Ding! Ding!
An Yi dashed through the warehouse, gripping the Dragon Fang Demon Sword, and seized the moment to slash at the old monk!
The old monk remained unfazed, letting An Yi’s blade strike him without resistance.
What the hell?!
An Yi watched as his sword clashed against the old man’s body, sending sparks flying, leaving him utterly dumbfounded.
Did this guy really turn himself into steel?
"Impressive strength," the old monk remarked, visibly shaken.
An Yi’s power was so overwhelming that even the old monk paled in comparison.
Judging by his appearance, he was only around twenty years old—how could he possess such might?
"Are you at the Void Realm?" the one-eyed old man narrowed his eye and asked.
An Yi grinned. "Not quite, but close."
"Young man!" The old monk’s expression turned grave as he threw a punch, engaging An Yi in combat.
Hongtian strolled leisurely nearby.
Though the old monk was stronger than An Yi, he stood no chance against him.
Sure enough!
Before long—
"Argh!" The old monk let out a pained cry as his hunched body was sent flying.
Boom!
His figure crashed into a glass water tank.
The glass instantly spiderwebbed with cracks!
An Yi hoisted the Dragon Fang Demon Sword onto his shoulder and sauntered over.
The one-eyed old monk spat blood and instinctively retreated two steps.
"I can’t take it!
I’m no match at all!"
His cultivation was at the early Void Realm, but against this kid, he was completely outclassed.
Only when reinforced by the Golden Body Technique could he hold his own for a few moves.
Once the technique wore off, his defenses plummeted, and An Yi’s next slash sent him flying again.
Thud!
An Yi kicked the old monk down and planted his foot on the bald head, looking every bit like a street thug beating up an elder.
The Dragon Fang Demon Sword rested against the monk’s neck.
"Talk. What’s really going on here?" An Yi asked casually.
Pinned underfoot, the old monk seethed with humiliation.
As a Void Realm martial artist, he was virtually unrivaled—wherever he went, people would bow and address him as "Esteemed Senior."
Yet now, a twenty-year-old brat was stepping on his head.
The disgrace was unbearable!
"Don’t even think about struggling. If this sword so much as scratches you, you’re dead," An Yi said coolly.
He wasn’t lying.
The "Sealed Throat" skill—
One strike to the heart, one to the throat.
A hit to either had a 50% chance of instant death!
But the old monk didn’t believe him.
"The victor writes history. I’ve lost. Kill me if you must," the old monk declared solemnly, closing his eye.
"Old master, I’m just here for information," An Yi sighed.
The monk opened his eye. "Ask."
"What’s the deal with this place?"
An Yi scanned the surroundings.
"An underground research facility. I was just hired as a guard. The specifics are beyond me," the old monk replied calmly.
"What about these demonic beasts?" An Yi pressed.
The old monk shrugged. "They’re from the Hundred Ghost Sect—freaks who can shapeshift into beasts. But their memories are wiped. You won’t get anything out of them."
"And this dragon?"
An Yi’s gaze locked onto the silver dragon in the tank.
Even in slumber, its oppressive aura sent chills down his spine.
His grip tightened around the Dragon Fang Demon Sword, as if ready to duel the slumbering beast at any moment.
"That’s a dragon corpse. Boss Nie bought it at a high price—said it had ‘collector’s value,’" the old monk explained.
"A corpse?!"
An Yi was stunned.
All this time, he’d been guarding against… a dead body?
He glanced down at the old monk, conflicted.
This guy was just a hired hand, clueless about the bigger picture.
Chopping his head off seemed excessive.
Boss Nie’s allegiance was still unclear—killing his man would mean making an enemy.
But letting him go wasn’t an option either.
As An Yi debated what to do—
Crash!
The tank shattered.
Water gushed out, flooding the area instantly.
The silver dragon’s body was swept along with the current.
A dragon!
An actual dragon!
Hongtian’s single eye gleamed with greed.
If he could devour this dragon and absorb its power, he might regain his peak strength!
Unable to resist, Hongtian bared his fangs and lunged at the dragon’s corpse!
Chomp!
The dragon’s jaws clamped down on Hongtian’s head.
An Yi: "…"
Old Monk: "…"
The silver dragon had awakened!
And it had Hongtian’s head in its mouth.
"Damn it! Why’s it so dark?! An Yi, save me!"
Hongtian flailed, but the dragon’s grip was unshakable.
Ptooey!
The dragon spat.
Hongtian went flying like a loogie.
"Damn! It’s alive!"
Hongtian gasped for air, eyeing the dragon warily.
In his prime, he might’ve toyed with a dragon for fun.
But now? His strength barely surpassed a regular dog’s—no way he stood a chance.
The silver dragon’s amber eyes, cold and divine, locked onto An Yi.
"What the hell?! You said it was a corpse!"
"It was! I’ve guarded it for ten years—never once saw it move!"
Even the old monk was panicking now.
The "corpse" he’d been watching over was very much alive!
An Yi raised the Dragon Fang Demon Sword, wary.
Then—whoosh!
The dragon shot toward him like lightning.
"Too fast—!"
Before An Yi could react, the dragon’s massive form phased straight into his body.
"Huh?"
"It… went inside me?"
An Yi looked down, baffled.
Hongtian rushed over in alarm. "An Yi! You okay?! You okay?!"
An Yi shook his head. "I think so? Feels like it’s just… chilling inside me now."
Hongtian let out a few furious barks, then paused.
Wait—if the dragon was inside An Yi, and eating the dragon would restore his power…
Then eating An Yi would achieve the same thing!
Brilliant!
Hongtian’s gaze turned feverish, drool nearly dripping from his maw.
Meanwhile, An Yi checked his storage space—
There, coiled in a corner, the silver dragon slept peacefully.
Ding! In recognition of the host’s outstanding performance, the system rewards: [Ancient White Dragon] ×1!
An Yi: "…"
"To hell with your ‘system reward’!
This thing barged in on its own—what’s it got to do with your damn system?!"
Still, the name piqued his interest. He pulled up the system’s description:
[Ancient White Dragon]
Description: Perhaps it can be a pet or a mount.
An Yi: "…"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
