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: "…"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
