An Yi raised an eyebrow, watching the pack of wolf demons closing in on him as he took a slight step back.
"Interesting. You don’t actually expect these second-tier demon beasts to kill me, do you?"
Hearing An Yi’s arrogant tone, the horned man stepped forward, unleashing his full aura—the unmistakable presence of a fourth-tier demon beast.
"A fourth-tier demon beast?"
An Yi’s lips curled in amusement. This was getting interesting.
His ring flashed, transforming into the Dragonfang Demonic Sword in his grip.
With just a glance, An Yi could tell—this one came from the Ancient Continent.
Unlike humans, demon beasts possessed far greater physical strength. Even on Earth, where spiritual energy was thin, their power wasn’t suppressed much.
At most, they couldn’t use the innate spirit arts hidden in their bloodline.
The second-tier wolf demons, their heads crowned with eerie horns, slowly encircled An Yi, tightening their formation to trap him.
"Third Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Wind Chaos!"
An Yi’s eyes turned icy as he gripped his sword and assumed a drawing stance before striking in a flash!
Swoosh!
Blades of wind infused with sword energy filled the air!
The second-tier wolf demons were instantly swallowed by the storm.
In an instant—
A rain of blood scattered across the sky!
"You—!"
The horned man at the rear, untouched by the Wind Chaos, turned livid at the sight.
As the Wolf King, these were his brothers!
And they had been slaughtered in an instant!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
One after another, the wolf demons collapsed.
With just one move, An Yi had wiped out over half of the twenty-odd beasts.
The remaining six or seven were left battered and forced to retreat.
"Kid, you’ve pissed me off."
The horned man glared at An Yi with a chilling gaze. "Let me introduce myself. I am one of the Eight Immortals of the Hundred Ghosts Sect—the Wolf Immortal."
"Another ‘Immortal’?"
An Yi smirked mockingly. "Now that I think about it, a few months ago, I killed some fat old guy. What was his name again? Ah, right—the Gourd Immortal!"
"You’re An Yi?!"
The Wolf Immortal’s eyes burned with murderous intent the moment he heard Gourd Immortal’s name.
An Yi grinned. "Oh? The Wolf Immortal knows me?"
"So it was you who killed Brother Gourd."
The Wolf Immortal’s expression darkened. "Today, I’ll offer your head to his spirit!"
As he spoke, the Wolf Immortal lunged forward, his steel claws aimed straight for An Yi’s face.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three steel needles shot toward the Wolf Immortal from different angles.
He twisted mid-air, narrowly dodging the hidden weapons.
But in that split second, An Yi had already leaped above him—black greatsword in hand!
"Second Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Dragon’s Descent!"
Flames wreathed An Yi’s body as he brought the heavy blade crashing down.
Boom!
The Wolf Immortal blocked with his claws—
And actually held firm against the strike.
An Yi’s eyes flickered with surprise.
Dragon’s Descent’s power scaled with the height of the fall—the longer the charge, the deadlier the impact.
Though An Yi hadn’t gathered much momentum this time, the force was still considerable.
Yet the Wolf Immortal had blocked it.
Crack!
The deck beneath the Wolf Immortal’s feet shattered, his legs sinking into the wood.
His arms trembled as he let out a deafening roar, mustering all his strength to fling An Yi back.
An Yi landed lightly, sheathing the greatsword and switching back to the Dragonfang Demonic Sword.
He wasn’t skilled with heavy blades—the Dragonfang suited him far better.
"Impressive!"
The Wolf Immortal’s lips curled into a sinister grin.
Then, vines erupted from the ground, coiling around An Yi’s legs.
Clang!
An Yi slashed down with his sword.
But the vines stretched like rubber, completely unharmed.
"A wood-attribute demon beast?"
"These were refined with human blood. The energy of your Earth can’t break them."
The Wolf Immortal smirked before charging again.
At that moment, An Yi took a deep breath—lightning crackling along the Dragonfang’s edge.
The Wolf Immortal scoffed.
Bound hand and foot, this guy was nothing but prey now.
Then, his eyes bulged in shock.
Dark energy surged beneath An Yi’s feet, instantly corroding the vines into dust.
At the same time, An Yi’s sword shot forward like a meteor!
"Fourth Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Thunderbolt!"
Sizzle!
The Wolf Immortal’s claws grazed An Yi’s face by a hair’s breadth—
But the Dragonfang had already pierced his chest, blood dripping down the blade.
"Dark spiritual energy… You—you’re from that world too!"
The Wolf Immortal stared at An Yi, equal parts shock and terror dawning in his eyes.
Suddenly, realization struck him. With his last breath, he screamed with all his might: "I know who you are—!"
Roar!
A massive wolf lunged from the side, its maw gaping wide as it swallowed half the Wolf Immortal’s body in one bite.
"An Yi, you okay? Good thing I got here in time!"
Hongtian licked his lips shamelessly after devouring the Wolf Immortal.
His body shimmered, growing half again in size—now a towering three-meter behemoth.
An Yi’s face darkened. "You bastard, I did half the work, and you swoop in for the kill?"
"And where’s the spirit core? That was a fourth-tier demon beast’s core!"
Hongtian puffed out his chest. "I was worried about you! What if he had some last trick up his sleeve?"
"Master, are you alright?"
Fang Jueming rushed over, clutching a cat-eared girl, both covered in blood.
An Yi’s gaze swept over the scene, his voice icy. "What the hell is going on?"
"This morning, the Hundred Ghosts Sect’s demons launched a full-scale attack. They descended out of nowhere."
Fang Jueming gritted his teeth. "They’ve started slaughtering everyone here."
He’d tried to save as many as he could, but it was impossible to stop them all.
The demon beasts struck from all directions—in the end, he’d only managed to rescue the cat-eared girl beside him.
An Yi’s expression turned frigid.
Yan Zhi, Qin Yao—they were all on this ship!
Yan Zhi could handle herself, at least. But Qin Yao only had that old geezer, Uncle Fu, protecting her.
A single second-tier wolf demon would be more than enough to finish them.
"Something’s off. Why attack so suddenly?"
An Yi’s eyes narrowed.
These people were all high-profile figures from the Southeast Province. At first, the Hundred Ghosts Sect had treated them like prized patrons.
But now, they were massacring them without warning.
"Who cares about that now? Hide—more demon beasts are coming!"
Hongtian sniffed the air, his expression grim.
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!
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.
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.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
