The already terrified Bai family turned deathly pale when they saw Bai Xiu actually provoking Hou Tianci.
This troublemaker was finally about to leave!
Why are you provoking him now?!
Hou Tianci thought he misheard. He dug at his ear, then grinned with a terrifying smile. "Kid, what the hell did you just say?"
Bai Xiu bared his teeth in a chilling smile. "You think you can just leave after causing all this trouble? It’s not that easy."
Instantly, the entire room erupted in shock.
Some timid guests quietly slipped away, too frightened to stay.
This was a genuine Hua Jing martial artist!
If the infamous "Flower-Stick Ghost" Hou Tianci truly lost his temper, who in the entire capital could stand against him?
The Old Madam whispered, "Xiu’er, stop talking..."
A noblewoman nearby, looking exasperated, quickly added, "Bai Xiu, apologize to Master Hou right now!"
The Zheng family remained untouchable precisely because they had a Hua Jing expert like him backing them!
This brat was playing with fire—if he wanted to die, fine, but did he have to drag the entire Bai family down with him?
"Don’t apologize! I love his arrogance. Even if he kneels and begs now, it’s too late!" Hou Tianci licked his lips, his bloodshot eyes growing even more menacing. "Kid, care to spar?"
Tang Qingqing crossed her arms and sneered. "Hmph, just a Hua Jing martial artist. Let’s see where you get the nerve to challenge him."
Qin Shan and Liu Dachao also stepped forward.
Though still at the An Jin level, the two of them together could easily take this guy down.
"You want a fight? I’ll oblige."
Bai Xiu’s sharp gaze locked onto Hou Tianci.
The moment Bai Xiu spoke, the room fell into stunned silence.
In the eyes of the crowd, the slender and frail-looking Bai Xiu might as well have been begging for death.
Hou Tianci laughed under Bai Xiu’s murderous stare. "Not bad, not bad. Those eyes have killing intent—I like that! Hope you stay this tough when you’re dying!"
"Master Hou, this... this is all a misunderstanding!"
The Old Madam hobbled forward, trying to stop the fight.
Tang Qingqing stepped in to support her, speaking gently, "Grandma Bai, don’t worry. Bai Xiu will be fine."
She had personally witnessed Bai Xiu’s monstrous strength.
"Kid, DIE!"
Hou Tianci wasted no more words. He swung his long staff with devastating force, aiming straight for Bai Xiu.
This strike held nothing back—the sheer momentum of the staff carried a bone-chilling gust of energy.
Even a An Jin martial artist would be killed instantly by this blow, let alone an ordinary person.
Many shut their eyes, unable to bear the sight of the bloody aftermath.
CLANG!
A deafening metallic clash reverberated through the air.
A spear crackling with blue lightning suddenly appeared in Bai Xiu’s hand, effortlessly blocking Hou Tianci’s attack.
"You—"
Hou Tianci froze. That had been his full-power strike, yet this kid had blocked it without breaking a sweat.
Staring at the half-lidded, indifferent youth before him, Hou Tianci felt an overwhelming pressure unlike anything he’d ever faced.
The crowd was dumbstruck.
The Bai family’s disgraced outcast had just withstood an attack from Hua Jing expert Hou Tianci?
"Is that all you’ve got?"
Bai Xiu taunted, his lips curling into a lazy smirk.
Hou Tianci’s blood boiled with rage. "You little—!"
His staff lashed out like a striking dragon, aiming for Bai Xiu’s face.
Bai Xiu flicked his spear, deflecting the attack with ease.
Hou Tianci, unable to control his own momentum, stumbled forward awkwardly.
"AGAIN!"
Blind with fury, Hou Tianci roared and swung once more.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Blow after blow rained down, yet Bai Xiu strolled leisurely, blocking every strike with one hand as if it were child’s play.
"I—I’m not seeing things, am I? Hua Jing!"
"Bai Xiu is a Hua Jing martial artist too!"
The guests at the birthday banquet were utterly shocked.
Who could’ve imagined that the Bai family’s discarded son was actually a Hua Jing expert?
Hou Tianci grew more alarmed with each exchange.
Had this kid been training since birth? How was he this strong at his age?!
"Take this! Staff Sweeps the Universe!"
Putting every ounce of strength into his final attack, Hou Tianci swung with everything he had.
Yet, to his horror, Bai Xiu mirrored the motion—his spear slashed horizontally, shattering Hou Tianci’s staff mid-swing before slamming into his chest.
THUD!
The impact sent Hou Tianci flying backward, crashing into the courtyard wall.
He struggled to rise, only to cough up a mouthful of dark blood laced with organ fragments.
He was outmatched—completely outmatched!
As a late-stage Hua Jing martial artist, even a peak Hua Jing opponent would’ve had a hard time defeating him.
But against this kid? He couldn’t even fight back!
"Not just Hua Jing... This brat is beyond Hua Jing!"
Hou Tianci trembled, panic setting in.
That spear strike had cracked his ribs and shredded his internal organs with its residual energy.
Even if he survived, it’d take at least a year to recover.
"Still feeling cocky?"
Bai Xiu rested the spear on his shoulder, his cold gaze locking onto Hou Tianci.
The once frail and overlooked figure now radiated an unshakable dominance.
No one could believe that the person who had just humiliated Hou Tianci was the Bai family’s exiled son.
One thing was clear—the Bai family was about to rise again.
Hou Tianci forced himself up, teeth clenched in fury. "Kid... I admit defeat today. But mark my words—this isn’t over!"
"Who said you could leave?"
Bai Xiu’s eyes flashed with killing intent.
Hou Tianci’s instincts screamed danger.
The spear lashed out like a dragon, striking his knees.
CRACK!
Hou Tianci collapsed, his kneecaps shattered beyond repair.
Another swing—this time to his spine.
Hou Tianci crumpled, his meridians severed. His martial arts career was over.
"Today is Grandma’s birthday. No bloodshed—so I’ll spare your life."
Bai Xiu retracted his spear, his tone indifferent.
Hou Tianci let out a bitter laugh.
"Spare his life"?
He was crippled—his legs useless, his cultivation destroyed.
This was worse than death.
With a venomous glare, Hou Tianci spat, "Kid... just wait for the Ten Thousand Demon Cave’s revenge!"
"Ten Thousand Demon Cave?"
The mention of the name sent waves of terror through the guests.
They’d thought it was just a rumor, but Hou Tianci really was connected to them.
The Bai family was doomed.
No matter how strong Bai Xiu was, could he stand against the Ten Thousand Demon Cave?
Their sect leader ranked thirty-fifth on the Heavenly Leaderboard!
"I need to cut ties with the Bai family immediately—I can’t get dragged into this!" many thought in panic.
"Oh? Is that so?"
A handsome young man strolled into the courtyard, his voice light but laced with deadly intent.
"Daring to threaten someone from our Asura Gate... The Ten Thousand Demon Cave must have a death wish."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
