting rich quick. She couldn’t stop him.
Even a fierce tiger struggles against a pack of wolves.
Seven Bright Force experts, plus a horde of lesser fighters.
It was tougher than expected.
But for them, facing An Yi was even worse.
Four dead in moments. Whoever stepped forward died. Only the Bright Force experts could last a few exchanges.
Then, one of the dark cultivators spotted Shen Muxuan standing to the side—an idea forming.
With a sly grin, he lunged at her, blade in hand.
"This girl’s with that brat. Perfect hostage material."
But as he moved, his body stiffened. Frost spread across his skin, freezing him mid-action.
Shen Muxuan’s eyes had turned ice-blue.
The onlookers were petrified.
Since when could martial artists do this?!
Shen Muxuan quietly swallowed a pill. The cold around her intensified.
She had to protect An Yi.
No one could hurt him!
Noticing this, An Yi smirked.
He knew this airheaded girl had some skills, but this was beyond expectations.
That guy had been a Bright Force expert—instantly frozen solid!
Even An Yi would’ve struggled without a sneak attack.
After a fierce skirmish, An Yi stepped back, sweat dripping as the air blade in his hand flickered and dispersed.
"Hey, Glasses, wanna switch?"
Bright Force experts weren’t pushovers. Without his air blade, he’d have been worn down by now.
Chen Bing ignored him, focusing on Death Monk.
None of this was his business. If not for An Yi’s late arrival, he wouldn’t even be here.
Shen Muxuan, wreathed in frost, declared, "An Yi, I’ll help!"
An Yi sighed. "Fine. Stay behind me and be careful."
Meanwhile, Chen Bing’s Spirit Snake Sword left bloody trails across Death Monk’s body.
Death Monk growled, fear creeping into his eyes.
This bespectacled kid—he couldn’t win.
Chen Bing lazily toyed with Death Monk, slicing him like a piece of meat.
Then, a thought struck him.
"Captain Yan! Watch out for that Taoist’s whisk!"
Yan Zhi froze.
So did Thousand Taoist.
Because right then, his whisk had just entangled her whip.
The next step—hidden needles laced with poison would rain down, piercing her through.
His trap had been exposed.
But the trigger was already pulled.
Swoosh!
Thousand Taoist activated the mechanism.
A storm of steel needles shot from the whisk.
Yan Zhi’s face darkened.
If not for the warning, she’d never have dodged in time!
Her silver whip lashed out, forming a protective barrier of energy around her.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The needles bounced off harmlessly.
An Yi glanced over, impressed.
"Energy materialization… Damn, she’s even scarier than I thought."
Thousand Taoist sneered, his skin turning ashen.
"You’re interesting, girl."
Yan Zhi was strong, but they were evenly matched. In a death duel, the outcome was uncertain.
Chen Bing dodged Death Monk’s strike, circling behind him.
But instead of attacking, he called out to Yan Zhi:
"Use the sixth move of Roaming Dragon Whip—Dragon’s Descent! Strike from above!"
Yan Zhi’s eyes widened.
This guy actually knew about their family's ancestral whip technique! He even recognized the specific moves.
Just who the hell is this kid?
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villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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.
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.”
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."
