Behind Long Aoyun followed two rows of black-clad men, their overwhelming aura forcing everyone present to lower their heads slightly.
Such an intimidating presence!
An Yi’s gaze turned solemn as he locked eyes with Long Aoyun.
Since arriving in this world, this was the first time he had felt such crushing pressure!
The top-ranked expert on the Great Xia Heavenly Rankings truly lived up to his reputation.
In terms of strength, this man had far surpassed the limits of this world’s power level!
An Yi’s expression grew grave.
Most crucially, Long Aoyun’s Destiny Value was displayed as one hundred—
The maximum!
It was almost certain—another protagonist!
And this one was likely more troublesome than the others.
Long Aoyun glanced at An Yi.
Their eye contact lasted only an instant.
"In a world so lacking in spiritual energy, how could such a powerful human even exist?"
For once, Hongtian was serious, shaking his dog head in quiet amazement.
For some reason, this guy gave him a sense of kinship.
Long Aoyun’s arrival sent a chill through the entire assembly.
Clad in black, tall and imposing, his half-long dark hair framed eyes that were as sharp as blades yet deep as the cosmos.
Without facing him in person, it was impossible to imagine this suffocating pressure.
And it wasn’t just Long Aoyun—even his subordinates radiated an oppressive aura.
Especially the eyepatch-wearing muscleman at the front and the short, sinister-looking figure behind him.
Lin Chen narrowed his eyes and remarked coolly, "All at the Void Realm."
Indeed, all twelve members of the Divine Hall were Void Realm experts, and their cultivation was far from weak.
The two at the front exuded a presence no less intimidating than Han Bing’s!
The martial artists present trembled in silence. Against An Yi and the Enforcement Bureau, they had still dared to resist or stir trouble.
But facing the War God who stood at the pinnacle of Great Xia? Not a single one dared to act out of line.
"The conflict between Great Xia and the Hundred Ghosts Sect traces back three hundred years! How many of you can swear your sect hasn’t suffered at their hands?"
Long Aoyun stepped onto the assembly platform, looking down at the crowd.
His tone was calm, but the weight behind his words was undeniable.
Those with ulterior motives paled, their backs drenched in cold sweat.
Indeed, while outsiders might not know, these so-called elite martial artists were well aware.
The Hundred Ghosts Sect had always been Great Xia’s greatest threat.
Every sect here had, to some extent, been victimized by them.
The Four Demon Halls were merely the sect’s public face.
Having fought against Great Xia’s martial world for three centuries without falling, the Hundred Ghosts Sect’s true power was terrifying beyond measure.
And now, someone slays their leader, and suddenly it’s a crime against heaven and earth?
Long Aoyun’s gaze swept across them like a blade. "Where’s your courage when fighting among yourselves? As warriors of Great Xia, where’s your backbone? If the sky falls, I, Long Aoyun, will hold it up! What are you afraid of?"
His voice was domineering, brimming with arrogance. "I’m here to announce one thing—from today, Great Xia declares war on the Hundred Ghosts Sect! Anyone who disobeys… prepare your own coffin."
The crowd shuddered at his words, yet none dared to speak.
Long Aoyun, the Dragon Marshal of Great Xia—he absolutely meant it.
With that, Long Aoyun and his Divine Hall entourage departed.
Only after their black figures vanished did the hall remain deathly silent.
Heads bowed, not a soul uttered a word.
"Such spiritual pressure… Brother Yun seems even stronger now."
Master Yuanyi lifted his head, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Brother who?"
An Yi, standing nearby, pricked up his ears in confusion.
Master Yuanyi was over three hundred years old—who could he possibly call "brother"?
But all An Yi heard next was the old man’s snores.
"An existence I’ll never reach in this lifetime…"
Cangqiong Daoist sighed softly.
Hailed as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy since childhood, surpassing Master Yuanyi might still be within his grasp. But Long Aoyun? He didn’t even dare to dream.
Every Divine Hall leader began at the peak!
He couldn’t fathom how someone so young had cultivated to such heights.
Still, the mention of war with the Hundred Ghosts Sect reminded him of that bewitching serpent demoness.
His face weathered with melancholy, he sighed deeply and clapped a hand on An Yi’s shoulder. "Young friend An, I’ve heard you possess a pill that cures colds. Is it true?"
"A cold remedy? I don’t have—"
Wait, the third-ranked expert on the Heavenly Rankings, brought down by a mere cold? Ohhh—!
"Daoist, you—"
An Yi was stunned.
"You old rogue, how old are you?! Can your body even handle a Tiger Yang Pill?"
Ahem. "Seeing the Daoist unwell, I’ll gift you these three—no, five pills. One dose guarantees potent effects."
An Yi played along, discreetly slipping a vial into Cangqiong Daoist’s hand.
"Haha, young friend, your wisdom shines bright indeed!"
The Daoist beamed, reciprocating by handing An Yi a slip of paper.
Unfolding it, An Yi frowned at the string of numbers. "This is…"
Lottery numbers? A Daoist secret manual?
Coming from a top-three Heavenly Rankings expert, it had to be valuable!
The digits seemed to shimmer with an inexplicable profundity, as if infused with Daoist essence.
Cangqiong Daoist nodded sagely. "This is my disciple Xiao Xiao’s phone number!"
An Yi: "…"
In the Daoist Alliance, Xiao Xiao was hailed as heaven’s favored daughter, adored by countless.
Winning her affection was the ultimate dream of every toad in the alliance.
Thus, in the Daoist’s eyes, this punk would surely be overjoyed. Such a generous gift!
"Uh…"
An Yi forced a grin.
He already had her contact info—and it was she who had shoved it at him, leaving no room for refusal.
Cangqiong Daoist stroked his beard, smiling smugly at An Yi.
As if flaunting his magnanimity.
An Yi’s smile screamed internal curses.
One Tiger Yang Pill cost three hundred thousand. Five? Fifteen million!
A hundred-and-fifty-million-yuan pill, traded for a useless scrap of paper?!
Pah!
Shameless old con artist!
Give me back my 1.5 billion!
Long Aoyun came and went swiftly, but his presence left the unruly martial artists thoroughly cowed.
Han Bing was pleased. Smirking at the petrified crowd, he drawled, "As the War God declared, Great Xia’s martial artists stand against the Hundred Ghosts Sect! Those who wish to withdraw… we won’t stop you."
Withdraw?
How the hell could they?
The martial artists cursed inwardly.
They knew the Divine Hall’s methods—ruthlessly domineering, decisive in execution.
Why else would it reign as Great Xia’s strongest faction?
Even the Daoist Alliance, a coalition of major sects, paled in comparison.
At the assembly’s entrance, Lin Chen and Chen Bing exchanged glances.
"This meeting might be an opportunity for the Asura Gate," Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses and said solemnly.
Lin Chen nodded. "Mm."
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.”
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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."
