What the hell?
Join our side?
An Yi's body trembled as he looked at Bai Xiu.
Sure enough, he hadn’t paid much attention before, but this guy’s Destiny Value had already risen from 95 to 100!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
An Yi was so excited he nearly smashed the button.
From now on, Bai Xiu was his sworn brother—no blood relation, but closer than family!
His own brothers were reliable. Once the Destiny Value hit the full 100, they were immediately recruited to his side.
Unlike a certain poker-faced guy who had been at max value since their first meeting but still refused to acknowledge him as the boss!
Ding! Main Quest [Defying Fate] completed 3/9, Evil Power Value +100! Reward obtained: [Asura Divinity Fragment 3/9]!
Ding! Child of Destiny [Bai Xiu] has joined your side, Evil Power Value +200! Reward obtained: [Thunder Spirit Vein]!
Three hundred Evil Power Value in one go!
Sweet!
An Yi had never been this rich in Evil Power Value before!
Next up, Shangguan Qianqian! They were practically an old married couple by now—shouldn’t be too hard to win her over.
Then there was that poker-faced bastard Lin Chen.
No way he couldn’t handle him!
After that, strike while the iron’s hot and recruit Chen Bing, that bespectacled guy too.
If everything went smoothly, that’d make 6/9. Though, there were still three others who hadn’t even shown their faces yet!
But they’d probably appear soon!
The mere thought of inheriting the Asura Divinity made An Yi’s face flush with excitement.
Once he returned to the Ancient Continent, he’d crush those trash from the Nine-Layered Heavenly Clan!
Ziyue gave him a weird look. "What’s wrong? Why so excited? Having a seizure?"
An Yi snapped out of it and ruffled her hair. "Didn’t I tell you to play mute? Stop talking nonsense."
"Stop messing with my hair!"
Ziyue quickly pressed down on her hat, afraid her cat ears would be exposed.
The men in this world seemed way too interested in them.
An Yi’s excitement cooled as he examined his rewards, curiosity piqued.
Thunder Spirit Vein?
He already had the Dark Spirit Vein and Fire Spirit Vein, didn’t he?
With that thought, he flicked his finger, and a blue arc of electricity shot out.
"Holy shit! It really is lightning!"
An Yi was stunned.
He’d thought dual Spirit Veins were already unheard of—who knew he could have three?
Did this mean he could eventually gather all nine elemental veins?
Damn, the System really is my godfather!
Still buzzing, he turned and saw Ziyue with her hair standing on end.
The electric arc had apparently zapped her, instantly making her black hair puff up and lift her hat.
"You… you did that on purpose!"
Ziyue’s delicate face was full of grievance, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Hey, hey, don’t cry! I’ll take you to the amusement park, treat you to a buffet—"
"Still crying? Fine, I won’t ask you to wear black stockings anymore!"
"Deal!"
The birthday banquet had been thrown into chaos by Hou Tianci, leaving the venue in disarray.
Waitstaff were busy cleaning up, but none of the guests had left. Instead, they’d moved to another area, waiting patiently.
Only an idiot would leave now!
The Asura Gate’s leader was here—what if they could curry favor?
Many were already racking their brains, wondering if they had any pretty nieces or granddaughters to offer.
Rumor had it that the Asura Gate’s leader was a notorious womanizer who couldn’t resist a pretty face.
If they could catch his eye, they’d be untouchable in Daxia.
Of course, all the old news about An Yi being lecherous, shameless, and despicable had mysteriously vanished from the Martial Alliance app.
Small publications knew better.
What if the Asura Gate’s leader found out and smashed their offices?
"Damn, Bai Xiu! You’ve reached the Transcendent Realm in just a few days?"
"What have you two been up to? Especially you, An Yi—lately, it’s all about you. Trying to take over the world or something?"
Qin Shan and Liu Dachao crowded around them, grinning without restraint.
Neither acted distant just because An Yi had become ridiculously powerful.
An Yi smirked. "You two got nothing better to do? Skipping school just to attend a birthday banquet in the capital?"
"School’s boring without you and Bai Xiu," Liu Dachao grumbled.
"All we see now are two gorillas in love. Gets old fast."
Qin Shan’s expression turned odd. "Wait, An Yi, you didn’t come to the capital for the Martial Assembly?"
"What Martial Assembly?"
An Yi looked genuinely puzzled.
"Here."
Bai Xiu pulled out an invitation from his pocket, emblazoned with the Law Enforcement Bureau’s golden insignia.
An Yi took it and skimmed the contents—an invitation for Asura Gate’s Bai Xiu to attend the Capital Martial Assembly.
Qin Shan and Liu Dachao produced theirs too, though their titles differed.
Qin Shan represented the Changbai Mountain Qin Family, while Liu Dachao stood for the Sichuan Liu Family.
An Yi’s eyebrow twitched.
What the hell?
Even the Asura Gate’s leader didn’t get one?
What was this about?
He read the invitation carefully but found nothing unusual.
"The Martial Assembly is a major event that hasn’t been held in years. Only influential figures receive invitations," Tang Qingqing explained as she approached.
Her Tang Family had also been invited.
"Such a hassle. The Law Enforcement Bureau’s involved, so we can’t skip it. My dad didn’t want to come, so he sent me instead," Liu Dachao sighed.
"Boring meetings aren’t my thing."
An Yi turned to Bai Xiu. "Where’s Grandma Bai? I need to talk to her."
"Inside," Bai Xiu said simply.
In the villa’s main hall, the elderly matriarch seemed uneasy around An Yi.
Ever since learning he was ranked 19th on the Heavenly Leaderboard, she’d been acting stiff.
19th on the Heavenly Leaderboard!
To her, that was an unreachable height.
"Lord Night Emperor, may I ask why you sought me out—"
An Yi quickly waved his hands. "Grandma Bai, just call me An Yi. Bai Xiu and I are brothers."
"Ah, of course."
She relaxed slightly.
An Yi spoke carefully. "Grandma Bai, I’ve heard you were once Daxia’s renowned ‘Divine Physician.’ I came to ask about an illness."
"Divine Physician?" Bai Xiu blinked.
He had no idea about this.
In his memory, his grandmother had never displayed any medical expertise—just a kind old lady.
The matriarch smiled faintly. "The title ‘Divine Physician’… it’s been so long since anyone called me that. What illness do you wish to inquire about?"
"Yin Spirit Vein," An Yi said quietly.
Rumors claimed Bai Chenxiang’s medical skills bordered on the miraculous.
If anyone could cure it, it had to be her.
But the moment the words left his mouth, the old woman’s face paled.
"Y-Yin Spirit Vein? Why do you ask about that?!"
Her voice trembled.
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?!
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."
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
