Yay, Qian Qian sister is my junior sister now.
Nannan said happily, raising her hand.
Murong Qinghong showed a doting expression and gently tapped her little head: Call me senior sister.
Shangguan Qianqian showed a light smile on the surface, but her heart was already somewhat flustered.
Taking a master was purely an act of desperation.
Why was she here, what was this woman's purpose in taking her as a disciple? All of this was unknown.
Without understanding the whole story, she had to be vigilant.
At this moment, in the sky.
A figure came flying through the air.
The arrival was an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard. After landing, he walked over slowly, holding a horsetail whisk.
Greetings, Palace Master!
The old Taoist priest stopped, bowed, and said respectfully.
This old Taoist priest was precisely Xu Kang, who had gone to the Wuxian Palace.
Murong Qinghong nodded slightly: Guardian Xu, you've come.
Palace Master...
Shangguan Qianqian, however, pretended to look surprised on the surface and said: Master, you... you are...
This venerable one is the Palace Master of the Heavenly Palace, Murong Qinghong!
Murong Qinghong said with a smile, nodding slightly.
Xu Kang looked at Shangguan Qianqian in surprise: Palace Master, this is...
Shangguan Qianqian, my disciple, and she will also be the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Palace!
Murong Qinghong said leisurely.
Xu Kang was greatly shocked and quickly said respectfully: Greetings, Holy Maiden!
Guardian Xu, please don't humble me like this... Shangguan Qianqian said politely with her words, but her heart was utterly indifferent.
The position of Holy Maiden was no good thing!
Why couldn't she get rid of this title!
Deep within the Tianluo Forest.
Lin Chen's face was smudged with dust, his clothes were tattered and covered in scratches, stained with patches of blood, clearly injured.
He didn't have An Yi's powerful self-healing ability.
The last time his injuries healed was because triggering the jade pendant tempered his physique, conveniently curing his wounds.
However, even so, with the spiritual energy from the jade pendant nourishing him, his recovery speed was still far superior to that of an ordinary martial artist.
At Lin Chen's feet lay a mess of dead demon beast corpses. Their deaths were gruesome, either sliced apart or with their skulls smashed, their foul blood flowing into a river.
Those demon beasts had been thoroughly frightened. Even though Lin Chen now looked utterly exhausted, they didn't dare approach.
Demon beasts' intelligence wasn't low.
Level four and five demon beasts already possessed intelligence comparable to humans.
Intruders would trigger their territorial instincts, leading to killing or driving them away.
But if this intruder was extremely powerful, even threatening their own safety, they would also wisely back down.
Of course, this backing down was all pretense.
What they were truly waiting for was the moment Lin Chen closed his eyes to rest.
Humans always need to rest, and that was the best time to attack.
But what these demon beasts didn't expect was...
This human hadn't slept for seven consecutive days!!!
Lin Chen wasn't like An Yi, who had Long Niu standing guard at night and a storage space. He could take out tents, air mattresses, barbecue grills, seasonings, and such, turning the Tianluo Forest into a vacation spot.
Lin Chen traveled light, carrying only a pair of Lieyun Guai (Splitting Cloud Tonfa).
However, as Cheng Yuanfeng's disciple, besides the Qi Control Art, Lin Chen had also learned another of Cheng Yuanfeng's secret techniques—the Spirit Concentration Art!
Lin Chen stood up, touched his head, looked at the black hair that fell into his palm, and frowned slightly.
Then, he paid it no more mind and followed the direction of the vegetation to look for a water source.
Here, the bushes were dense, and the grass and trees were lush. Finding water shouldn't be a problem.
Lin Chen waved his hand, a sharp gust of wind cutting through the thorns ahead. After walking for a day, a huge lake unfolded before his eyes.
The lake was vast. Under the refraction of the setting sun's light, it was a crimson red, quiet as a mirror, stretching as far as the eye could see.
In terms of area, this lake would rank among the top even in the secular world.
Lin Chen's gaze was alert. He fetched some water and drank a few mouthfuls, finally suppressing the fiery thirst in his throat.
Sensing the increasingly dense spiritual energy, Lin Chen was absolutely certain.
His direction seemed to be wrong!!
The further he went, the stronger the demon beasts became.
In the end, powerful level four demon beasts had reached the point of being everywhere.
However, around this lake, it was surprisingly quiet.
Those demon beasts that had been tailing him, waiting for him to rest, had also disappeared at some point.
Barring any accidents, he had already reached the central area of this forest.
This, this lake...
Lin Chen frowned slightly.
Since arriving in the world of immortal sects, he had been plunged into constant slaughter.
The spiritual energy within his body seemed to have increased noticeably.
He possessed a jade pendant that could provide an infinite supply, so even in the spiritual energy-deficient secular world, it could continuously provide him with spiritual energy.
To put it bluntly, Lin Chen's body was equivalent to carrying a cave dwelling blessed spot with the highest concentration of spiritual energy!
Therefore, even being self-taught, he had now reached the late stage of Qi Refining!
Lin Chen slowly closed his eyes, manipulating the wind spiritual energy.
A wind current swept over the lake, as if he had already seen those places with his eyes.
Wind Spirit Perception!
This belonged to wind element spiritual arts, but it was a move Lin Chen had figured out on his own.
From above the lake.
One could clearly see.
Hidden within the entire lake was a black giant beast.
Lin Chen closed his eyes, wanting to continue perceiving.
That object... seemed like a dragon!
At this moment, within the lake, that giant dragon slowly opened its eyes.
Suddenly, Lin Chen's perception was interrupted. He opened his mouth, spat out blood, his body swayed, and with a thud, he knelt on the ground.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his face pale and bloodless, his expression grave.
He had seen it, he had seen those terrifying eyes!
What was the origin of that dragon, and why was it sealed here!?
Hum!
The entire lake began to tremble. A towering black dragon surged out of the water.
Also a dragon, the massive dragon body of this black dragon was more than ten times the size of Long Aoxue's.
The black dragon shadow soared and danced, blotting out the sky and sun, as if it wanted to devour the stars rising at the horizon. Chains also bound its body, preventing it from breaking free from the confines of this lake.
Lin Chen was dumbfounded, his body trembling uncontrollably.
He gritted his teeth hard to maintain clarity of mind and break free from this feeling.
The black giant dragon stopped before Lin Chen, its amber eyes fixed on him, emitting an ancient voice: So it's you...
Qingyuan Pavilion.
So tired!
An Yi lay on the bed, muttering to himself drowsily.
Right now, he was on Shen Muxuan's bed.
Well... he was the one who shamelessly insisted on squeezing in.
Although Shen Muxuan wouldn't let him get handsy, being able to hold a beauty rated 9 by the system, even if he did nothing, satisfied him.
Having just won over her master, rushing to make a move on Shen Muxuan... even scumbag An Yi felt somewhat reluctant.
But tonight, An Yi felt like he was sleeping very restlessly, as if he couldn't breathe.
Logically, Shen Muxuan's bed shouldn't be this crowded...
Thinking this, An Yi's drowsy consciousness suddenly became much clearer.
It seemed... there was a soft, delicate body in his arms, and there was another one behind him...
The soft, tender body in his arms wasn't wearing clothes... hmm, he remembered Shen Muxuan was wearing a bellyband.
Hiss! Could it be...?
A master-disciple combo???
An Yi's mind buzzed, jolting awake abruptly.
He hurriedly opened his eyes, but what he saw were exquisite facial features, silver hair, and those purple eyes gazing at him.
Long Aoxue!!!!

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."

] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.

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.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"