Damn it! Why are there so many people today!
A man in a baseball cap, sneaking furtively through the bustling night market crowd. Clutched tightly against his chest was a black token, wrapped in layer upon layer of thick material.
He had obtained the token earlier at the trading house. But to his dismay, he failed to keep it properly hidden—now it was exposed!
The black crystal material of the token made it far too easy to detect. In no time, martial artists from all over had mobilized.
Left with no choice, he spent the entire day fleeing, darting back and forth until he finally arranged for someone to meet him at the night market and deliver the materials to conceal the token.
The crowded night market, chaotic and full of prying eyes, was ironically the better place to slip away unnoticed.
After all, this was something the Blood Fiend Sect wanted!
The middle-aged man in the baseball cap couldn’t hide the greed in his eyes.
He knew—if he could successfully deliver this token to the Blood Fiend Sect, he’d live the rest of his life in luxury, free from any worries!
Taking a deep breath, he pulled his cap lower and slipped out of the night market, ducking into an alley to make his quiet escape.
Earlier, someone had fired a gunshot—though he had no idea who.
But that was fine. In the chaos, it was easier to disappear.
As he walked, his gaze landed on a cold-faced girl carrying a massive sniper rifle. He froze for a moment.
Hmm. Smoking hot body, gorgeous face… and she wore glasses!
Just his type!
Then—suddenly—danger struck!
A chill shot down his spine!
Shing!
A gleaming silver hook slashed toward his neck!
Instinctively, he leaped back—just in time to save his life!
But his cap was knocked off, revealing a bald head.
Su Xue’er, wielding a uniquely designed iron hook, spoke coolly: "Liu Erdao, I’ve been tailing you this whole time. Hand over the token, and I might let you live."
"The Death Hook? Hah, so you’re from the Underworld?"
Liu Erdao grinned, his smile sinister.
Su Xue’er swung the hook again, lunging forward!
Liu Erdao countered with two blades, deflecting the hook’s strike.
Seizing the opening, he didn’t hesitate—he turned and bolted.
Su Xue’er didn’t chase. Instead, she calmly watched his fleeing figure before raising the sniper rifle from her back.
The muzzle flashed.
Bang!
A hole the size of a bowl exploded in Liu Erdao’s back.
"Cheap shot…"
Those were his last words before he collapsed, dead.
"Pathetic."
Su Xue’er slung the rifle back over her shoulder.
"In this day and age, even martial artists need to keep up with the times."
Then—a cloud of black smoke surged toward her!
Poison mist!
Su Xue’er leaped back in alarm.
A shadowy figure darted through the smoke, snatching the token from Liu Erdao’s corpse!
"Give that back!"
Su Xue’er shouted furiously as the figure fled.
She raised her rifle and fired—Bang!
But her target had already vaulted over the rooftops. The bullet struck the tiles, sending sparks flying.
"A woman?! I won’t let you get away with this!"
Su Xue’er clenched her fists, teeth gritted.
Elsewhere in the night market…
Yuan Yuan sprinted through the streets, a triumphant smile curling her lips as she clutched the stolen package.
"Perfect—it’s the token!"
She couldn’t believe how easy it had been to snatch it.
Nothing like playing the waiting game and swooping in at the last moment.
"This way—just a little further!"
But then—a shout rang out.
Two martial artists charged straight for her.
Yuan Yuan’s expression darkened as she retreated. "How?! Why are they—"
Then she glanced down at the package in her hand—and her eyes widened.
The wrapping around the token had torn open.
"Damn it! They’ve tracked me!"
Gritting her teeth, she broke into a full sprint.
She had to get this to her senior brother, Xue Ming—fast!
Meanwhile…
An Yi was still tagging along with Lin Chen, pretending to search for the token.
"Blocked again!"
Frustrated martial artists cursed at their tracking devices.
"Most of the tokens still out there are already controlled by the major sects. The ones left are rare!"
An Yi yawned. "Old Lin, let’s just go. How long are we gonna keep this up?"
Lin Chen’s face was stone-cold. "I’m not giving up until we find it."
"Then goodnight. I’m going to bed."
An Yi waved dismissively and turned to leave.
Like they’d ever find it when it’s right here with me.
"Signal’s back! The red dot’s back!"
A martial artist shouted excitedly.
An Yi’s eyebrow twitched.
Did I just get exposed?
In an instant, the crowd erupted, surging toward the eastern district.
An Yi realized—another token had appeared tonight!
"Quick! It’s there!"
Lin Chen’s eyes sharpened as he grabbed An Yi by the collar and dragged him along.
"Hey—no! Why are you dragging me?!"
"Up ahead! I see it—that girl with the big chest has it!"
"Get her!"
Yuan Yuan’s face paled as she tightened her grip on the package.
She knew—right now, the token was nothing but a death sentence.
Without the strength to defend it, whoever held it was doomed.
Whoosh!
A crossbow bolt shot past her, grazing her shoulder. Blood seeped from the wound.
She tried to keep running—only to find another group of martial artists blocking her path.
More and more were closing in!
Where the hell is Senior Brother?!
Panic flickered across Yuan Yuan’s delicate features.
If she continued to stubbornly hold onto this token, she would die here.
"Heh heh, nowhere to run now!"
The leader, a warrior wielding a massive axe, appeared panting in front of Yuan Yuan. His lecherous eyes shamelessly roamed over her curvaceous figure, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.
Yuan Yuan stepped back, only to find another group of warriors blocking her retreat.
She was completely surrounded.
"That big-titted girl’s looks are top-notch. Imagine taking her home, heh heh!"
"Hahaha, let’s share her!"
The axe-wielding warrior licked his lips excitedly. "Tsk tsk, little beauty! Why don’t you submit to me?"
Rip!
A spear pierced through the air like a gust of wind, impaling the burly man through his spine.
Wild Goose Spear Bai Ye, clad in white, withdrew his weapon, blood gushing out like a fountain.
Soon after, Old Mo and Pink Gentleman Xiao Han stepped forward.
Yuan Yuan, still shaken, stared at the spearman, knowing there was no escape now.
Wild Goose Spear Bai Ye was a top-fifty expert on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, just like her senior brother!
Not to mention Old Mo and Xiao Han were here too!
Just then, she caught sight of a carefree figure, and a dull ache flared in her chest.
It’s him!
Gritting her teeth, Yuan Yuan hatched a plan.
Since she’d have to surrender the token sooner or later, why not use it to kill two birds with one stone?
"An Yi, catch!"
With that, Yuan Yuan hurled the token toward An Yi.
An Yi, who had been planning to just watch the show, caught it in surprise.
His eyes flicked over the voluptuous girl, lingering on her face in confusion before dropping lower—then realization dawned.
So it’s her!
They’d only met once, and there had been some friction, but he never expected this girl would hand the token over to him!
Pointing at Yuan Yuan, An Yi thumped his chest with a fist, moved. "Little sis, I’ll remember this favor!"
A faint smirk curled Yuan Yuan’s lips.
Idiot!
Too dumb to realize he’s walking to his death!
Then, her face paled.
A figure cloaked in darkness, radiating killing intent, strode forward. Xue Ming glared at her icily.
"You gave the token to him? Xue Yuanyuan, you’ve got some nerve!"
Xue Yuanyuan’s face turned ashen. "S-Senior brother, let me explain!"

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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."

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.”