Brother, I've been searching for you so desperately, and I finally found you!
Tu Yiyi, who had come with Gu Changfeng, was slightly taken aback upon seeing Tu Langlang, her face lighting up with joy. Her lips trembled, and she seemed on the verge of tears.
Tu Langlang was stunned: Little sister? What are you doing here!
Tu Yiyi opened her mouth: I...
What should she say? That she came looking for An Yi and just happened to run into him here?
This is not the time for reunions; we are in great danger!
The Sixth Elder of the Tianxuan Sect, an old man with white hair and beard.
Protect the Young Sect Leader!
The Eighth Elder, following behind the Sixth Elder, shouted.
The Eighth Elder was a burly man with a stubbly beard. Gripping a heavy blade, he looked more like a butcher.
Both sides erupted into fierce battle!
Too weak!
Fen Qingyun swept his sword energy, sending the women flying. Holding his sword, he said coldly: Where is Lin Chen! Tell him to come out!
No one paid him any attention.
In fact, no one in the Qingyuan Pavilion knew who Lin Chen was.
The Fire Old Demon, hunched over, leaped up and stood on the mountain gate of Qingyuan Pavilion, laughing sinisterly: Lads, let's have a good slaughter!
Just then, a bird's cry resounded through the air.
Everyone's gaze turned to the sky.
A silver moon hung in the sky!
Thousands of graceful, azure-winged birds flapped their wings, as if emerging from the silver moon.
It's the Qingyuan!
Fen Qingyun narrowed his eyes and said solemnly.
Behind the thousands of Qingyuan birds.
A stunningly beautiful and graceful figure, her robes fluttering, came soaring through the air.
Everyone looked, their eyes showing a trace of infatuation.
No matter how many times one saw her, her beauty and aura would make one lose themselves.
In the immortal sects, she was deservedly called Fairy Mu.
Pavilion Master Mu Qingyi, you've finally shown yourself!
The Fire Old Demon let out an unpleasant laugh.
Mu Qingyi took out a flute, lightly held it with her jade-like hand, and brought it to her red lips.
The Qingyuan birds circled in the night sky. Under the moonlight, Mu Qingyi's hair danced in the wind, breathtakingly beautiful like an immortal.
For a moment, everyone was mesmerized.
Just then, the flute melody rose lightly. Ying Tan gritted his teeth and roared: Be careful!
In an instant!
Countless Qingyuan birds transformed into streams of light!
Shooting towards the crowd.
The Qingyuan are illusions, all conjured from wind spiritual power!
Ah!
Screams rose one after another.
Many of the martial artists invading Qingyuan Pavilion fell under the Qingyuan attacks.
Blood filled the air!
The Fire Old Demon raised his hand, caught a Qingyuan bird, crushed it with his bare hand, and revealed a cold smile.
Below, numerous martial artists wielded swords and sabers, desperately fighting the Qingyuan birds.
Pavilion Master!
Wu Susu and the others had tears in their eyes. They knew the consequences of activating the Qingyuan Sect Protection Array.
As the flute melody reached a high pitch, Mu Qingyi's jade-like hand trembled, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Qingyuan birds filling the sky slowly dissipated.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The Qingyuan's killing power had little effect on Void Realm martial artists.
But for those below the Transformation Realm, it was very hard to resist!
If Mu Qingyi had been allowed to continue like this, probably everyone would have been wiped out.
The Fire Old Demon cackled: A mere mid-stage Void Realm, yet you can activate the Qingyuan Array. Girl, you're burning your life force!
Mu Qingyi didn't speak. She lightly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her jade-like hand, her beautiful eyes grave. Resolutely, she picked up the flute again.
Bai Xiu pushed back two Heavenly Demon Sect elders with a sweep of his spear. He looked at Mu Qingyi, who was activating the Qingyuan Array, breathing heavily, and frowned slightly.
Big brother!
Ning Er looked at Bai Xiu, his expression worried.
At the foot of the mountain, Bai Xiu alone had killed seven late-stage Void Realm and five peak Void Realm experts from the Yushan Sect!
But correspondingly, Bai Xiu had also sustained some injuries.
Especially on his waist—a sword wound deep enough to see bone.
I'm fine.
Bai Xiu shook his head, holding his spear as he said solemnly, but his expression couldn't hide his exhaustion.
Everyone was already at the end of their rope.
The two elders from the Tianxuan Sect were severely injured and had withdrawn from the fight.
Ning Er was fierce as a tiger, but his back was already a bloody mess.
Tu Langlang protected the women of Qingyuan Pavilion, her face pale.
Pavilion Master Mu, hand over Shen Muxuan, and my Blazing Sword Manor can withdraw its forces! Fen Qingyun said leisurely.
Unlike the others, Blazing Sword Manor's goal was only Shen Muxuan!
Ning Haotian said coldly: Blazing Sword Manor, is this all the dignity you have? Shen Muxuan, my Heavenly Demon Sect wants her too!
Hehehe, you just want to use that girl with the Heavenly Yin Spirit Vein as a sacrifice to release the Fire Flood Dragon! It would be interesting if the two demon halls of the Hundred Ghosts Sect knew how you're trying to curry favor.
The Fire Old Demon grinned, pulling a bloody bone blade from his chest.
The sight was truly horrifying.
Mu Qingyi's eyes turned icy cold as she gripped her flute again.
Stop her!
Ying Tan threw away his long sword, shouted, and charged forward with eagle claws, their tips gleaming with golden light, finally revealing his true strength!
A group of Eagle Claw Sect martial artists also rushed up, determined to capture Mu Qingyi!
Protect the Pavilion Master!
Protector Yang cried out sharply.
But how many of Qingyuan Pavilion's women could withstand these Void Realm martial artists from the Eagle Claw Sect?
Mu Qingyi showed no fear.
Just then, the world was covered in a layer of icy mist.
The temperature between heaven and earth plummeted!
As if falling into an ice cave.
Several Eagle Claw Sect martial artists in front instantly turned into ice sculptures!
Ying Tan's hands were also covered in a layer of ice. He retreated in panic.
But his hands were already crippled!
Countless people looked in terror at the stunningly beautiful young girl who had suddenly appeared, greatly shocked.
The power she displayed far exceeded the Void Realm!
The hour of Zi has arrived!
Shen Muxuan's eyes regained their sight. She looked at the bright moon in the sky, then turned to the crowd, saying leisurely: You were looking for me, weren't you? I'm here.
Muxuan!
Mu Qingyi was shocked, looking at Shen Muxuan as tears streamed from her eyes.
At this moment, the faint red blood line on Shen Muxuan's wrist turned a bright crimson.
Forcibly using the Heavenly Yin Spirit Vein was boosting her power at the cost of her lifespan.
Master...
Shen Muxuan curled her lips into a faint smile.
Mu Qingyi also smiled bitterly. She slowly raised her long flute, saying softly: Your master will accompany you!
Between heaven and earth, the cold energy intensified!
Shen Muxuan's delicate figure, her clothes fluttering, the pearl ribbon in her hair gently fell, and her black hair danced in the wind.
The flute melody resounded!
Mu Qingyi's mouth overflowed with blood as she activated the Qingyuan Grand Array again.
Under the bright moon, illusory Qingyuan birds began to circle.
Kill!
A group of Fire Ghost Sect martial artists charged forward, holding bone blades.
Ice condensed in the air!
Like countless arrows, they shot towards the invaders.
People fell like wheat, collapsing in waves.
Let me face you!
An elder from Blazing Sword Manor, holding a crimson long sword, roared and charged forward.
Shen Muxuan raised her hand, and icy mist formed.
Covering the Blazing Sword Manor elder!
In an instant, a cold wind blew, and his body actually turned into powder, dissipating.
This scene stunned everyone!
Charge! Capture Shen Muxuan, and there will be heavy rewards!
Ning Haotian gritted his teeth and roared, even as he retreated!
Disciples from the four great sects desperately rushed forward, resisting the attacks of ice and Qingyuan birds.
Blood again overflowed from the corner of Mu Qingyi's mouth.
Shen Muxuan's body swayed slightly. She gritted her teeth and held on, her beautiful eyes gazing into the distance, revealing a trace of melancholy.
The ice spiritual power around her was almost tangible, blooming like a blue lotus...
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.
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."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.”
