Cold?
What should you do when a girl says she's cold?
An Yi recalled some flirtation tips he'd recently read and quickly offered, "Perfect timing—my embrace is nice and warm, cozy in winter and cool in summer!"
Xiao Xiao stared at him like he was an idiot.
An Yi coughed lightly. "Just joking to lighten the mood. If you're cold, wear more layers and drink hot water."
Xiao Xiao:
"An Yi, the infamous lecherous leader of the Asura Sect—I’ve heard of you. Don’t even think about hitting on me!" Xiao Xiao shivered violently as she warned him.
An Yi was, after all, a rising name on the Hidden Dragon Rankings—though his reputation was anything but stellar. In the martial world, he was widely regarded as a scoundrel.
As a member of the Taoist Alliance, Xiao Xiao was a staunch upholder of justice, naturally wary of someone as morally ambiguous as him.
But right now, she was freezing.
The snake venom was strange—her entire body felt icy, as if plunged into the depths of winter, the cold piercing to the bone.
An Yi glanced at her and sighed softly before pulling a down jacket from his storage space.
Seeing this, Xiao Xiao’s expression softened slightly.
Returning kindness for malice—who knew he had such gentlemanly qualities? The rumors must have been exaggerated.
"Ugh, I’m roasting! Definitely not the weather for a down jacket."
An Yi slipped the jacket on himself, fanning his face with his hand as if deeply moved by his own suffering.
Xiao Xiao:
"What an absolute moron!"
But she was so, so cold.
To her, An Yi now looked like a blazing furnace, radiating a warm, fiery glow.
Was… was she hallucinating?
Meanwhile.
With Jiang Cheng joining the fight, the Taoist priests found it much easier to handle the giant purple serpent.
Though young, Jiang Cheng’s strength was nearing the Void Realm.
In all of Great Xia, few could rival him.
The purple serpent clearly avoided Jiang Cheng, slithering and thrashing through the streets.
Several luxury cars in the parking lot were instantly crushed into scrap metal.
One Taoist failed to dodge in time—the serpent’s tail struck him, sending him flying into a wall.
Even a glancing blow shattered several of his ribs.
The serpent’s cold eyes swept over the group before it darted away again.
If it wanted to flee, no one could stop it!
But then, Jiang Cheng’s figure appeared ahead of it, fists raised in a striking stance.
The serpent charged forward without slowing—its momentum rivaled a speeding train.
White energy surged around Jiang Cheng as he channeled his power into his fist.
Suddenly, the serpent’s maw gaped open, spewing thick, toxic mist!
"Damn it!"
Jiang Cheng’s expression darkened, but his fist was already in motion—no turning back now.
Sssshhhhk!
The punch landed!
A fierce gale of force shredded the venomous mist in an instant.
The impact sent the colossal serpent flying, stunning everyone present.
But as Jiang Cheng’s energy dispersed, the remaining mist engulfed him.
Nearby Taoists were also caught in the spreading poison.
"Impressive, kid."
The serpent’s cold gaze locked onto Jiang Cheng.
If not for the venom, the outcome might have been uncertain.
As the poison spread, the body grew colder and colder.
Jiang Cheng cursed his carelessness. Though he’d wounded the serpent, he’d also fallen victim to its venom.
A biting chill seeped into his limbs, even disrupting the flow of his energy.
And the poison was still spreading…
Xiao Xiao’s gaze lingered on An Yi, her body inching closer to him, step by step.
She’d been poisoned the longest—her body could no longer resist the venom’s assault. Her blood felt like it was freezing solid.
To her, An Yi’s fiery aura was irresistible.
"Fine, stop staring. Here, take the jacket."
An Yi had just shrugged off the down jacket when—
A fragrant, delicate body pressed tightly against his back.
Completely unexpected.
He could even feel the warmth and softness of her curves.
"Uh…"
Xiao Xiao clung to him, her voice trembling. "I—I’m cold."
After being sent flying, the serpent coiled and slithered away in another direction.
"Trying to run? Not so easy!"
Zhang Qianyu’s eyes flashed coldly. He whistled sharply.
From the sky, a white crane streaked down like an arrow, spreading its wings gracefully just before landing.
Zhang Qianyu leaped onto its back.
With a single flap, the crane carried him above the serpent in an instant.
"Sword Formation!"
Zhang Qianyu’s blade shot forward!
The other Taoists hurled their swords as well.
Guided by Zhang Qianyu’s energy, the blades rained down like shooting stars!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The swords formed a precise barrier, cutting off the serpent’s escape.
"Hell yeah!"
Zhang Qianyu was thrilled by his own flashy move.
"Xiao Xiao, look at me! See how awesome I am?"
He turned to glance at her—only for his scalp to go numb.
His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
The sky had fallen.
The dream girl of every Taoist Alliance disciple was now hugging that bastard An Yi!
What the hell?!
Someone better explain this!
Trapped by the sword formation, the serpent remained unfazed.
It raised its head, tongue flickering, and spoke in a human voice: "The girl from Azure Sky Pavilion and that white-haired brat are already done for. You really think you can stop me?"
"Tch. Won’t know until I try!"
Zhang Qianyu glared at the serpent, murderous intent boiling in his chest.
Fury and heartache churned inside him.
"Sword Formation—Annihilate!"
Standing atop the crane, he raised a finger.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The swords struck the serpent’s scales—sparks flew, but not a single scratch appeared.
"With skills like these, you thought you could capture me? Did you really think I was running?"
The serpent’s voice dripped with mockery.
Suddenly, its head snapped up, jaws widening to an impossible degree as it lunged for Zhang Qianyu.
"Holy shit!"
Seeing that gaping maw, Zhang Qianyu’s entire body broke out in goosebumps.
If swords couldn’t pierce its hide, what chance did he have?
Below.
An Yi watched Zhang Qianyu fleeing on his crane, pursued by the serpent, and sighed. "Miss, mind letting go? This is our first meeting—this isn’t proper."
"Shut up!"
Xiao Xiao’s face flushed, but her voice was icy.
She knew this was wrong, but hugging An Yi was the only thing easing her trembling body. The cold inside her was receding.
There was something strange about him.
An Yi’s gaze fixed on the serpent, a faint smile playing on his lips.
He was almost certain now.
This purple serpent, like the Gourd Immortal, was a fellow traveler from the Ancient Continent.
A fourth-tier demonic beast!
Even in his world, such a creature would be a calamity.
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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."
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.
