If we're talking about An Yi's killing move,
it has to be the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords!
Rumored to be capable of slaughtering even dragons, this sword technique is terrifyingly powerful and exquisitely refined!
The first stance, "Parting Sorrow," combined with a 150% damage bonus from a sneak attack!
An Yi had never met anyone who could withstand it in all his years!
Well, today he finally did.
Though Han Xi's back was drenched in blood, with wounds deep enough to reveal bone, he had indeed blocked the strike!
Lin Chen released the Dragon-Binding Art!
While it didn't drain his mana, his stamina was running thin.
The old man had been struggling relentlessly, and by the end, Lin Chen's hands were trembling.
A top-100 expert on the Heavenly Rankings was no pushover.
"Brilliant, truly extraordinary talents. Given another five years, this old man would stand no chance against you," Han Xi remarked calmly, wiping the blood from his back.
"In the path of martial arts, the older you get, the more profound your energy becomes!
Right up until your twilight years, you remain at your peak!"
At sixty-nine years old, he was currently at the pinnacle of his martial prowess.
Yet these two youngsters, barely twenty, could already clash with him like this.
If they had a few more years to grow, how terrifying would they become?
Han Xi couldn't fathom how strong these two would be in the future.
But one thing was certain—they were nothing like that red-haired brat pinned under a giant broken sword, screaming for his grandpa to save him.
"Can you hold on?" An Yi asked gravely.
"I won't go down that easy."
Lin Chen spun his Cloud-Splitting Hook in hand, gripping it tightly as he said coolly, "The Iron Bone Technique of the Blood Fiend Sect. His bones and tendons are tempered harder than steel."
"That's not even human!" An Yi complained, hesitating whether to activate Berserk Mode.
Berserk would boost all his attributes by 200%!
Beating this old man wouldn't be hard, but it'd burn through his resources too fast!
For frugal An Yi, that was unacceptable.
Back when he faced the Gourd Immortal, it had cost him ten years of his lifespan in one go. The memory still haunted him.
The trauma was too deep!
What if he suddenly dropped dead mid-fight? That'd scare the hell out of people.
"Grandpa Xi, take them down!" Han Liang shouted furiously.
At the moment, he was crushed under a massive broken sword, unable to even crawl free.
An Yi, worried he might escape if left unchecked, had pulled out the greatsword and pinned him down like a turtle.
The sword's weight was staggering—even lifting it was a struggle.
In his wounded state, Han Liang wasn't going anywhere!
Han Xi's expression turned icy as he studied the two.
Internally, he sighed. The earlier sword strike had shattered his internal organs with its dispersed sword energy. Right now, he was just toughing it out.
If these two youngsters landed another sneak attack...
He might just leave his old life here today.
Then, a pistol emerged.
"Long time no see, Elder Han."
Lin Mei'er's alluring figure appeared abruptly behind Han Xi.
A sleek silver pistol in her hand, its dark muzzle aimed squarely at him!
"The Lin family's girl?" Han Xi turned slightly, glancing at Lin Mei'er before speaking indifferently.
Lin Mei'er giggled. "I'm surprised Elder Han still remembers me."
Han Xi sighed nostalgically. "Back then, you were just a little girl of seven or eight. In the blink of an eye, thirty—"
Ahem—"We're not here to reminisce!" Lin Mei'er interrupted, her finger tightening on the trigger in warning.
Looking at Lin Chen, Han Xi suddenly understood. "This must be the eldest daughter's boy. Truly exceptional."
With Lin Mei'er's appearance, Han Xi had already accepted his fate.
Today, he was done for.
Even at full strength, he might not have been a match for Lin Mei'er.
An Yi raised an eyebrow at the turn of events. This was getting strange.
Just then, a phone ringtone cut through the tension.
Shangguan Qianqian?
What did she want at this hour?
An Yi casually declined the call.
But the ringing persisted.
"What do you want?" An Yi asked flatly.
Shangguan Qianqian's cool voice replied, "Are you fighting the Blood Fiend Sect right now?"
"How'd you know?" An Yi was puzzled.
Hearing this, Shangguan Qianqian's tone grew urgent. "Good, I made it in time. Don't kill Han Liang—keep him alive. He's useful!"
"Why?"
An Yi frowned. "You couldn't have told me earlier?"
"If I had, it would've disrupted the fixed timeline!"
Shangguan Qianqian's voice was firm, deadly serious.
Only after confirming Han Liang was still alive did her icy, beautiful features relax slightly.
In her past life,
An Yi slaying Han Xi, a Heavenly Rankings expert, had been just the spark.
What followed was nothing short of a catastrophe for the world!
A chaotic war erupted on the eve of the Hongtian Secret Realm's opening, dragging in nearly half the sects.
Back then, she had been one of the casualties.
An Yi hung up, lost in thought.
"Children of Destiny are never simple. Didn't that girl say she was a reincarnator...?"
"The Netherworld has always been on good terms with the Blood Fiend Sect. Elder Han, let's consider today a misunderstanding," Lin Mei'er warned. "If there's a next time, the Netherworld will personally pay the Blood Fiend Sect a visit!"
Han Xi's face darkened.
What he'd thought was a minor skirmish had unexpectedly involved the Netherworld.
If this escalated further, it would become a clash between two colossal forces—a price neither side could afford.
With a cupped fist, Han Xi prepared to take Han Liang and leave.
Lin Chen blocked his path with the Cloud-Splitting Staff in hand and said coldly, "You were the ones who came to provoke us. Now that you’ve hit a wall, you think you can just leave? It’s not that easy."
"Yeah, not that easy at all."
An Yi grinned, sauntering up to Han Liang and whispering slyly, "You know, Redhead, you’re not half bad. How about becoming my lackey?"
"A warrior would rather die than suffer humiliation!" Han Liang growled.
Making the young master of their sect his subordinate? Impossible!
Shing!
A black dagger appeared in An Yi’s hand.
He ran his finger along the blade and mused, "Killing you… isn’t off the table either."
Han Liang:
Under the weight of An Yi’s smiling yet knife-edged gaze, Han Liang swallowed hard and stammered, "B-but… I’m the young master of the Blood Fiend Sect. Wouldn’t it be… inappropriate for me to be your lackey?"
"Just answer the question—do you want to or not? I want to hear your thoughts!" An Yi pressed.
"Well… the Asura Gate is pretty legendary. I’ve always had a bit of admiration for it," Han Liang muttered weakly.
This bastard’s insane!
Why the hell is he so set on making me his lackey?!
Ding! Han Liang requests to submit. Accept?
An Yi’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk.
Without hesitation, he tapped Accept.
He wasn’t entirely sure why Shangguan Qianqian valued this guy so much, but it couldn’t hurt. Maybe he’d find some use for the trash someday.
An Yi sheathed his heavy sword and helped Han Liang up with a cheerful grin. "Once you’re back, remember to turn over a new leaf. Safe travels."
Watching the scene unfold, Lin Chen frowned slightly in confusion.
But he didn’t interfere, letting Han Xi drag Han Liang away.
This kid always acted unpredictably, but he wasn’t stupid.
As for his motives? That remained unclear.
Lin Mei'er’s gaze turned icy as she fixed it on the Qin family villa. Her finger tightened on the trigger, and her silver gun spat fire.
"Qin Zhengwei! Get out here!"
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.
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.”
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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!
