The blind young man grinned and said, "Interesting. You dare provoke the Hundred Ghosts Sect! An Yi, I’d like to see just how much your Asura Sect is worth!"
As he spoke—
The blind young man’s body blurred into an afterimage!
With terrifying speed, he lunged at An Yi!
So fast!
An Yi’s expression turned grave.
Almost instinctively, he raised his Dragonfang Demonic Sword to block!
Clang!
The scythe was already above An Yi’s head, pressing down relentlessly!
With his free hand, An Yi channeled Qi Manipulation, summoning a swirling gust of wind that he hurled straight at the blind youth’s face!
"Too weak!"
The blind youth sneered, stepping back.
Gripping his scythe with both hands, he tore through the wind blade like it was nothing and swung again!
An Yi seized the moment to leap forward, pulling out a combat knife and hurling it like a projectile at the blind youth!
"Let’s see what tricks you’ve got!"
The blind youth smirked, deflecting the knife with a flick of his scythe.
Then—
Suddenly!
A surge of overwhelming killing intent crashed down!
The blind youth’s face paled.
A blade—three meters long—streaked toward his face at blinding speed!
Sssshhk!
The blind youth barely managed to dodge backward.
His eyepatch was sliced clean off!
"Damn it! So close!"
An Yi gritted his teeth, his face slightly pale.
In that split second, he had unleashed the Dragonfang Demonic Sword’s full power, extending it from a three-foot blade to a massive three-meter greatsword.
Yet even that hadn’t landed a hit.
"That was close, you little bastard! You’re one sneaky son of a bitch!"
The blind youth took another step back, his voice trembling with lingering fear.
At the same time, his rage burned hotter.
The aura of a Peak Martial Artist erupted from his body.
With his eyepatch gone, his eyes were revealed—pitch-black voids.
Hollow, inhuman.
Eerie and unsettling.
Lin Chen, gripping his Cloud-Splitting Staff, called out, "Kid, I’ll back you up!"
"So you’re not actually blind," An Yi said coldly, staring at the youth. "You’re not from this world."
The blind youth’s face flickered with surprise before twisting into a mocking grin. "Neither are you!"
"Hah. A Warden from the Tower of Babel."
An Yi tightened his grip on the Dragonfang Demonic Sword, its edge gleaming with cold light.
He closed his eyes.
In his mind flashed the dying smile of that kind old man.
The cruel scythe.
A nightmare that had haunted him for countless nights.
"Fate has a funny way of bringing enemies together."
An Yi’s lips curled into an icy smile. "Old Lin, this one’s mine."
Lin Chen halted, staff in hand.
He had never seen such a terrifying look in An Yi’s eyes before.
Shangguan Qianqian frowned briefly before relaxing.
Meanwhile, Fang Jueming, locked in a fierce battle with the demonic monk Yu Tian, was being pushed back, battered and bruised.
His gaze shifted toward An Yi, his expression complicated.
Somehow, he could sense the overwhelming fury An Yi was suppressing.
Yu Tian, observing the fight, smirked. "Your friend’s about to die."
Fang Jueming shot him a cold glare before inhaling deeply. His fists ignited with radiant energy.
"Fourth Strike!"
A violent gust of wind, infused with Dragon Coiling Fist energy, blasted toward Yu Tian.
"Ants will always be ants. How dare you challenge an immortal?"
Yu Tian’s eyes flickered with reverence as he glanced at the blind youth before slamming his palm into Fang Jueming’s shoulder!
Fang Jueming staggered back, blood trickling from his lips, but his stance remained unbroken.
"Fifth Strike!"
Like a thunderbolt!
The force of his punch rippled outward!
Yu Tian sneered. "With Warden Que Feng here, none of you will escape alive!"
As he spoke, he met Fang Jueming’s fist with a full-powered palm strike.
Boom!
A shockwave erupted!
Yu Tian’s expression suddenly changed.
This punch—
It was far stronger than he expected!
Not only did it match his full strength, it even seemed to overpower him!
Fang Jueming grinned.
Finally!
Without interruption, he had done it!
"Sixth Strike of the Flash Fist!"
With a roar, the bandages around his fists exploded into shreds!
His punch carried the force of a mountain’s collapse!
The gale-force wind, fused with Dragon Coiling Fist energy, formed a vortex around him, sending shockwaves in all directions!
Yu Tian had no time to dodge. He gritted his teeth and raised his arms to block.
Crack!
His arm snapped instantly!
The punch’s momentum didn’t stop—it plowed straight into his chest!
Whoosh!
Yu Tian was sent flying like a cannonball, smashing into a marble structure and leaving a massive crater behind!
His fate was unknown.
Long and Hu, still fighting off waves of lesser fighters, gaped at the scene.
"How the hell is he this strong? He’s just an Initiate-level fighter like us!"
"And he just sent Yu Tian flying!"
Fang Jueming panted heavily, dropping to one knee from exhaustion. His eyes locked onto An Yi, still locked in combat with Que Feng.
"Master… don’t lose."
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The Dragonfang Demonic Sword clashed relentlessly against the blood-red scythe!
Their movements were so fast that even trained martial artists could barely track them!
Que Feng was a Peak Martial Artist.
An Yi held nothing back—every strike was lethal.
Hidden weapons, Qi Manipulation, unpredictable combinations—
Though Que Feng had the upper hand, finishing An Yi off was no easy task.
"Is this all you’ve got?" Que Feng taunted, his scythe unleashing a ghostly apparition!
"Soul-Severing Slash!"
An Yi’s eyes darkened.
"Tch. Same old tricks."
This attack carried a soul-rending effect. A single hit would tear one’s spirit from their body.
An Yi gripped the Dragonfang Demonic Sword with both hands.
The blade burned crimson, like molten lava.
"First Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Parting Sorrow!"
In an instant—
A crescent of bloody sword light erupted from the blade!
The sheer force of the slash collided with Que Feng’s ghostly strike!
Boom!
The two attacks canceled each other out!
Que Feng’s expression darkened. This was his trump card—how had this brat countered it?
"Time to get serious— Wait, where did he—?"
Then—
He looked up.
Cold sweat drenched his back.
"System! Dump all 200 points of Malevolence into [Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords]!"
An Yi’s mental command was swift.
The Dragonfang Demonic Sword shrank back into a ring on his finger.
In its place, he drew a broken, impossibly heavy sword from his storage space.
The moment it appeared, its weight dragged An Yi downward like a meteor!
Flames wreathed his body as he fell, trailing a blazing dragon of fire and wind behind him!
An indescribable terror seized Que Feng.
His hollow eyes widened. He tried to flee—
But the air around him had solidified, locking him in place!
"Then let’s see who dies first!"
Que Feng gritted his teeth as two sinister ghostly shadows surged around his body, intertwining and spiraling before charging toward An Yi, who descended from above.
An Yi stood wreathed in swirling flames, a cold smirk curling at the corners of his lips.
"Dragonfall—Second Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords!"
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
