Monster beasts? Fire Hyenas?
An Yi raised an eyebrow as he saw the crimson-furred creatures with fangs dripping foul saliva.
As expected, places abundant in spiritual energy always had some bizarre things.
Take that Gourd Immortal, for example—his true form was a gourd, only taking human shape after being nourished by spiritual power.
Roar!
A fire hyena lunged at An Yi first.
Swoosh!
A blade of wind slashed through the air!
Blood splattered!
The fire hyena collapsed, drenched in its own gore.
An Yi smirked disdainfully. "That's it?"
Rustle!
In this world of lava and flames, countless fire hyenas emerged from the mountains, their eerie green eyes fixed on him as they closed in.
An Yi took a step back, swallowing hard, and summoned the Dragonfang Demon Sword into his hand.
"What the hell?!"
He must have pissed someone off—why else would he end up in a nest of fire hyenas?
"Get the hell away from me!"
With a roar, An Yi unleashed swirling blades of wind in all directions!
Splat!
Fire hyenas that failed to dodge were instantly shredded into pieces!
But compared to the hundreds swarming around him, the number he killed was pitifully small.
An Yi panted slightly.
"Damn it, slaughtering these things is getting old. Did I stumble into some fake secret realm?"
Roar!
From atop a hill, an enormous fire hyena emerged from the pack, its cold green eyes locked onto him.
An Yi's eyebrow twitched.
This one was massive—standing five meters tall on all fours, while ordinary fire hyenas barely reached one meter.
"The Fire Hyena King?"
Focusing, An Yi recognized it instantly based on his past-world experience.
This was a third-tier monster beast.
Fire hyenas were pack hunters, obeying their leader's commands.
"Interesting. If I kill you, this ends, right?"
Grinning, An Yi let his aura surge around him.
The Fire Hyena King stared back, its lips curling in an eerily human-like smirk.
Fire hyenas leaped at him from all sides!
An Yi's lips curled as he rested the demon sword at his waist, assuming a draw stance.
A storm of energy erupted, and even the airborne hyenas began to panic.
"Third Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Storm of Blades!"
In an instant!
A tempest of sword energy bloomed across the scorching world!
The shrieks of fire hyenas filled the air!
A rain of foul blood and severed limbs painted the ground crimson.
The Fire Hyena King's green eyes flickered with terror, its powerful limbs trembling.
An Yi erected a wind barrier, shielding himself from the bloody downpour—
But a single drop still landed on his lips.
Locking eyes with the Fire Hyena King, An Yi licked the blood off with a wild grin.
To the beast, his handsome face now looked like a nightmare.
"Blergh—!"
The murderous aura vanished as An Yi suddenly doubled over, retching.
"Goddammit! Shouldn’t have copied those cool blood-licking scenes—this tastes like sewage!"
Seizing the chance, the Fire Hyena King pounced!
"Looking to die?!"
Wiping his mouth, An Yi raised his sword.
A third-tier monster beast was roughly on par with a peak martial artist.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Three strikes later, the Fire Hyena King's claws trembled—its panic growing.
It realized this human was beyond it.
Just then, the remaining hyenas closed in from all sides.
An Yi flicked his wrist, sending steel needles flying like a scythe through wheat—hyenas dropped dead in waves.
The Fire Hyena King seized the opening, lunging again with jaws wide!
"Trying to bite me?"
An Yi eyed its fangs—
Then flames erupted from the beast's maw!
"Holy shit!"
An Yi barely had time to curse.
This thing had awakened spiritual fire!
Inferno engulfed him.
The Fire Hyena King paused, gleeful—
Then its eyes bulged as agony tore through it.
An Yi had slid beneath it, evading the flames and driving the Dragonfang Sword into its soft underbelly.
Like a hot knife through butter, the blade split it open.
Guts and blood spilled—
Thud!
The king collapsed.
Leaderless, the surviving hyenas scattered, leaving only corpses behind.
An Yi flicked blood off his sword, shrinking it to a dagger as he carved out a fiery spirit core from the king's skull.
Coming from that world, he knew the value of these cores.
In this era of scarce spiritual energy, they were priceless treasures.
After wiping it clean, he stored it away.
Other cores might be hidden among the corpses, but the stench made him hesitate.
Mask on, he wavered—
Then his ears twitched at approaching voices.
"Damn, Big Brother Wei, ranked 74th on the Hidden Dragon List—your dissection skills are insane!"
"Hah, just basics. But this haul? Jackpot!"
"Spirit cores! Even one sells for 100k at auction—and they’re near impossible to find!"
"Hey, this corpse has one! Lucky us!"
"Who’s the dumbass that killed these and didn’t loot the cores?"
Two young men chatted while scavenging, their initial wariness forgotten amid the windfall.
Pockets overflowing, they grinned at their blood-soaked bounty—
Until a black-clad youth materialized before them, sword in hand.
"Where’d my spirit cores go?"
Scanning the area with feigned confusion, he asked flatly,
"You guys seen 'em?"
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Cliffside.
Floating stones hovered like inverted spikes above a bottomless abyss.
Mist swirled as strange birds darted through the clouds.
Lin Chen leaped between rocks, dodging avian assaults with his Cloudrend Hook in hand.
"Air Quake!"
He clenched his fist—
The sky rippled like disturbed water.
Birds froze mid-flight before plummeting into the void.
"Impressive. Even Cheng Yuanfeng’s Qi Control pales next to this."
Jiang Cheng of Azure Dragon applauded, smirking.
"Though, some birds had cores. Bit wasteful, no?"
Lin Chen’s grip tightened on his weapon, killing intent sharp.
Jiang Cheng smiled and said, "Don't get the wrong idea. We don’t have any conflicting interests right now. Let’s focus on getting out of here first."
Just then, a massive, eerie bird soared through the air overhead.
"Boring."
Standing atop the bird’s back was Zhang Qianyu, his expression cold and detached.
His gaze locked onto Jiang Cheng, brimming with provocation.
Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes, his demeanor sharpening. With a chuckle, he remarked, "Interesting. This just keeps getting more interesting."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.”
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.
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."
