The ferocious demon beasts glared at the martial artists outside the cages, their teeth gnawing at the iron bars.
They had been starved for too long, driven to the brink of madness, and were at their most savage.
Many martial artists were already beginning to have second thoughts.
"If anyone wishes to withdraw, now is the time," Xu Kang said leisurely.
Immediately after, another small group of martial artists chose to forfeit.
Most of them didn't even possess Void Realm strength. The chance of death fighting a Level 4 demon beast was high; it wasn't worth losing their lives here.
Xu Kang looked at the remaining group of young martial artists in the training ground and said calmly, "The qualifying round begins!"
Instantly, the gates of the tall iron cages swung open.
A multitude of demon beasts of all shapes and sizes broke free from their shackles and rushed out wildly.
"All Level 4 demon beasts... isn't that a bit too cruel?" Xu Kang whispered in inquiry.
"Reaching the Void Force stage under thirty is already a rare feat in itself.
Frankly speaking, the people on this training ground undoubtedly represent gathered talents from all over the Immortal Sects."
Murong Qinghong said indifferently, "It's fine. If they can't even manage this, what qualifications do they have to be my man!"
Hearing this, Xu Kang could only show a wry smile.
Murong Qinghong's gaze was fixed on An Yi, her beautiful eyes rippling with emotion.
She was watching An Yi not because she held him in high regard, but precisely because she feared he would qualify.
"Who knows how he grew like that! Such a huge, ugly, terrifying minotaur... just looking at him would give anyone nightmares. If he were to be by my pillow in the future..."
Murong Qinghong shuddered.
"I'll go first!"
Gu Changfeng took the lead, his clear, cold long sword flashing out.
A sword aura slashed at the head of a white lion.
The white lion retreated a step, roared, and swiped its sharp claws, striking Gu Changfeng's blade.
Gu Changfeng executed the Flowing Cloud Steps, his movements unpredictable. He circled around the white lion, found an opening, and delivered a horizontal slash with his sword.
The white lion's neck was sliced open, blood immediately spraying forth as it collapsed.
A smile appeared at the corner of Gu Changfeng's mouth. "Got it."
"Flowing Cloud Steps! Could he be a disciple of the Heavenly Mystery Sect?" Murong Qinghong showed a hint of appreciation. "A graceful young master in white robes... not bad at all.
Although this person seems somewhat effeminate, his looks are still acceptable."
Xu Kang nodded slightly. "Indeed, he's quite capable. To have reached the mid Void Realm at such a young age."
On another side, Hua Fengyu's folding fan transformed into an iron blade, cleaving a cat demon in two.
"This person is named Hua Fengyu, the son of Hua Zhenglong from the Floral Gate..."
Xu Kang introduced, but then, seeing Murong Qinghong's expression, he wisely fell silent.
He remembered something: Hua Zhenglong knew the Palace Master and, if he recalled correctly, even had to call her 'Senior Sister'.
Getting involved with his son would be very awkward!
Why did it have to be young men under thirty!?
Elsewhere, Via of the Ghost Hand Clan, his pitch-black right arm swelled to immense proportions.
His fingers, especially, became thick and enormous.
A mischievous monkey didn't even have time to leap before his large hand clamped around its head.
Crack!
The monkey's skull shattered, and it slumped softly to the ground.
Murong Qinghong examined his fingers and nodded slightly.
"To reach the Void Realm peak before thirty... his talent is simply terrifying."
The chieftain of the Flame Tribe, a young man with dark skin, waved his hand, and flames swirled around.
Two avian demon beasts shrieked as they died, scorched by the blazing inferno.
A flicker of appreciation appeared in Murong Qinghong's eyes.
"Fire Spiritual Vein! Early Spirit Gathering stage!
He's actually an innate spiritual vein martial artist!"
Thud!
The young master of the Evil Dragon Gang, Hu Fei, swept his staff, striking a giant eagle, a look of satisfaction on his face.
It clearly wasn't difficult for him.
Murong Qinghong frowned. "How old is this child?"
Xu Kang replied, "The physician's bone age test says nineteen!"
Murong Qinghong raised an eyebrow.
Normally, at nineteen... she probably had a son who would be over twenty by now.
"I got one too!"
Tu Langlang clutched a spirit core, saying joyfully.
Murong Qinghong saw the even younger Tu Langlang, with his cute, baby-faced appearance, and a dark line appeared on her forehead.
Hum!
A Sanskrit chant resounded!
Three squirrels were instantly slain, blood splattering.
Killing three Level 4 demon beasts with one move, this monk truly attracted everyone's attention.
"Amitabha!"
The monk laid down his slaughtering blade, retrieved the spirit cores, and stepped over the corpses of the three squirrels.
The crowd was shocked.
Murong Qinghong narrowed her eyes, her gaze turning cold. She said slowly, "If I'm not mistaken, this young master is Dharma Protector Mi's disciple, correct?"
Cold sweat beaded on Xu Kang's forehead as he stammered, "That's correct..."
The Heavenly Palace had four great Dharma Protectors: Buddhist, Daoist, Confucian, and Military.
Among them, the Joyful Buddha, Mi Huan, was the chief of the four. This young monk, Wu Chen, was Mi Huan's disciple.
Murong Qinghong's face grew even more unpleasant.
A monk participating in a marriage contest was one thing, but the key issue was that he was actually one of their own!
Xu Kang, usually calm and collected, found that the cold sweat on his forehead hadn't stopped all day.
"What's wrong with one of our own?
Keep the benefits within the family, as they say..."
Over here, Han Liang fought with both wit and courage, spearing a hyena demon beast through its rear with his spear, also securing a spirit core.
Murong Qinghong frowned slightly, finally turning her gaze to An Yi.
She had endured this ugly, hulking minotaur for too long.
Perhaps because of the minotaur's large size, five grey wolves instantly surrounded him.
Murong Qinghong's eyebrows lifted with delight.
Forget five Level 4 grey wolves; even two Level 4 grey wolves together would be more than a Void Force peak practitioner could handle.
Just then, An Yi, who had been standing there, finally moved.
He drew a black-and-gold heavy sword.
And swung it!
He had no experience with heavy swords. However, a long time ago, he had successfully assimilated the memories of the bearded man, Ito Jiro, mastering the use of broadswords.
Therefore, wielding the heavy sword gave him a feeling of grasping a new skill through association with an old one.
Two grey wolves charged at him head-on.
An Yi swung the heavy sword in a horizontal slash, sending one flying.
The sword's momentum shifted, and the force actually swept up the other grey wolf.
"Void Realm peak!"
Murong Qinghong's eyes turned sharp.
She seemed not to have expected the minotaur's strength to be so terrifying.
An Yi grinned, channeling force into the heavy sword. Having used it for the past two days, he actually felt himself becoming more and more adept with it.
Ding! Congratulations, host, on comprehending [Heavy Sword Proficiency Lv1]!
The system's voice sounded slowly.
Hearing it, An Yi's face lit up with joy. "Level it up for me!"
Ding! [Heavy Sword Proficiency] has reached Lv2!
Ding! [Heavy Sword Proficiency] has reached Lv3! Unlocked skill [Killing Intent (Passive Skill)]!
[Killing Intent (Passive Skill)]
Skill Introduction: Deals 10% additional damage to opponents whose strength level is lower than your own!
An Yi grinned widely.
A godly skill for bullying the weak!
Swinging the greatsword, sparks of lightning flickered around An Yi.
"Wolf pups, your grandpa is here!"
With An Yi's thunderous roar.
The remaining three wolves' legs went weak with fear.
The heavy sword swept horizontally, wreathed in purple lightning, cleaving through the air!
All five Level 4 grey wolves were slain!
An Yi's actions immediately drew frequent sidelong glances from the other martial artists.
No one had expected this minotaur to be not only terrifying in appearance but also terrifying in strength.
Hu Fei rested his staff on his shoulder and grinned. "This minotaur is a good opponent."
Via of the Ghost Hand Clan looked on with disdain, his fist clenched tightly.
Elsewhere, a seemingly low-key man lowered the brim of his hat, shot a cold smile at An Yi, and then melted back into the crowd.
Xu Kang sighed with emotion. "It seems the favorites to win the championship have emerged."
Murong Qinghong's eyes seemed to spit fire, her delicate hands clenched into tight fists.
This matchmaking event had now seemingly turned into a complete and utter farce!
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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.
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!
