Bang!
Like sunlight piercing through the night!
A gunshot echoed through the bustling night market!
Holy crap! Did someone just get shot?
Damn, what are you going to do?
See if I can loot some gear!
After the gunshot, chaos erupted across the night market.
Su Xue'er narrowed her eyes, peering through her scope before sighing and deciding to put on her glasses.
She always felt like those glasses ruined her vibe.
The gunshot sent the entire night market into a frenzy, people scrambling like sardines in a packed tin.
Su Xue'er gripped her dagger and slipped quietly into the crowd.
Chaos was her opportunity.
Only in disorder could she strike.
Meanwhile.
Xue Ming, the young master of the Five Poisons Sect, stared at the device in his hand and muttered, "Search carefully. The token to the Hongtian Secret Realm appeared here."
"Yes!"
Yuan Yuan nodded, then asked seriously, "Could it be on An Yi? Should we take him out first?"
"Possible, but don’t alert him."
Xue Ming frowned, watching the panicked crowd before gritting his teeth. "Who the hell fired that shot? Everything’s ruined!"
By now, the night market was in complete disarray, people running in every direction.
Lin Chen wasted no time shoving Qin Yao into the car. "It's dangerous here. Go home!"
"The Hongtian Secret Realm token is here."
Qin Yao blinked playfully, speaking with confidence.
Lin Chen’s brow furrowed.
The Hongtian Secret Realm—a place capable of stirring a bloody storm in the martial world.
It appeared once every hundred years, yet not everyone had the chance to enter.
But breaking into the Hongtian Secret Realm was no easy feat. The powerful spatial barriers could crush even a Transcendent Realm martial artist into dust.
Only a rare substance called Black Crystal could help warriors withstand the spatial barriers, allowing safe passage into the realm.
Over thousands of years, the remaining Black Crystals had been forged into tokens.
One hundred and eight tokens—no more existed in the world.
Without one, even dreaming of entering was futile.
Hearing that a Hongtian Secret Realm token was here, Lin Chen couldn’t help but ask, "Are you sure?"
He had searched for two years without a single lead.
Qin Yao smirked. "Of course! Why else would I drag you here? So, how are you gonna thank me?"
The Qin family’s public face was business, but their true power lay in their terrifying intelligence network.
Making money? Just a side gig.
Lin Chen said seriously, "I’ll cook you something good when we get back."
Qin Yao pouted. "How about this—I go find An Yi, and you don’t tell my dad. Deal?"
"No. That guy’s scum."
Lin Chen stated firmly.
Qin Yao huffed. "You always badmouth An Yi, poisoning my ears with your lies. Well, I don’t believe your slander anymore!"
"Believe what you want. Stay in the car!"
With that, Lin Chen unceremoniously shoved her back inside.
"Can’t you let me watch? All the major sects are gathering tonight—it’s gonna be wild!"
Qin Yao protested excitedly.
Lin Chen’s expression darkened. "Little Fu, take the young mistress home. Don’t let her out without my permission."
"Got it, Brother Chen!"
Little Fu revved the engine, the Tesla roaring to life as it prepared to leave.
Qin Yao quickly tossed Lin Chen an earpiece. "Wear this."
Lin Chen put it on, puzzled.
Qin Yao grinned. "I’ll feed you coordinates. Just follow them. And be careful—the Underworld Sect, the Five Poisons Sect—"
Before she could finish, Little Fu sped off.
Lin Chen gripped his Cloud-Splitting Staff, scanning the chaotic night market.
Finding the Hongtian Secret Realm token in this mess was like searching for a needle in a haystack.
"Hey hey, poker face, you hear me?"
Qin Yao’s voice crackled through the earpiece.
Lin Chen nodded. "Loud and clear."
"Good. Now listen up! The location is—"
In a shadowy alley.
Whoosh!
A combat knife slashed through the air, cutting down a black-clad man.
The man collapsed, blood pooling beneath him.
Bodies littered the ground, the stench of blood thick in the air.
An Yi held his dagger, coldly staring into the darkness. "Skulking around like rats. Come out, or your men won’t be the only ones dying tonight."
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A pale-faced young man stepped out from the shadows.
A chilling aura spread, as if freezing the very air.
His features were delicate, but his pallor carried an eerie, deathly stillness.
"Sorry, these men weren’t sent by me. They were already here when I noticed."
The young man scratched his head, almost sheepishly.
An Yi frowned. This guy was… off.
"Impressive. As expected of the Night Emperor. Even the Yin-Yang Sect’s assassins are no match for you."
The young man smiled. "Hello, I’m Xiao Yike. Same sect as the men who tried to kill you."
An Yi scowled. "Never heard of you."
"You… don’t know me?"
Xiao Yike seemed genuinely surprised.
An Yi rolled his eyes. "The hell? Why should I?"
Xiao Yike’s demeanor shifted, a bloodthirsty aura rising around him. "Someone asked me to test you. My apologies."
In an instant, a blade shot from his sleeve, slashing toward An Yi.
An Yi barely spared him a glance, casually deflecting with an air slash.
Xiao Yike, noticing An Yi’s dismissiveness, frowned. "Don’t underestimate me. Fight me seriously, or you’ll die!"
His blade gleamed crimson.
One slash—An Yi’s air blade split apart, dissipating into nothing.
Then, a primal warning flared in Xiao Yike’s instincts.
He barely had time to react before An Yi appeared behind him.
"No clue what you’re after… but die."
Shink!
The dagger descended without mercy.
Clang!
A bloody blade intercepted at the last moment.
Xiao Yike had spun around, countering with inhuman speed.
No backstab bonus—150% damage gone.
An Yi sighed internally. Oh well. Against a minor threat like this, it didn’t matter.
Clang!
Another lightning-fast strike, angled lethally—yet Xiao Yike’s crimson shortsword blocked it effortlessly.
Xiao Yike’s lips twisted into a grotesque grin. "I said… don’t hold back!"
An Yi’s eyes narrowed.
This guy had completely changed. His movements, his presence—even his aura boiled with violence.
Behavioral habits don’t shift so easily…
Ah.
Dual souls.
A rare pain in the ass.
"Heheh… Night Emperor! Let’s see what makes you worthy of standing beside the Yin-Yang Demon Prodigy!"
Xiao Yike advanced, his once-shy demeanor replaced by something monstrous. "Last warning. Fight me with everything you’ve got… or you die here."
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.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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."
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.”
