The appearance of Xiang Chun, the "Snake Dart," undoubtedly cast a heavy pressure over the scene.
Unlike the martial artists who had come before, Xiang Chun had already carved out a fearsome reputation years ago. Even among those at the Dark Force level, few could rival him.
Fu Changchun, the leader of the Surging Waves Palm Sect, wore a grave expression.
Xiang Chun’s strength surpassed his own.
Though this young man had decent skills, he was still too inexperienced—clearly no match for Xiang Chun.
Adding to that was Xiang Chun’s elusive stealth abilities. If he were to obtain the "Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords," no one would be able to take them back from him!
The yellow-robed beauty’s eyes darted around, her thoughts unreadable.
"Oh, so we’ve got a real expert here!"
An Yi grinned, though inwardly he was cursing up a storm.
Damn it, all he wanted was to crush some weaklings and complete that ridiculous "Tyrant" mission!
But now, he’d run into a tough nut to crack!
This guy was clearly not someone to be trifled with.
Things were getting tricky!
Xiang Chun clasped his fists and said coolly, "Snake Dart—Xiang Chun."
Nearby, the two monks, Long and Hu, cheered An Yi on half-heartedly.
"Brother Chen, maybe you should just give up."
"Yeah, losing to the Snake Dart isn’t shameful!"
"Getting turned into a pincushion wouldn’t look good on anyone."
"Right, not good at all."
The two bald monks bantered back and forth, making a vein bulge on An Yi’s forehead.
"I’ve heard of you—the Night Emperor!"
A dagger materialized in Xiang Chun’s hand as he added indifferently, "Compared to that sword technique, I’m actually more interested in you."
Night Emperor?!
The moment those words were spoken, the entire crowd was stunned.
The martial artists stared in disbelief at the shameless-looking young man, their expressions turning grave.
"He’s the Night Emperor who killed the Gourd Immortal?"
The Gourd Immortal had been a figure akin to a patriarch among the dark practitioners, a terror who had dominated the martial world with his overwhelming strength.
For over a century, his reign of brutality had made even infants cease their crying at the mere mention of his name.
Thus, when a lone warrior stormed the Gourd Immortal’s lair and slew him, the name "Night Emperor" shook the Great Xia overnight.
Yet who could have imagined that the legendary Night Emperor would be this young, this sleazy, this despicable?
Feeling the awed gazes of the crowd, An Yi unconsciously straightened his back, sensing something akin to "coolness" radiating from himself.
Who would’ve thought? His reputation as the Night Emperor actually carried weight!
"Night Emperor, since we both wield daggers, how about a little spar?"
Xiang Chun twirled his dagger, his eyes icy.
This was the killing intent unique to assassins—like a venomous serpent lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment.
"You’ve got the wrong guy. My name’s Lin Chen. The Night Emperor is dashing and powerful—how could I dare impersonate him?"
An Yi waved his hand modestly.
Hearing this, the martial artists collectively sighed in relief.
"See, I told you! The Night Emperor’s infamous—no way he’s some scrawny brat."
"Doesn’t look the part at all. Lin Chen? Sounds like some third-rate nobody."
At that moment, Xiang Chun moved like the wind, his dagger slashing horizontally.
"Whether you’re the Night Emperor or not, we’ll find out soon enough!"
An Yi gripped his combat dagger and charged forward without hesitation.
Clang!
The two blades collided, sparks flying.
"Not bad," Xiang Chun remarked casually.
Then, with his other hand, he thrust a hidden spike straight for An Yi’s eyes.
The move was vicious—so sudden that the onlookers gasped, their pupils contracting in shock.
Clang!
At the last possible second, An Yi summoned the Dragon Fang Dagger, blocking Xiang Chun’s sneak attack.
"If you don’t get serious, you’ll die."
Xiang Chun smirked, forcefully parrying An Yi’s strike and forcing both of them back a step.
An Yi now held twin daggers—one in a standard grip, the other reversed—his expression solemn.
After just two exchanges, his arms were already numb.
It was clear: this guy’s strength and speed far surpassed his own.
At the Dark Force level, Xiang Chun was likely among the very best.
Even the Dark Daoist he’d fought before would’ve been crushed in comparison!
"Fine. Then I’ll get serious too."
An Yi’s voice was calm.
At the same time, he allocated 100 points of Evil Power Value into strength and speed—the very foundations of combat prowess.
An Yi closed the distance, launching the first offensive.
Xiang Chun met him head-on.
But the moment their blades clashed, Xiang Chun’s expression flickered—this kid’s speed and power had suddenly skyrocketed.
"You were holding back earlier?"
"Still denying you’re the Night Emperor?" Xiang Chun said coldly.
His dagger lashed out relentlessly, targeting An Yi’s throat, heart, and other vital points.
Each strike was ruthless, his assault as relentless as tidal waves.
An Yi countered with his twin daggers, relying on razor-sharp reflexes to hold his ground, turning defense into offense.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The spectators held their breath, tension thick in the air.
The two moved so fast that only blurred afterimages and the sparks from their clashing blades were visible.
Fu Changchun watched, sweat beading on his forehead.
He couldn’t help but feel relieved he hadn’t stepped in earlier—this kid might’ve been more than he could handle.
Losing was one thing, but as the leader of the Surging Waves Palm Sect, being defeated by a twenty-year-old would’ve made it impossible to hold his head high in the martial world again.
As An Yi’s attacks grew fiercer, Xiang Chun’s expression darkened.
"Did this brat start training in the womb? How is he so skilled with daggers?"
The relentless back-and-forth pushed both of them to their limits, their vigilance at its peak.
Both men aimed for each other's vital points—a single strike would be fatal. Neither dared to be careless!
At that moment, Zhang Fan, who had been leaning against the wall playing with his dagger, revealed a sinister smile and quietly moved to ambush An Yi.
Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords!
This was the reward mission assigned by his Poison Master System—he had to complete it.
"Stop!"
Chen Bing's voice rang out behind Zhang Fan as his flexible Spirit Snake Sword appeared from his waist.
Zhang Fan turned his head and glanced at him coldly. "I advise you not to meddle in this."
Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses and said leisurely, "I don’t care who else you kill, but this kid’s life is off-limits."
"Tch!"
Zhang Fan shot Chen Bing a frigid glare but took no further action.
The bespectacled man seemed ordinary, yet Zhang Fan sensed an unsettling, terrifying aura from him.
Swoosh!
Finally, Xiang Chun made the first move, hurling his hidden spike like a dart straight at An Yi’s face.
An Yi reacted swiftly, swinging his dagger to unleash a Qi Slash!
The strike deflected Xiang Chun’s spike.
But then, Xiang Chun’s lips curled into a chilling smirk.
A serpent-shaped dart slid from his waist into his hand, and he launched it in one fluid motion!
"Watch out, bro! Xiang Chun’s a sneaky bastard who specializes in hidden weapons!"
Long noticed Xiang Chun’s suspicious movements and immediately shouted a warning.
Only then did An Yi realize something was off—Xiang Chun had been subtly reaching for his waist, probably preparing a dirty trick!
"Damn it!"
"What a disgrace!"
"We agreed on a dagger duel, and you resort to underhanded tricks like hidden weapons?!"
"Does your conscience even exist?!"
Furious, An Yi discreetly tucked away the steel needles he had prepared in his sleeve.
If his opponent was a hidden weapons expert, his own amateurish skills wouldn’t cut it.
In that case—
System, pour all my remaining Evil Power Value into [Hidden Weapons Mastery]!
In that split second, An Yi communicated with his system at lightning speed.
Ding! Congratulations, host! [Hidden Weapons Mastery] has reached Lv. 3, unlocking the skill [Heart-Seeker Finger]!
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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.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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."
