The sky seemed to split open as a blazing meteor streaked across it!
An Yi, gripping a shattered greatsword, descended from the heavens wreathed in swirling flames!
Boom!
The deafening impact stunned everyone present.
The sheer force of the collision carved a massive crater into the ground, shockwaves rippling outward.
The two ghostly apparitions hovering in the air didn’t even have a chance to resist—they were cleaved into nothingness by the broken blade, scattering into the void.
Que Feng, drenched in blood, collapsed.
Alive or dead—no one could tell.
An Yi landed unsteadily, his clothes in tatters, the Dragon Fang dagger in hand. Step by staggering step, he advanced, his gaze icy.
At the last moment, the bastard had used his blood scythe to block, absorbing most of the impact.
Otherwise, An Yi was seventy percent certain he could’ve reduced him to dust.
"Watch your back!"
Chen Bing’s warning rang out from a distance.
An Yi’s instincts flared.
A one-armed Taoist lunged at him, hurling a whisk straight at his face!
Boom!
A blinding explosion erupted.
"Damn it!" An Yi cursed.
The same trick again!
What kind of evil Taoist spent his days throwing bombs? Was this really acceptable?
Lin Chen reacted swiftly, conjuring four or five air barriers in front of An Yi.
The blast roared, sending shockwaves that even knocked nearby fighters off their feet.
As the dust settled—
Thousand Taoist and Que Feng were gone.
An Yi frowned. "They got away."
Chen Bing kicked a bloodied severed hand on the ground, his tone indifferent. "That demonic Taoist has some tricks up his sleeve."
Dark Crow Wusu—instantly killed by Lin Chen.
Demonic Monk Yu Tian—smashed into a wall by Fang Jueming, fate unknown.
Que Feng, the envoy of the Hundred Ghosts Sect—defeated by An Yi.
Thousand Taoist, now missing an arm, had fled with Que Feng in tow.
Only the Corpse-driving Old Ghost remained, fighting desperately.
But his resolve was crumbling.
He was already looking for an escape.
Seizing the moment, Bai Xiu struck like lightning, his spear piercing the old ghost’s throat.
With the Corpse-driving Old Ghost dead—
The four corpses, each with the strength of a martial master, collapsed with a thud.
Qin Shan gasped for breath. "Finally… that old bastard’s done for."
Bai Xiu flicked his spear, sending the old ghost’s unnaturally light body flying—only for it to burst into splinters midair.
He said flatly, "A decoy. We’ve been fighting a wooden puppet this whole time."
Liu Dachao groaned. "Damn it, they still escaped! Old Bai, you really dropped the ball here."
Bai Xiu yawned, unfazed.
With the masterminds of the Hundred Ghosts Sect gone—
The remaining underlings lost all courage to stay, scattering like roaches, terrified of catching An Yi’s attention.
An Yi picked up the combat dagger he’d thrown earlier and muttered, "Didn’t expect him to slip away."
Shangguan Qianqian stated with certainty, "That Que Feng is already dead."
An Yi’s brow twitched.
This woman… was strange.
What was her background? And why was she considered a "Child of Destiny"?
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Thousand Taoist sprinted away from the battlefield, Que Feng slung over his shoulder.
Blood dripped steadily from his empty sleeve, leaving a trail behind him.
Finally, he stopped to hastily bandage his wound.
Then, with a grim expression, he checked Que Feng’s pulse.
Nothing.
No movement at all.
"Dead?"
Thousand Taoist shook his head.
Leaning against a wall, he closed his eyes in exhaustion.
Dealing with An Yi, he hadn't been careless—he had mobilized nearly all the resources at his disposal. Yet, in the end, this was the result.
"Why hasn’t Immortal Lu arrived yet?" Thousand Taoist murmured, calculating the time with a frown.
At that moment.
In the coastal city of Yangcheng, in the southeastern province.
An old man with a wine-stained nose and a massive bronze gourd strapped to his back glared darkly at the young man before him.
For the first time since coming to this world, the old man felt fear.
A soul-chilling, bone-deep terror!
"Who are you, sir? Why are you opposing the Hundred Ghosts Sect?" Immortal Lu clenched his teeth and demanded in a low voice.
The young man regarded him indifferently and replied leisurely, "I am Long Aoyun."
"Master of the Divine Halls! The War God of Xia Country!"
Immortal Lu's face paled as he realized he had kicked an iron plate.
In all of Xia Country, Long Aoyun was undoubtedly among those he never wished to cross.
This man had transcended the limits of humanity. No one knew just how powerful he truly was!
To stand a chance against him, at least two of the Eight Immortals would need to join forces!
Long Aoyun's eyes were icy as he spoke calmly, "The one you're targeting—An Yi—is my prey."
Immortal Lu hesitated, taking two steps back and bowing respectfully. "Since he is the War God's target, this old man has overstepped. I beg your forgiveness, Lord War God. I shall take my leave!"
With that, he turned to flee.
"Did I say you could leave?"
A lean, shadow-cloaked figure materialized behind Immortal Lu as if emerging from the darkness itself.
Immortal Lu's expression twisted in shock.
He hadn’t sensed this man’s approach—not even the slightest warning!
"Why are you stopping me?!" he cried, turning to Long Aoyun in alarm.
Then, realization dawned on him. "Could it be… because of An Yi?"
Long Aoyun stood atop a jagged reef.
Waves crashed against the shore, surging over the rocks.
Yet, the shimmering seawater seemed to part unnaturally, avoiding Long Aoyun entirely before splashing down.
"The Hundred Ghosts Sect has grown rather bold lately," Long Aoyun remarked coolly.
Immortal Lu’s gaze hardened.
This man was known as the Guardian Deity of Xia Country—a foe not to be trifled with.
Knowing escape was unlikely, he gritted his teeth and formed a sword-hand seal. The massive bronze gourd trembled in response, emitting a resonant hum.
"Go!"
At his command, the gourd blazed with golden light and hurtled toward the black-clad man.
"Not bad for one of the Eight Immortals. Interesting."
The black-clad man’s eyes gleamed with an eerie blue light.
His figure shot forward like lightning, steel claws extending from his fingers, glinting coldly as they clashed against the bronze gourd.
Night waves rolled, carrying a chilling breeze.
Thud.
Immortal Lu collapsed onto the beach, his reed-white hair disheveled, his body drenched in blood. The enormous gourd lay beside him, its glow extinguished. A gaping hole marked his back—his lifeless eyes wide with disbelief.
The black-clad man licked the blood from his claws and sauntered back to Long Aoyun, grinning. "Lord Hall Master, Immortal Lu is dead."
"Hm."
Long Aoyun gave a slight nod and leaped down from the reef.
"My Lord, what about that kid An Yi? Should we eliminate him while we're at it?" The black-clad man’s voice dripped with killing intent.
Long Aoyun shook his head. "No. Let him live for now. He still has his uses."
"As you command, Lord Hall Master," the man replied deferentially.
"Let’s go. Ting Ting will be upset if I’m late. I need to return early to make her soup."
Long Aoyun spoke plainly as he walked away.
Watching his retreating figure, the lean man opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he only sighed deeply.
The night grew colder, and the corpse of Immortal Lu drifted gently with the undulating waves.
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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!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
