The Hundred Ghosts Sect.
In a dimly lit room, Mo Gu gazed into the mirror.
With a tap of his finger, an image emerged from the reflective surface.
The image was blurry, its details indistinct, revealing only the vague outline of a tall figure.
Yet, the oppressive aura of mystery emanating from it could be felt even across time and space.
"I pay my respects to my lord."
Mo Gu bowed deeply, his expression filled with utmost reverence.
"Mo Gu, it's been fifty years since we last met, hasn't it?"
A hoarse voice echoed through the mirror before asking, "How have things been progressing?"
Mo Gu replied solemnly, "Chi Xiao is dead."
"Dead? Well, dead is dead. This world is starved of spiritual energy, making it difficult to wield true power. But for him to perish here... what a pity."
The aged voice carried a trace of melancholy before turning serious. "The current mission is to capture the Third Princess of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom as quickly as possible."
Mo Gu's lips curled into a helpless smile.
Ziyue was in An Yi's hands, but there was nothing he could do about it.
After the Asura Sect defeated the Celestial Hall, they seized their base and claimed it as their own.
Now, with an army of elite warriors and countless Void Realm experts, along with territorial control and ample resources, the Asura Sect had grown into a world-class organization.
Demanding someone back from them wasn't as simple as asking.
In contrast, the Hundred Ghosts Sect was in dire straits.
Of the Four Great Demon Halls, Chi Xiao was dead, Zi Xin was missing, and the remaining two were still wandering abroad.
As for the two supreme beings above them—well, it was better not to mention them.
The Eight Immortals had been whittled down to two or three, and even those remaining were only at the Transforming Strength level.
Mo Gu was truly a skilled housewife with no rice to cook—utterly powerless.
With such meager strength, forget about challenging the Asura Sect—An Yi alone could tear this wretched place apart.
The aged voice continued, "Don’t worry. I’ve already sent reinforcements. For now, lay low. No matter the cost, we must secure the Third Princess of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom."
"My lord, something about this feels... off."
Without hesitation, Mo Gu recounted the matter involving An Yi.
The image fell silent for a moment before murmuring, "Do you have a portrait of this man?"
Mo Gu plucked a photograph from a drawing board and held it up for display.
The moment the image caught sight of the handsome young man with a mischievous grin in the photo, it trembled as if seeing a ghost.
"An Yi?! How can it be him?! Didn’t he die long ago?!"
"My lord?"
Mo Gu, puzzled, spoke up.
The figure in the mirror steadied himself, regaining composure before saying calmly, "Do not act rashly. I’ve arranged for two guests to assist you. Take care of them. The time has come."
Gradually, the mirror's surface returned to normal, and the image vanished.
Mo Gu stroked his mustache, his emerald eyes deep in thought.
"Guests?"
Just then, two slender figures emerged from the mirror.
"Why did you send us here?!"
"I don’t know."
Upon seeing them clearly, Mo Gu was stunned.
Both appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen—a boy and a girl.
The boy had snow-white hair and wore pristine white robes.
The girl had jet-black hair and was clad in dark attire.
Their features were exquisitely beautiful, flawless beyond reproach.
But what truly shocked Mo Gu was the pair of sharp, pointed horns atop their heads.
"Demons?"
Moreover, their strength was unfathomable—even his discerning eyes couldn’t gauge their cultivation level.
"Brother, this place is so shabby."
The girl wrinkled her delicate nose as she surveyed the surroundings.
The boy nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Compared to Father’s palace, this dump is pathetically small."
Spotting Mo Gu, the girl raised her chin haughtily. "Hey, old man, got anything fun around here?"
Mo Gu smiled faintly. "Of course, honored young guests."
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Daxia, Yunzhou.
"Little sister, what’s your name?"
Nie Qinglan asked curiously.
"Ah-bah ah-bah."
Ziyue, unable to understand her, pretended to be mute.
Xiao Ye was heading to the Underworld and couldn’t leave Ziyue alone in the capital, so he followed An Yi’s suggestion and sent her here.
Nie Qinglan frowned, studying Ziyue with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
Where did this little girl come from?
She was short—even shorter than Nie Qinglan, standing at around 5'2".
But she was undeniably cute, radiating a doll-like charm.
This triggered Nie Qinglan’s vigilance.
One loli was enough! This girl might threaten her position in An Yi’s heart.
She wasn’t being paranoid—after all, Nie Qinglan spotted the same black stockings. A clear sign of An Yi’s... peculiar tastes.
Still, she had the upper hand. In terms of looks, Nie Qinglan was clearly superior. An Yi was notoriously picky about appearances.
And most importantly—she had a C-cup!
An Yi didn’t like flat-chested girls!
With that thought, Nie Qinglan puffed out her chest proudly and smirked.
Ziyue yawned, bored.
Though she couldn’t understand Nie Qinglan’s words, she could sense the girl’s affection for An Yi.
The bedroom was plastered with his photos.
"I’ll get you some snacks. Wait here."
Nie Qinglan spoke without caring whether Ziyue understood.
Suddenly, her heart clenched.
An indescribable pain surged through her, turning her face deathly pale.
"Sister, are you okay?"
Ziyue rushed over to support her.
"It... hurts..."
Nie Qinglan gasped, her body radiating a faint cyan glow.
"Wind spiritual energy?!"
Ziyue’s eyes widened in shock.
Weren’t people in this world supposed to lack spiritual veins? How could she possess this power?
A violent gale erupted.
Sensing danger, Ziyue leaped back. The gust tore off her hood, revealing a pair of fluffy cat ears.
The wind howled. Ziyue’s fingers sharpened into claws, digging into the floor to avoid being swept away.
The room was thrown into chaos.
Bang!
A sharp sound!
Nie Qinglan’s clothes split open at the back, exposing smooth, fair skin—
And a pair of pristine white wings unfurling slowly.
Ziyue gaped in disbelief.
For some reason, she sensed a familiar aura from Nie Qinglan.
Was she... also a beastkin?
As the wind subsided, Nie Qinglan stared at her wings in shock.
"Wings?!"
She had wings?!
As a child, she’d fantasized about soaring through the skies with her own pair.
But that was just a dream. Seeing them now left her utterly dumbfounded.
"This... this is so cool!"
Nie Qinglan flushed with excitement.
For a rebellious, slightly chuunibyou girl, what could be more thrilling than suddenly gaining superpowers?
"I can fly!"
Eager to test her new ability, she flung open the window—only to trip over the sill and plummet headfirst from the second floor.
"Waaah—!"
Ziyue: "..."
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."
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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.”
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.
