Yu Conglong collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily from exhaustion. Blood soaked his clothes, making for a gruesome sight.
Everyone stared in shock at the gentle, jade-like blind young man standing calmly before them.
This was Yu Conglong—ranked 44th on the Heavenly Rankings, a dominant force in the South Sea region!
And he had just been defeated?
"Impressive. I admit defeat," Yu Conglong said bitterly.
"You were a worthy opponent," Xiao Ye replied indifferently.
Lin Chen gave a slight nod.
Where the hell did An Yi find such a powerhouse? he wondered. This guy’s strength is unreal.
Though Xiao Ye had only used sword fingers, the finesse of his technique was unparalleled—the most refined swordsmanship Lin Chen had ever witnessed.
"Old Yu!"
A furious, white-haired elder in Taoist robes suddenly stood, his concealed horsetail whisk snapping out from his sleeve as he lunged at Xiao Ye, eyes blazing with murderous intent. "You little brat, you’ve got a death wish!"
Clang!
A spear shot out, blocking the whisk’s strike.
Bai Xiu, who had been lazily sprawled nearby, lifted his dull, lifeless eyes and drawled, "You wanna fight too?"
The elder narrowed his eyes. "Weapons aren’t allowed in the assembly. How did you smuggle that in?"
"Like your whisk was allowed either. Mind your own damn business," Bai Xiu retorted with a dismissive glance.
"Disrespectful whelp!"
The Taoist’s robes billowed as his rage flared.
Gasps erupted from the crowd.
Is Cangshan Taoist, ranked 37th on the Heavenly Rankings, really about to make a move?
That sickly-looking guy hasn’t even opened his eyes properly—will he even survive?
An Yi raised an eyebrow. "Old man, is this guy from your Taoist Alliance?"
"Old man?!"
Cangqiong Taoist’s veins bulged at the disrespectful address.
"No," Cangqiong Taoist forced out through gritted teeth.
The Taoist Alliance, formed less than a century ago, was a coalition of major Taoist sects—Wudang, Maoshan, Chunyang Palace, Dragon Elephant Mountain, and others.
Clearly, this Cangshan Taoist wasn’t part of it.
An Yi’s gaze swept over the restless crowd of martial artists.
Seems our Asura Gate’s rapid rise has made us a target. Plenty of people here wouldn’t mind taking a shot at us.
"Heh, this is getting fun. Mind if I join in?"
A martial artist with unusually large ears grinned, revealing a sinister smile.
Hei Fu—ranked 35th on the Heavenly Rankings.
He took a step forward—
Then froze as a drop of blood slid down his face and splattered on the ground.
A thin, precise cut had appeared across his cheek.
Threads.
Hei Fu touched the wound, his brow furrowing.
Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses, his voice eerily calm. "Take another step, and you die."
"Oh? What if I do anyway?" Hei Fu licked the blood off his finger, still grinning.
Suddenly, shimmering silver threads materialized in the air before him—an invisible web of death.
Cold sweat drenched Hei Fu’s back as he stared at Chen Bing in disbelief.
"One more step. That’s all it’ll take," Chen Bing said, lifting the threads in his hand, his glasses reflecting a chilling glare.
"I’d like to see what gives the Asura Gate the right to call itself the fifth major faction!"
"Damn it, let’s just rush them!"
In the assembly hall, several restless figures could no longer hold back.
Liu Dachao and Qin Shan stepped forward.
Xiao Yike’s aura exploded—his frail body bulging with muscle as he roared, "Who the hell wants a piece of me?!"
The next second, a mob tackled him to the ground, fists flying.
Han Liang, who had been about to shout something, immediately shut his mouth.
"I’m the leader of the Asura Gate. If you want a fight, come at me!"
A crushing pressure suddenly weighed down on the room. Everyone paled, turning toward the speaker.
An Yi now wore a grotesque, domineering demon mask.
An inexplicable dread gripped the crowd—an oppressive force sapping their strength.
[Mask Skill: Aura Suppression—All enemies’ power reduced by 5%.]
Bai Xiu flicked his spear, sending shredded whisk fragments scattering like snow.
Cangshan Taoist stared blankly at the now-bare handle in his hand.
Xiao Yike reverted to his usual slender, meek appearance—though his black eye and bloody nose ruined the effect.
The chaotic hall fell silent.
All eyes locked onto An Yi.
That mask…
Since when did showing off require special equipment?
"Damn it, so what if you’re the Asura Gate’s leader?!"
A wiry man cracked his knuckles, sneering.
"Let’s see what a brat like you is really made of!"
A fierce-looking middle-aged woman in tight-fitting martial arts gear stood, her glare icy.
Clearly, not everyone was willing to back down.
The Asura Gate’s meteoric rise had disrupted a century-old balance in the martial world. Resentment ran deep.
Why should a bunch of kids lord over us?
Han Bing, the Law Enforcement Bureau’s chief, finally decided the spectacle had gone on long enough. He slammed his fist on the table.
"Enough!"
The room instantly stilled.
"If you want to brawl, the Bureau’s cells have plenty of space!"
His words carried weight—almost everyone backed off immediately.
This was the Law Enforcement Bureau’s turf. Picking a fight here was suicidal.
Chen Bing adjusted his glasses, studying Han Bing thoughtfully.
He waited until now to step in. This bald bastard’s got an agenda.
"The Asura Gate is dragging the entire martial world into their mess!"
"Yeah, we’re innocent! Punish them!"
Voices rose in protest.
The Netherworld Sect—a sinister, globe-spanning organization—was a nightmare no one wanted to provoke.
Even the Four Demon Halls were just their lackeys. Who knew what monsters lurked higher up?
They’d learned the hard way not to cross them.
"Oh? Then by that logic, the Divine Court’s slaughtered tens of thousands of Netherworld fiends. Should we punish them too?"
A clear, resonant voice cut through the noise.
Every head turned toward the entrance.
Even Master Yuanyi, who’d been dozing off, slowly opened his eyes.
A striking young man in his late twenties stood there, clad in a black trench coat.
Each step he took reverberated like a drumbeat in their chests.
His overwhelming presence made it hard to meet his gaze.
Ranked 1st on the Heavenly Rankings.
The War God of Xia—Long Aoyun.
A legend among legends, a man whose strength bordered on the supernatural.
Han Bing smirked in relief.
Thank god he’s here. I’m not sure I could’ve reined in these freaks otherwise.
An Yi removed his mask, locking eyes with Long Aoyun.
Long Aoyun’s gaze met his in turn.
The two titans stared each other down in silence.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
