This dagger, huh?
An Yi twirled the Soulless Dagger in his hand with a light chuckle. "Someone gave it to me. I kept refusing, but they insisted."
Yan Zhi asked curiously, "Is this dagger something special?"
Yan Zhi rolled her eyes, silently lamenting his absurd luck.
The Soulless Dagger was, without a doubt, a legendary weapon.
A century ago, it was the blade of Wei Nanfeng, the King of Assassins.
At his peak, Wei Nanfeng ranked second on the Heavenly Leaderboard.
For a thousand years, the top spot on the Heavenly Leaderboard had always been monopolized by the successive lords of the Divine Hall. No one else even had a chance to challenge it.
Second place was already an unparalleled achievement!
It was said that even Master Yuanyi, the current second-ranked on the Heavenly Leaderboard, had once been defeated by Wei Nanfeng.
And back then, Wei Nanfeng was only in his thirties!
His talent could only be described as earth-shattering. Throughout the history of martial artists in Great Xia, he stood as a peerless genius.
Unfortunately, he met an untimely end a hundred years ago in the Hongtian Secret Realm, never to emerge again.
Yan Zhi stared at the dagger in An Yi’s hand with reverence.
The Soulless Dagger had slain the Black Demon Sect’s patriarch, the Sacred Knight Commander of Eagle Nation, and the strongest generation of curse masters.
This was a true bloodthirsty divine weapon, stained with the souls of countless renowned figures!
An Yi lifted the Soulless Dagger and used its tip to scrape a pebble stuck in his shoe before gripping it again.
As the flaming revenant approached step by step, he asked calmly, "How do we fight this thing? Any weaknesses?"
Watching An Yi treat the legendary dagger so carelessly, Yan Zhi suppressed the urge to roll her eyes again. "No idea. I didn’t even get a chance to strike—I was blasted away by its shockwave."
"Seriously? That weak?" An Yi blurted out.
A vein throbbed on Yan Zhi’s forehead.
If not for the dire situation, she would’ve smacked that smug mouth of his.
Sssshhhhk!
A powerful surge of energy erupted.
An Yi’s eyes narrowed as his body was forced backward uncontrollably.
"Watch out!" Yan Zhi’s warning rang out.
An Yi barely had time to react. Instinctively, he drew the Dragon Fang Demon Sword and raised it in defense.
Clang!
Dagger met sword.
An Yi staggered back two or three steps before steadying himself, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"Damn, that force… No wonder Yan Zhi couldn’t handle it!"
The humanoid revenant wielded two rusted, broken daggers wreathed in flames, yet they clashed evenly against An Yi’s Dragon Fang Demon Sword.
Then, the revenant twisted its body, slashing one of its jagged blades toward An Yi’s neck.
An Yi leaped back.
The revenant was too close—he could feel the searing heat radiating from its fiery body.
At this range, his longsword was cumbersome and ineffective.
Without hesitation, An Yi willed the Dragon Fang Demon Sword to shrink into a dagger, parrying the revenant’s strike.
But the revenant wasn’t done. Its other dagger reversed grip and thrust sideways!
Clang!
At the last moment, An Yi drew the Soulless Dagger and blocked.
Both combatants were forced back two steps.
An Yi’s back was drenched in cold sweat, his soul practically floating out of his body.
"That was way too close!"
What the hell was this thing?!
Gritting his teeth, An Yi tightened his grip on both daggers, his gaze sharpening.
No opponent had ever pressured him like this. The revenant’s flawless dagger techniques made him feel like a child being schooled.
Ding! System upgrade complete!
A soft chime echoed in his mind.
An Yi’s face lit up with excitement.
His previously frozen system had finally rebooted.
A smirk curled his lips. "Upgrade Dagger Mastery to Lv. 4!"
Ding! [Dagger Mastery] has reached Lv. 4!
Ding! Skill unlocked—[Death’s Kiss]!
[Death’s Kiss (Passive Skill)]
Effect: Striking a vital point grants a 50% instant-kill chance!
An Yi’s eyes gleamed.
Now this was a skill!
For ordinary people, a stab through the heart, throat, or skull was fatal. But powerful martial artists could cling to life if treated promptly.
A 50% instant-kill chance meant they wouldn’t even get that opportunity.
The flaming revenant lunged again, its jagged daggers blazing with terrifying intensity.
With his upgraded Dagger Mastery, An Yi now fought more fluidly—yet he was still being suppressed.
"Tch. Never faced someone this relentless!"
The revenant’s attacks were a relentless storm, leaving no room to breathe.
A single slip, and those jagged edges would carve into his neck.
Nearby, Yan Zhi watched the battle, gripping her silver whip with tense focus but not daring to interfere.
The two were too close, their positions shifting unpredictably.
Then—the revenant seized an opening mid-fight. It dashed forward, dagger aimed straight for An Yi’s exposed chest!
Yan Zhi’s eyes widened. "No—!"
Splurt!
Blood sprayed.
A crimson gash bloomed across An Yi’s chest as the revenant flashed past him.
Yan Zhi’s face paled in realization.
"No mistake… That was the Dragon’s Return Slash!"
Wei Nanfeng’s signature technique!
Could this revenant be…
"Stay back!"
An Yi raised a hand to stop Yan Zhi from rushing over, his eyes burning with lethal intent.
He pressed a few acupoints to stem the bleeding, then turned, his gaze icy as it locked onto the revenant.
In his grip, the Soulless Dagger hummed faintly, as if excited.
"Interesting. I want to face him properly."
An Yi’s voice dripped with arrogance.
Like lightning, he charged forward, leading with a reverse-grip slash!
Clang!
The revenant blocked.
The two clashed once more, blades dancing in a deadly exchange.
From the sidelines, Yan Zhi’s shock only grew.
An Yi, who had been at a disadvantage, was gradually turning the tide!
But the more she watched, the more unnerved she became—until her eyes widened in disbelief.
An Yi’s movements, once basic, now mirrored the revenant’s—swift, ruthless, and precise.
He was copying its techniques!
Seizing an opening, An Yi pivoted behind the revenant.
Swish!
His speed spiked as he slashed at the revenant’s arm.
Yet, his blade passed harmlessly through the flames.
"Tch!"
An Yi’s expression darkened.
If he couldn’t damage it, how could he possibly win?
His opponent was an intangible, unkillable monster!
What now?
Suddenly, the revenant stopped.
It gripped its own arm—the one An Yi had "cut"—and clenched.
Whoosh!
The flames dissipated.
The broken dagger it held clattered to the ground, no longer wreathed in fire.
The revenant had extinguished its own arm!
An Yi’s breath hitched.
This thing… didn’t want an unfair advantage.
Now one-armed, the revenant raised its remaining dagger and gestured for An Yi to continue.
Though it had no face, no expression…
An Yi could sense its unyielding pride.
A flicker of respect crossed his face.
Just what kind of man had this been in life?
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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!
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.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
