Damn it! Useless, all of them fucking useless!
Hei Geng punched the wall, and the hard stone surface instantly cracked with a spiderweb of fissures!
Heavenly Demon Sect, Jade Mountain Sect, Fire Ghost Sect, Eagle Claw Sect, Blazing Sword Manor.
These five major sects were the first to pledge allegiance to the Hundred Ghosts Sect.
Now, after being massacred by An Yi's Asura Sect,
those smaller sects that had been desperately sucking up to the Hundred Ghosts Sect have also one by one lowered their banners and silenced their drums. Nowadays, they avoid the Hundred Ghosts Sect like the plague, terrified of having any connection.
This move by the Asura Sect has completely scared the shit out of those small fries.
Right now, Night Emperor An Yi's reputation among the immortal sects is like the King of Hell!
H-Hei Geng, Your Highness, please accept our condolences!
The martial artist delivering the message below said, trembling with fear.
They were just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimps. What's there to condole?
Hei Geng walked down, his dark blue eyes fixed on the martial artist, asking coldly: You bastard, do you think I'm afraid of that guy named An Yi?
The martial artist panicked, quickly kneeling on the ground: N-no, not at all, this subordinate misspoke.
But Hei Geng didn't want to hear his nonsense. He directly reached out and grabbed the man's head, his dark blue eyes growing increasingly savage as he squeezed down.
No, please don't!!!
A shrill scream rang out.
Crunch!
The martial artist's head was crushed alive! Blood sprayed!
Hei Geng licked the foul blood from his fingers and slowly walked out of the main hall, saying coldly: Relay my order! Assemble all forces of the Hundred Ghosts Sect! We will take down the Asura Sect in one fell swoop!
Yes!
The messenger officer, his face stern, clasped his fists in acknowledgment and immediately transformed into a giant grey eagle, soaring into the sky.
The veins on Hei Geng's arm bulged as he suppressed his rage: An Yi! I want to see just how capable you are, daring to oppose my Hundred Ghosts Sect! Today, it's either your death or mine!
My underlings have all had their homes raided by the Asura Sect!
This battle! He must annihilate An Yi!
And he must win decisively!
Otherwise, the Hundred Ghosts Sect, once dominating this region, would have no authority left in the immortal sects.
And, most importantly, he still needed to capture that girl with the Heavenly Yin Spirit Vein and bring her back!
In the immortal sects where the peak of the Void Realm is the ceiling of power!
A Fire Flood Dragon with strength at the fifth level, plus him and Bi Jia, along with the powerful foundation the Hundred Ghosts Sect has accumulated over a century.
Sweeping through the immortal sect world should be no difficult task!
Tap, tap, tap!
Clear footsteps sounded.
Bi Jia walked over slowly, his arm stained with sticky blood. He lifted a dead grey eagle and threw it on the ground: Was it you who ordered this guy to assemble the troops?
What, that brat An Yi already has a knife to our throats, and you still fucking want to hold back?
Hei Geng stood up, roaring in anger.
Bi Jia gave him a cold look and threw a fiery red dragon scale from his robe.
This, this is...
Looking at the scale on the ground, a trace of panic flashed in Hei Geng's eyes.
He vaguely remembered something, an unacceptable thought surfacing in his mind...
The Fire Flood Dragon is dead. This is its scale. I found it in Hidden Dragon Valley.
Bi Jia said with an icy expression.
Instantly, Hei Geng's dark blue pupils dilated, filled with disbelief.
A fifth-level demon beast, far exceeding the power level of this world, was actually slain!
Sixth-level flood dragons transform into dragons, fifth-level ones begin to grow scales. This was indeed the Fire Flood Dragon's. No matter how much he couldn't accept it, he couldn't argue.
Who... who killed it!
Hei Geng asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Anyone capable of killing the Fire Flood Dragon could probably kill them without much difficulty either.
Unclear. This person first broke the seal, then killed the Fire Flood Dragon!
Bi Jia said with a grim face.
Hearing this, Hei Geng drew a sharp, cold breath.
He had witnessed firsthand how terrifying that seal was.
Since its discovery thirty years ago, he and Bi Jia had exhausted countless methods but could never break it.
Who on earth did this! Hei Geng's face darkened.
Having been in the immortal sects for over a century, he had never encountered such a formidable opponent.
Suddenly, Hei Geng frowned suspiciously: Could it be from deep within the Sky Net Forest...
If there was a place in this world even he dared not set foot in, it was the depths of the Sky Net Forest.
I'm not sure.
Bi Jia shook his head, his expression stern: I can't figure out why he would go to Hidden Dragon Valley, even at the cost of breaking the seal to kill the Fire Flood Dragon.
Later, when I examined the corpse, I found the Fire Flood Dragon's spirit core and dragon pearl were gone.
Hearing this, Hei Geng's face paled slightly. He gritted his teeth: You mean, this person... likely came for the fifth-level spirit core?
Bi Jia remained silent, clearly agreeing with that conclusion.
Both their faces looked grim.
Unlike Chi Xiao, who had been stuck in the secular world with its depleted spiritual energy for a century without any increase in strength,
the immortal sects were rich in spiritual energy. Over a century of tempering, the two of them had become fifth-level demon beasts.
If the Fire Flood Dragon was targeted for its spirit core, would they be next?
Bi Jia's eyes turned cold: I know you're furious, but for now, we're not safe either.
Deploying our forces now to fight the Asura Sect to the death would likely leave us unable to even protect ourselves afterward. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. You should understand this principle.
So what do you think we should do next? Hei Geng asked solemnly, calming down.
Bi Jia gritted his teeth, unwillingly saying: Wait! Respond to changes by remaining unchanged! If that guy really has us as targets, he'll show himself.
Hei Geng nodded: Good!
Ding! Host owes 2.034 billion. Please repay immediately!
Ding! Host owes 2.034 billion. Please repay immediately!
Ding! Host owes...
In his mind, the system's voice kept droning on incessantly.
But An Yi not only ignored it, he even wore a pleased smile, getting more excited and refreshed the more he heard it.
Haha, the system is panicking! The system is panicking!
Back then, after using Berserk mode and utilizing Devour to absorb the ice spiritual energy from Shen Muxuan's body,
An Yi had exhausted his own funds. In the end, unable to maintain Berserk mode, he was on the verge of death.
It was the system that, after Berserk mode drained his wallet, forcibly loaned him over 2 billion, pulling him back from the brink.
The system probably thought the host would be grateful.
Unexpectedly, this damn host now turned his back, not taking the debt seriously at all.
An Yi was, of course, happy and carefree.
These days, the debtor is the boss!
Damn it, I just won't pay you back, what can you do about it!
Go ahead, try to kill me!
We're grasshoppers tied to the same rope. If you really want to kill me, think carefully, consider the consequences!!
Ding! Due to host's credit issues! The [Water Spirit Vein] reward has been frozen!
The system finally stopped the debt collection and issued another notification.
Water Spirit Vein??
An Yi was completely baffled.
He quickly checked the system.
The Water Spirit Vein icon was distinctly greyed out, in an unactivated state.
An Yi looked carefully and finally understood.
Back when he was devouring the ice spiritual energy, it was extremely pure. With the system's help, it actually unlocked the [Water Spirit Vein]!
After all, the Ice Spirit Vein is a variant of the Water Spirit Vein.
Could he use ice spiritual energy now too!
Dammit! You damn system!
When doing bad things, you're more excited than anyone, even rewarding Evil Power Value. Now that the bad deed is done to you, you're unhappy!
Hah, spit.
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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'!"
