An Yi fell into silence.
Suddenly, inspiration struck him.
There was still Bai Xiu—that guy was normal.
"Brother Bai, time to wake up."
Fang Jueming nudged Bai Xiu, who had passed out beside him.
Forcibly roused from sleep, Bai Xiu lifted his head with great difficulty, revealing a face that looked as haggard as a drug addict's, before flopping back down with a thud.
"This one's the worst!"
His sickly appearance made everyone fear he might never wake up again.
The council chamber was eerily quiet.
"Is... is this the Asura Gate?"
"I'm sick—can I join them?"
Whispers and murmurs spread among the crowd.
Not far away, Liu Dachao and Fang Jueming locked eyes from their respective positions.
"Dachao, should we stand up?" Qin Shan asked hesitantly.
Liu Dachao grinned. "Nah, better keep a low profile."
"Hmph! You won’t escape responsibility for this, Asura Gate! You are the sinners of Daxia!"
Elder Ning’s voice was icy as he glared at An Yi.
He did have plans to exploit the Asura Gate.
The islands in the southeast boasted superior geographical advantages, home to one of Daxia’s three finest ports.
As a result, the East Sea Sect had amassed immense wealth, making them a frequent target of the Hundred Ghosts Sect.
"Oh? Sinners? So you’re saying exterminating the Hundred Ghosts Sect is a crime?"
From a corner of the chamber, a young man with glasses that reflected a cold light slowly rose to his feet.
His looks were decent—not strikingly handsome, but his composed demeanor exuded an unshakable confidence. His sharp eyes carried an indescribable, domineering aura.
Behind Elder Ning, a disheveled old man in tattered monk robes and long, unkempt hair stood up and roared, "Who the hell are you, kid?"
The young man adjusted his black-framed glasses and replied coolly, "Asura Gate—Chen Bing."
Ding!
[Thousand Mechanism] Chen Bing requests to join the Asura Gate. Accept?
The system’s voice abruptly rang out.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
"Well, well. This glasses-wearing guy knows what’s up."
Then, with a casual flick, An Yi hit Accept.
"Asura Gate, huh? You’re everywhere! Do you really think you’re Daxia’s fifth major faction? Bunch of trash! Go crawl back into your mothers’ wombs!"
A burly man covered in scars, his aura sinister and ghostly, stood up and licked his lips with a crimson tongue.
Whoosh!
A streak of cyan blade wind slashed toward him!
The scar-faced man’s ears twitched, and he barely managed to duck.
Boom!
The blade wind struck the ceiling, carving a deep crack into it.
"Watch your tongue, or you’ll lose your life."
Lin Chen lifted his gaze, his cold eyes fixed on the man as he spoke indifferently.
"Damn it!"
The scarred man touched the blood trickling from his ear, his expression turning savage.
"Rank 44 on the Heavenly Rankings—Yu Conglong, the Wrathful Shark! Let’s see what you’ve got!"
With that, his body shot forward like a cannonball.
Those within the top 50 of the Heavenly Rankings were all Void Realm experts!
Yu Conglong, the overlord of the South Sea, had roamed the martial world for over thirty years. How could he tolerate such humiliation?
Lin Chen remained motionless, his gaze still icy as he sat calmly in his knockoff wheelchair.
Boom!
Xiao Ye, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly made his move.
With a flick of his sword-fingers, he intercepted Yu Conglong’s strike.
A violent shockwave erupted, sending nearby spectators scrambling away in panic.
"Brother Xiao!"
Fang Jueming’s expression shifted as he moved to intervene.
"Wait."
Lin Chen raised a hand to stop him, his deep eyes fixed on Xiao Ye.
He, too, wanted to see what this new Asura Gate recruit was capable of.
"Hey, baldy, they’re fighting over there. You really just gonna stand by?"
Jiang Cheng leaned against the wall, excitement flashing in his eyes as he quietly slipped on a pair of silver knuckle dusters.
Han Bing frowned at his disrespectful disciple’s words. "Shut your mouth, you little brat! Stay out of it!"
"Boring."
Jiang Cheng shrugged, his eager expression dimming.
He had just broken through to the Void Realm and was itching for a fight.
Yu Conglong’s face darkened as his attack was effortlessly blocked.
"Blind man."
Xiao Ye smiled faintly and nodded. "Mhm."
Yu Conglong’s expression grew even uglier.
Originally, his target had been Lin Chen.
Rank 25 on the Heavenly Rankings—undoubtedly stronger than him. He had planned to take advantage of Lin Chen’s wheelchair-bound state to cripple the Asura Gate’s second-in-command.
Yet now, some unremarkable blind man had stopped him cold.
"Kid, don’t blame me for bullying the disabled!"
Yu Conglong’s voice was icy as he unleashed a barrage of punches, holding nothing back.
"Tiger’s Roar Fist!"
Fang Jueming’s eyes lit up in recognition.
Having trained under Wu Tong in various fist techniques, he immediately recognized this style—and the name Yu Conglong, the South Sea’s master of fist arts.
Sparring with such an expert had always been his dream.
Lin Chen’s expression darkened slightly. His fingers rested on the wheelchair, a blade wind gathering at his fingertips, ready to strike at any moment.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Yu Conglong’s fists rained down like a raging tiger, each strike accompanied by the roar of a beast, his momentum overwhelming.
Yet Xiao Ye remained unfazed, his gentle smile never fading as he effortlessly intercepted every punch with precise sword-fingers.
"Damn it! Are you really blind or just faking it?!"
Yu Conglong retreated two steps, his face twisted in fury as he discreetly shook out his numb arm behind his back.
In front of all Daxia’s elite, he couldn’t even take down a blind man? As the South Sea’s top martial artist, this was beyond humiliating.
Xiao Ye chuckled. "Does it matter?"
"Then stop holding back, you coward! Fight me for real!"
Yu Conglong’s voice was frigid as he assumed a new stance.
"If I go all out, I might hurt you." Xiao Ye raised his sword-fingers leisurely.
Yu Conglong’s eyes narrowed.
He knew the man wasn’t lying.
This guy was clearly a swordsman. Even with just his fingers, the sharp sword energy had left his entire arm throbbing in pain.
If he had an actual sword—how terrifying would he be?
"Arrogant bastard! Die!"
With a furious roar, Yu Conglong erupted with power, sending tables and chairs flying as he charged like a raging rhinoceros, fist aimed for Xiao Ye’s head.
Xiao Ye’s smile didn’t waver.
In an instant, his figure blurred—ghostly afterimages trailing behind him as he flashed past Yu Conglong.
The two men swapped positions, then froze.
The crowd stared in stunned silence.
"What just happened? Did anyone see that?"
"No clue. That kid’s done for. With speed like that, why would he go head-on with Old Yu?"
"Tiger’s Roar Fist is all about brute force. Even someone in the top 30 of the Heavenly Rankings would think twice before taking it head-on."
Cangqiong Daoist glanced thoughtfully at An Yi, who looked utterly unfazed, and mused, "The Asura Gate has gained another fierce warrior."
Then, cuts appeared all over Yu Conglong’s body, blood seeping out as he collapsed with a heavy thud.
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.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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."
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
