Listen up, everyone—we must save An Yi!
Wu Susu's voice rang out clearly.
Understood!
The women responded in unison, drawing their swords.
An Yi was utterly baffled.
He really didn’t need saving!
Well, well, what do we have here? A bunch of ladies delivering themselves to us?
Batu grinned, his expression lewd.
The other martial artists sneered at the women, their gazes equally vulgar and dismissive.
Senior Sister Wu Susu’s strength was only at the early-stage Void Force realm, while the other sisters, though numerous, were mostly at the Transforming Force or Hidden Force levels.
They posed little threat.
The women’s faces paled, some even trembling as they gripped their swords.
Many of them had never experienced real combat. Facing these ruthless outlaws, their morale had already crumbled.
Brothers, are you ready?
Batu bared his teeth in a cruel smirk.
Sshhink!
The response came in the form of a sword’s keen cry.
Blood sprayed.
Four martial artists collapsed.
Batu’s eyes bulged, his spine turning to ice. All four were Void Force experts—slaughtered in the blink of an eye by this kid?!
You’re forcing my hand.
With a flick of the demonic sword Dragon Fang, An Yi shook off the blood.
In an instant, he broke through the encirclement, positioning himself protectively in front of the women.
Leave them to me, he said coolly, his back turned to them.
But—
Wu Susu froze.
Among the enemies were several Void Force experts, led by Batu, a late-stage Void Force warrior. They had entered this fight prepared to die.
Kid, if you’re gonna show off in front of women, you’d better have the skills to back it up!
Batu sneered, raising his blade for a vicious slash.
Sshhink!
A thin red line appeared across Batu’s throat.
An Yi had already reappeared behind him, sheathing his sword with deliberate calm.
Fifth Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords: Autumn Scar.
Thud.
Batu’s head hit the ground, his body collapsing right after.
Silence engulfed the scene.
The remaining outlaws stared in horror. A late-stage Void Force expert—killed in a single strike!
At least let a man say his last words.
Wu Susu’s eyes gleamed. She had heard rumors of An Yi’s strength, but never imagined he could obliterate a late-stage Void Force opponent so effortlessly.
An Yi tightened his grip on the sword, his gaze sweeping over the intruders as a chilling grin spread across his face. Flames coiled around his feet before he lunged forward.
Under the cover of night, An Yi moved like a specter.
The black Dragon Fang sword reaped lives without mercy.
One slash—two more Void Force experts fell.
An Yi is amazing!
The women behind him cheered, their eyes alight with admiration.
He cut down Void Force warriors like they were nothing—his power was beyond comprehension!
The remaining intruders snapped out of their daze. This monster was not someone they could oppose.
Don’t fight—run!
A Void Force martial artist barely got the words out before blood gushed from his throat.
Before dying, he stared blankly at the sea of corpses around him, his eyes widening in realization.
He was the last one standing.
The Dragon Fang sword shimmered, shrinking back into a black ring.
An Yi is… really, really incredible!
Watching the vicious intruders fall, the women of the Azure Luan Pavilion beamed with excitement.
An Yi turned, flashing a roguish smile. The intruders have been dealt with. I hope none of you were disturbed.
Wu Susu stepped forward gracefully, her demeanor now refined and elegant—a far cry from her earlier boldness in the stone pool.
Thank you for your assistance, Young Master An, she said softly, her voice sweet and melodious.
The other women bowed in gratitude, whispering among themselves with flushed cheeks.
A beautiful matron, her eyes shimmering with gratitude, said, Who would’ve thought Young Master An was so perceptive? You anticipated these villains’ movements.
Yeah, yeah! Young Master An is amazing!
Guoguo, a petite girl with delicate features, gazed at An Yi with undisguised admiration.
Handsome, fit, unbelievably strong, and sharp-minded—how could anyone not fall for him?
It was nothing, really, An Yi replied with a modest cough.
How had he known the intruders’ location?
Naturally, through meticulous deduction.
It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the Azure Luan Pavilion’s disciples were bathing here!
But his predictions had proven correct.
Who were these people? An Yi asked.
Senior Sister Liu, what do you think? Wu Susu turned to an elegant, fair-skinned woman—Liu Yue'e.
Batu was a retainer of the Heavenly Demon Sect. The other two were from the Flame Ghost Sect and the Eagle Claw School. The rest are unknown, Liu Yue'e explained, lifting a corpse’s sleeve to reveal a flame tattoo. Her refined face darkened. This one… is from the Blazing Sword Manor!
Wu Susu examined another body and stiffened. I recognize this man—he’s from the Jade Mountain Sect!
The women exchanged uneasy glances.
Meanwhile, in a serene courtyard within the Blazing Sword Manor…
A gaunt, silver-haired man stood with his hands behind his back, stroking his beard as he gazed at the starry sky. His eyes gleamed with sharp intelligence.
A guard-like martial artist entered and bowed.
How did it go? Fen Qingyun asked leisurely, his voice calm.
"Valley Master, Batu and the others—none have returned," the guard reported solemnly.
"Not a single one?" Fen Qingyun frowned, his voice low. "Did the Tianxuan Sect send reinforcements?"
"To my knowledge, the Tianxuan Sect dispatched no one to Qingyuan Pavilion," the guard answered.
Fen Qingyun stroked his beard, eyes narrowing. "At this hour, their absence bodes ill. Mu Qingyi is merely at the mid-stage of the Void Realm—how could she possibly withstand them?"
"I’ve heard… a man arrived at Qingyuan Pavilion," the guard added.
"A man? What man?" Fen Qingyun demanded sharply.
Before the guard could finish, he collapsed to the ground with a thud—lifeless.
Witnessing this, Fen Qingyun’s pupils contracted. He crouched to examine the guard’s pallid face, his expression darkening.
"Poisoned?"
Then, his gaze sharpened as he plucked a slender steel needle from the back of the guard’s neck.
The sight of the peculiarly crafted needle made Fen Qingyun’s face tighten.
"The nerves at this acupoint are barely sensitive. To strike here with such precision… the skill required is unimaginable."
The needle’s tip gleamed green—undoubtedly laced with venom.
Fen Qingyun then retrieved a note pinned to the needle’s end.
He unfolded it hastily, and as his eyes scanned the words, fury ignited within him. His energy surged, reducing the paper to dust.
The note’s author claimed to be Lin Chen!
He boasted of slaughtering every envoy Fen Qingyun had sent and scrawled vile insults mocking the Blazing Sword Valley.
"Lin Chen! Who the hell are you? To dare provoke my Blazing Sword Valley so brazenly—such arrogance! Mark my words, I will carve you into pieces!"
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!
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?
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.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
