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: "…"
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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."
