"Qingqing, don't mind him. Refine this light orb first. Only then can we leave this world."
Shangguan Qianqian endured the numbing pain from her wounds, gripping the Azure Cloud Sword with determination, her exquisite face still etched with defiance.
Tang Qingqing shook her head and handed the blue light orb to Shangguan Qianqian. "In your condition, how can you possibly fight him? You refine it—I'll keep him in check!"
Xue Ming sneered, "Keep me in check? You?"
"Then, how about this!"
Tang Qingqing pulled a hidden weapon from her sleeve.
"The Netherworld Token!"
"The Tang Clan truly has no worthy successors left, entrusting the Netherworld Token to a mere girl like you!"
Xue Ming's gaze turned icy with disdain. "Do you even know how to use it?"
"Hah, why would I carry it if I didn’t?"
Tang Qingqing stared coldly at him. "Even a cornered rabbit will bite. Push me further, and this token will split your skull open!"
Xue Ming hesitated.
The Netherworld Token—the Tang Clan’s sacred treasure.
"When the King of Hell calls for your death at midnight, none dare delay it till dawn!"
For millennia, the Netherworld Token had emerged fifteen times—never failing, even slaying two Void Realm martial artists!
Its contributions to the Tang Clan’s legacy were indelible.
But this girl was only at the peak of the Dark Force stage. Could she truly activate the token?
Xue Ming doubted she could, but he didn’t dare gamble.
If she succeeded, his life would be forfeit.
In the end, he feared death.
Seeing Xue Ming restrained by Tang Qingqing, Shangguan Qianqian quickly began refining the blue light orb.
A cool energy flowed from her palm, spreading through her limbs.
A pained frown creased Shangguan Qianqian’s brow.
Yet, the potent aphrodisiac still raged within her, tormenting her beyond endurance.
As the blue light orb was fully absorbed—
The world began collapsing.
The azure sky shattered, crumbling into nothingness.
Meanwhile, An Yi and Yan Zhi had already escaped the underground realm of scorching lava.
Now, they stood amidst ruins.
The sky mirrored the outside world—except for one difference.
Two suns hung in the sky, one in the east, one in the west, casting light without shadow.
"Where is this now?"
Yan Zhi surveyed the ruins, lost in thought.
The structures bore no discernible era or dynasty.
Moss and shrubs covered them, and occasional nameless birds flitted past, chirping.
This world was an enigma.
"There’s a palace over there!"
An Yi’s gaze fixed on the distance.
Yan Zhi looked up—and indeed, a palace loomed.
A structure so colossal it dwarfed imagination.
In height, it rivaled a twenty- or thirty-story building from the outside world.
Only their distance had made it easy to overlook.
"Let’s go. We’ve got work ahead."
An Yi narrowed his eyes, grinning.
Instinct told him the palace held the true secrets of this mystic realm.
The grand hall, though aged, exuded solemn majesty.
Walls of jade-like stone, pillars gleaming with crystalline brilliance—every detail radiated grandeur.
The intricate carvings and motifs carried an artistic elegance.
Clang!
As Yan Zhi marveled at the architecture, a sharp metallic clang interrupted.
Noticing her stare, An Yi sheepishly sheathed the demonic sword Dragon Fang. "Just testing the pillars. Not planning to steal and sell them. I’m not that kind of guy."
Yan Zhi rolled her eyes.
After hacking fruitlessly at the pillars, An Yi gave up and strode inside, sword in hand.
What was the secret of the Vast Heaven Mystic Realm? This palace might hold the answer.
But danger surely lurked beneath its serene facade.
They ventured deeper.
The path was eerily silent—and long.
Murals adorned the walls, depicting tales through symbols.
Snake-faced humans, nine-headed dragons, towering giants—myriad bizarre creatures filled the artwork.
"What does all this mean?" Yan Zhi murmured.
"You understand any of it?" An Yi asked.
She shook her head. She was no historian, and even experts would struggle to decipher it.
"Just take pictures. Study them later."
An Yi snapped photos with his phone as they walked.
Then, he froze.
His screen reflected a gleaming bald head.
"Patron An, Patron Yan."
Ji Chen turned, bowing slightly with a serene smile. His refined demeanor was striking—a monk of peerless grace.
An Yi returned the gesture, probing, "Brother Ji Chen, what brings you here?"
Yan Zhi, however, tensed.
This monk was no saint.
Ranked second on the Hidden Dragon List.
Dharma name: Ji Chen. Alias: Blood Monk.
By day, he chanted scriptures. By night, he slaughtered.
The heads of his victims could encircle the Heavenly Dragon Temple.
"When the former world collapsed, this humble monk fell here," Ji Chen said softly.
Lv Zheng had landed with him but had already ventured ahead.
An Yi looked forward and noticed it—
A mirror-like barrier stood at the hall’s center.
Touching it sent ripples through space.
"What is this?"
As An Yi approached, the reflection wasn’t his own—but a silver-haired man with crimson eyes.
"This…"
He stepped back, eyes sharpening.
Ji Chen remained silent.
An Yi glanced at him.
The monk’s reflection showed a monstrous, grotesque figure—a demonic monk with a savage visage.
"Fascinating mirror," Yan Zhi mused.
In it, she wore the mantle of an enforcer, radiating killing intent. Behind her, a phoenix wreathed in crimson flames spread its wings.
"A prophecy? Or…"
"This humble monk shall proceed first."
Ji Chen stepped into the barrier.
A flash of light—
He opened his eyes to a magnificent temple.
A colossal Buddha statue towered before him, solemn and sacred.
"A place of Buddhist purity—why do you harbor such bloodlust? What is the Buddha in your heart?"
A divine voice echoed.
Ji Chen’s gentle smile twisted into something feral.
"Through slaughter, I enter the Buddha’s path!"
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.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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!
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
