After slaying Chi Xiao, An Yi quickly deactivated his berserk mode.
No kidding!
If this state continued, he’d be bankrupt in no time.
Once the berserk mode wore off, An Yi gasped for breath, overwhelmed by an indescribable exhaustion.
Hongtian, shaking his dog head, trotted over and asked suspiciously, "That strong bastard just died like that?"
An Yi replied calmly, "He’s already stopped breathing."
When the Dragon Fang Demon Sword pierced Chi Xiao’s heart earlier, it triggered the "Sealed Throat" effect—a 50% instant-kill chance!
Haha, the spirit core!
Hongtian lunged forward, only to be yanked back by his leash.
An Yi grinned at him, pointing at himself. "I killed it!"
"Lord Chi Xiao!"
The chubby man wielding a spiked club turned around and saw An Yi prying the spirit core out of the giant bird’s skull with a dagger. Fury and grief twisted his face.
With a swing of his club, he knocked Katies’ rapier aside and charged at An Yi.
As Chi Xiao’s lieutenant, how could he stand by and watch a human bastard desecrate his lord’s corpse?
An Yi wiped the spirit core clean and was about to stash it in his storage space—but then he stuffed it into his pocket instead.
Between the dog outside and the dragon inside, getting his hands on this core hadn’t been easy!
Seeing the fat man charging at him, An Yi steadied his breathing, trying to recover his depleted stamina. Gripping his black sword, he prepared to hold out a little longer and take down this hippo of a man.
"Master, let me handle this!"
Fang Jueming’s voice rang out.
"All yours."
An Yi stopped, a faint smile curling his lips as he transformed the Dragon Fang Demon Sword back into a ring and stored it away.
"An Yi! I’ll kill you!"
The burly man swung his spiked club with a terrifying whoosh, aiming straight for An Yi’s head.
"Flash Fist—Sixth Strike!"
At that moment, Fang Jueming suddenly dashed in front of An Yi.
His fist, wrapped in bandages that now shattered, radiated a golden glow as it tore through the air with a sonic boom.
Boom!
The sixth Flash Fist struck the spiked club head-on.
The overwhelming force not only shattered the club but also plowed into the man’s massive belly.
"Guh—!"
Blood spilled from the man’s mouth as his abdomen caved in. He was sent flying, crashing hard against the cruise ship’s railing.
He struggled to get up, only to vomit a mouthful of blood before collapsing, motionless.
A one-punch knockout!
Fang Jueming, drenched in sweat like he’d been fished out of water, panted heavily. His arm trembled, blood dripping from his mangled fist—his knuckles shattered, flesh torn.
The sixth strike had pushed him to his limits.
Yet, he still turned to An Yi with a proud look.
An Yi facepalmed, exasperated.
How had he ended up with such a dumb disciple?
Instead of ambushing the guy from behind, he had to go and punch the spiked club head-on!
Gabriel stared at Chi Xiao’s corpse, his expression grave.
Who would’ve thought the demon lord of the Hundred Ghosts Sect would be skewered through the heart by this brat’s sword?
Just then, Butcher silently appeared on the deck.
Holding Uncle Fu hostage with a dagger pressed to his throat, he roared, "Everyone stop, or I’ll slit this old man’s throat!"
Uncle Fu, bruised but resolute, gritted his teeth. "Young Master Chen, don’t worry about me—"
"Go on, Poker Face! Kill that bastard!"
An Yi’s loud shout drowned out Uncle Fu’s words.
Uncle Fu: "..."
Butcher: "..."
Originally, Butcher had planned to use Qin Yao as a hostage.
But that crafty girl had bolted at the first sign of trouble.
After searching everywhere, he’d only managed to grab this old man—who clearly wasn’t much of a bargaining chip.
Fine. If that’s how it is, might as well kill him.
Crunch!
A black dog, appearing out of nowhere, lunged like lightning and clamped its jaws around Butcher’s throat!
Blood sprayed!
Butcher clutched his gushing throat, howling as he collapsed.
"Pah! Disgusting!"
Hongtian spat out the crushed windpipe, wrinkling his nose.
After devouring several spirit cores, biting through a mere Profound Realm martial artist’s throat was child’s play.
Butcher twitched, then went still, his blood pooling on the deck.
Uncle Fu stared at the black dog, shaken.
This mutt was downright savage!
"Uncle Fu, are you alright?"
An Yi hurried over to help him up.
Though just a steward, the old man was still an elder, and An Yi always respected his seniors.
Uncle Fu shot him a sidelong glance—this hypocrite!—then said urgently, "An Yi, Young Master Chen is in danger!"
"Young Master Chen? Isn’t he just a bodyguard?"
An Yi was puzzled.
Uncle Fu was the steward, while Lin Chen was merely a hired hand. Technically, Lin Chen worked under him.
Uncle Fu coughed. "Never mind that. Hurry and help him!"
Watching Lin Chen get pummeled by Gabriel, An Yi stretched lazily. "Relax, Poker Face won’t die. I need to recover first—wouldn’t want to underperform!"
Uncle Fu: "..."
Meanwhile, the battle between Gabriel and Lin Chen raged on.
The terrifying serrated greatsword came crashing down.
Lin Chen blocked with his Cloud-Splitting Tonfas, his palms splitting as blood seeped out.
"To think a mere ant from back then has grown to this level," Gabriel mused, stepping back.
Lin Chen’s eyes turned icy. "You know me?"
"Lin Chen, elite of the Wolf Fang Mercenary Group. Oh, and let’s not forget your other identity—young master of the Underworld. Am I wrong?"
Gabriel grinned, his smile sinister.
Lin Chen’s expression darkened.
This man knew his secret—that he was the heir to the Underworld!
The Heaven’s Gate and the Underworld were the two most elite assassin organizations in the world.
But for over a century, Heaven’s Gate had always been overshadowed by the Underworld.
The rivalry between them had never ceased.
Gabriel sighed theatrically. "Pity. We wanted to eliminate you back then, but somehow, you were the only one who survived. Gotta admit, your teammates went out in a blaze of glory."
"It was you!"
Lin Chen froze, realization dawning.
His eyes burned with rage, veins bulging as fury consumed him.
Gabriel laughed. "Hah! Not just me. It was a joint decision by Heaven’s Gate’s leaders. As the Underworld Lord’s son, you deserved some... special attention."
Lin Chen’s grip on his tonfas tightened, murderous intent boiling in his chest.
Now he understood.
That ambush years ago—he had been the sole target.
His Wolf Fang teammates had died because of him!
He was the one to blame!
Gabriel smirked. "What, angry? Here’s something to make you even angrier—I was the one who ordered your sister’s kidnapping."
Blinded by rage, Lin Chen lost all reason. He charged at Gabriel, tonfas raised.
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
