The blade of Lishang Sword slashed out!
An Yi struck down a level-four multicolored tiger.
Without pause, he immediately began sprinting, chased by a massive horde of wild beasts.
Wolves, boars, leopards—even a swarm of rats on the ground—were all blocking his path.
This made An Yi feel an indescribable sense of humiliation!
He was the boss of the Asura Sect!
Was this the kind of treatment a big boss deserved?!
Suddenly, he remembered—System Daddy!
Couldn’t the Demon Mask turn him invisible?
Overjoyed, An Yi quickly retrieved the Evil Ghost Mask from his storage space and put it on.
In an instant, he activated the invisibility skill.
Yet, in the eyes of the beast horde, all they could see was a pair of boxers floating rapidly through the air.
An Yi glanced at the still-chasing beasts, then at his very much visible boxers. Without hesitation, he shattered them with a burst of energy!
He had once sworn that as a boss, he would never do something as out-of-character as streaking.
But now, he clearly wasn’t breaking his oath.
Because he was wearing a mask! This absolutely didn’t count as streaking!
Freed from the constraints of his boxers, An Yi ran naked and transparent, darting through dense shrubs like a rabbit evading a hawk.
The beasts stopped.
A lead wolf sniffed lightly at the air.
Then, its emerald-green eyes locked onto a direction, and it bolted forward in pursuit.
The other beasts followed closely behind.
An Yi’s face turned green.
Damn cheaters!
He thought this would shake off the savage beasts.
But no—this wolf could track him by scent!
Had wolves in the immortal world evolved to this level already?!
Furious, An Yi realized his quick thinking had only led to his already-limited dignity being trampled once again.
Damn system!
What’s the point of invisibility if it’s useless?!
Fight?
He couldn’t take on an entire horde!
Every one of them seemed to have cheats—how was he supposed to fight?!
Escape?
No chance!
He looked up at the sky, where vultures and eagles were already circling.
Their target was unmistakably him.
Gritting his teeth, An Yi desperately racked his brain for a way out.
Skills? None suitable!
Items?
Then he spotted the slumbering silver dragon.
"Hey, Dragon Girl, wake up!" An Yi shouted.
The silver dragon remained motionless.
Once this dragon fell asleep, she could stay dormant for ten years without stirring. There was no way a single shout from An Yi would rouse her.
With no other options, An Yi started hurling everything from his storage space at her—bottles of iced tea, tissues, slippers, stinky socks—all sorts of random junk clattering against her scales.
Finally, just as a heavy sword was about to cleave him in half, the silver dragon opened her eyes.
Her amber pupils radiated intimidation as they fixed on An Yi.
An Yi:
"Of all the times to wake up, you choose NOW?!"
"Dragon Girl! Dragon Sis! Dragon Auntie! I’m your—ugh, never mind! Hurry up! Save me! Level-five demon beast core!"
The silver dragon’s violet eyes gleamed with disdain.
Clearly, she didn’t believe him.
She wasn’t about to let An Yi ride her for free again.
"If I die, this storage space will be sealed forever. You’ll be trapped in this tiny place for eternity!" An Yi blurted.
Hearing this, the dragon hesitated.
A space like this was hard to come by. Finding another undisturbed sanctuary wouldn’t be easy.
At the very moment the beasts were about to catch An Yi—
The silver dragon suddenly materialized, scooping him onto her back and soaring into the sky, leaving the horde far behind.
Two level-three demon eagles attempted to ambush her mid-flight.
But with a sudden burst of speed, the silver dragon sent them spiraling downward in a flurry of feathers and panicked squawks.
Her long, whip-like tail lashed out, smacking a black crocodile that had leaped from the lake.
With just one strike, the level-four beast was sent flying, dazed and floating belly-up on the water’s surface, motionless.
Alive or dead—who knew?
"Hell yeah!" An Yi cheered.
The silver dragon circled overhead, her aura as the sovereign of all beasts radiating outward. Instantly, the frenzied creatures below calmed.
On a flat stretch of rocky cliff—now safely out of reach of any beasts—the dragon descended.
In a flash, her silver-scaled body transformed into a stunning, completely naked girl with flawless pale skin.
Her long silver hair fluttered in the wind, barely concealing her breathtaking figure.
Violet eyes, exquisite features—yet her expression was eerily emotionless.
Bathed in the golden hues of sunset, the girl stood at the cliff’s edge, the mountain breeze tousling her hair, her beauty enough to intoxicate the soul.
Except for the stark contrast of a fully naked man straddling her back.
An Yi:
This was NOT the outcome he’d envisioned.
Ziiip!
Pants zipped up. Even with steel-thick skin, An Yi felt a twinge of shame.
"Ahem… Dragon Girl, why’d you suddenly turn human?" he asked awkwardly.
The silver-haired girl rolled her eyes at him before shifting back into dragon form and vanishing into An Yi’s body.
Sigh.
Now fully dressed, An Yi stretched and surveyed the world from the cliff’s vantage point.
The view was vast.
Endless ancient trees stretched to the horizon, their canopies blotting out the sky.
Beyond the forest lay distant mountains.
With wilderness on all sides, An Yi felt lost.
How the hell was he supposed to get out of here?!
He couldn’t just run blindly!
As he pondered, the sky suddenly darkened.
An Yi looked up.
A black mass—countless birds—blotted out the light.
"Goddammit! Not again!"
Gripping his heavy sword, An Yi began channeling energy.
Several birds dive-bombed him, pecking at his body.
He ignored them.
But when one little bird twisted midair, aiming its butt at him—An Yi moved.
"Sixth Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Tidal Surge!"
The broadsword gleamed blue, its force like a raging ocean, crashing forward in a devastating wave.
Splat!
The level-two birds stood no chance.
Like hailstones, their mangled bodies rained down, reduced to pulp.
"Finally… some damn peace."
Grinning savagely, An Yi spotted something glinting on the ground.
Demon beast cores!
His face lit up.
These were treasures! Perfect for feeding Da Hong!
Though the Tidal Surge had obliterated the birds, their cores—the hardest part of their bodies and the focus of their spiritual energy—remained intact.
He’d barely picked up two when—
The sky darkened again.
This time, vultures.
An Yi’s face turned ashen.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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."
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.”
