Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The tall, lanky youth's dagger slashed through the air at blinding speed.
It was clear—he was a master with the blade.
Every strike aimed for a fatal spot—either the throat or the heart.
An Yi calmly parried with his twin daggers.
But fighting with two against his opponent's one felt... undignified.
After all, he was now the leader of the Asura Sect. He had to maintain his poise.
So, An Yi quietly upgraded his dagger mastery to Lv4!
As the fight dragged on, the lanky youth's expression darkened.
The kid across from him had switched from dual daggers to a single blade—and even tucked one hand behind his back.
Damn it, he’s showing off!
"You’ve got guts, kid," the youth growled, stepping back, his face twisted in fury.
He was Qi Xiang, second only to the Twelve Deities of the Pantheon. Yet here he was, being toyed with by some punk barely in his twenties. It made his blood boil.
"Relax, I won’t strike back. As the leader of the Asura Sect, I believe in winning hearts with virtue."
An Yi deflected Qi Xiang’s attacks effortlessly, his tone casual.
The moment those words left his lips, An Yi’s plain jacket seemed to transform into a monk’s robe, radiating a holy golden aura.
"Hah! Fine, then wait for it!"
Qi Xiang retreated, his grip tightening on his dagger.
A violent surge of energy erupted from him, swirling into a miniature tornado that sent garbage flying across the dump. The chaotic debris only amplified his menacing presence.
On top of a trash pile, Lin Chen had just peeled a plastic bag off his face—only for a cardboard box to smack right into it.
Lin Chen:
He wanted to personally slaughter this bastard.
"An Yi, let’s see where you hide now!"
Qi Xiang’s muscles trembled as he channeled every ounce of his energy into the dagger. The slender blade glowed red-hot, like a branding iron.
For that moment, he felt like the ruler of the world.
His arm shook violently, veins bulging as blood seeped through his skin. This strike contained his full power—he refused to believe An Yi could block it!
"An Yi! DIE!"
With a savage grin, Qi Xiang swung—
Only to find empty air.
"Where—?!"
A chill shot down his spine.
"That’s it?"
An Yi’s voice whispered from behind him.
Qi Xiang’s face turned green.
"You damn liar! You said you wouldn’t attack!"
"Returning Dragon Slash!"
An Yi smirked.
His Soulreaver dagger traced a crimson arc, aiming straight for Qi Xiang’s neck.
Clang!
The blade struck—not flesh, but a transparent... barrier?
The impact shattered a hole straight through it.
An Yi blinked in surprise.
Seizing the opening, Qi Xiang spun around and slashed furiously at An Yi.
Unfazed, An Yi’s Dragonfang dagger morphed into the Dragonfang Demonblade, lightning crackling along its edge.
"Fourth Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Thunderbolt!"
"STOP!"
A towering, square-jawed man with a buzzcut appeared between them, his body encased in a translucent barrier.
"Golden Bell Shield!"
The clash of energies sent shockwaves through the dump. Trash flew like tidal waves, obscuring the sky.
Lin Chen looked up, his icy gaze searching for even a glimpse of blue.
Qi Xiang’s dagger struck the barrier, rebounding harmlessly.
An Yi’s Demonblade, crackling with lightning, pierced through—
For just a second, it held.
Then, with a ruthless thrust, the blade tore through the barrier and sank deep into the man’s right gluteus maximus.
Buzzcut Man:
An Yi sighed inwardly.
"You’re not Yan Zhi. Why stand with your back to me?"
"Now you’ve been stabbed. Serves you right."
Gasping for breath, Qi Xiang paled at the sight of the newcomer.
"Lord Wu Ma!"
Wu Ma’s cold stare bore into him.
Qi Xiang’s face turned ashen, sweat beading on his forehead.
He knew this ambush was entirely his own doing—a blatant violation of orders.
The consequences would be severe.
Without turning, Wu Ma said calmly, "Lord Night Emperor, would you mind withdrawing your sword?"
"Oh. Right."
An Yi yanked the blade free.
Schwing!
The Demonblade came out, followed by a geyser of blood.
Despite the gushing wound, Wu Ma remained composed, his expression unreadable.
"Qi Xiang, you’ve gone too far. There will be consequences for this."
He turned to An Yi and clasped his hands. "Lord Night Emperor, as Qi Xiang’s superior, I take full responsibility for this incident."
"Ah, no worries. Just a kid acting out. I’m not offended."
An Yi twirled his sword dismissively.
Qi Xiang’s face flushed red with rage.
Kid?! This bastard was five or six years younger than him!
"Your magnanimity does you honor, Lord Night Emperor. I shall personally make amends another day. Farewell."
Wu Ma bowed deeply, his dignity unshaken despite the bloody stain on his backside.
"Boss Wu Ma..."
Qi Xiang clenched his teeth, trailing behind Wu Ma, his eyes burning at the sight of his superior’s injury.
Wu Ma was the Seventh Deity of the Pantheon’s Twelve! Why should he apologize to this brat?!
"Enough humiliation. Move."
Wu Ma’s voice was icy.
Qi Xiang fell silent, following him out of the dump.
An Yi sheathed his sword, his gaze frosty.
"The Pantheon’s Twelve Deities..."
If Wu Ma was this strong, there were eleven more like him?
Once they were far enough, Wu Ma finally spoke.
"Do you see the gap between you and An Yi now?"
Qi Xiang’s lips twisted bitterly.
At twenty-four, he’d reached the Void Realm, hailed as the Pantheon’s top genius. Yet compared to An Yi, he was nothing.
Wu Ma’s Golden Bell Shield had reached the pinnacle—materializing energy into form.
Even in three years, Qi Xiang doubted he could break it as effortlessly as An Yi had.
"Your reckless attack won’t stay hidden. The Pantheon will know."
Wu Ma sighed.
"I’ll face the consequences myself," Qi Xiang said grimly.
Wu Ma glanced back. "Can you still see An Yi?"
Qi Xiang shook his head.
Only then did Wu Ma exhale—before collapsing to his knees, sticking his butt out.
His once-powerful glutes had swollen into a grotesque mound, like a Mongolian tent.
"That scheming little bastard... poisoned his blade."
Wu Ma punched the ground, snarling in pain.
Whatever toxin it was, it burned like hell. Half his body was numb.
Qi Xiang panicked. "Boss, you’re poisoned! Let me suck out the—"
Wu Ma’s silent stare made him freeze.
Qi Xiang’s face turned green.
"Yamate..."
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
