Murong Qinghong held her sword, walking forward slowly.
Mi Huan gave a bitter smile, knowing he was done for this time!
"Stop right there! If you don't want him to die, stay right where you are and behave!"
With his long sword pressed against Xing Yunjun's neck, Murong Xiao roared like a frenzied beast, seething with killing intent.
He knew that Murong Qinghong loved this man deeply.
She would definitely not abandon him!
Murong Qinghong's gaze fixed on her own blood brother, a cold sneer appearing in her eyes. "I originally intended to spare your life."
"Murong Qinghong! His life is in my hands! If you don't want him to die! Just behave!"
Murong Xiao's eyes were bloodshot as he roared.
His strength was at the late-stage Gathering Spirit realm. He had thought he stood a chance against Murong Qinghong.
He never expected the gap in their power to be so vast!
Rip!
A sharp claw pierced through Murong Xiao's chest.
Murong Xiao stared blankly at the hand protruding from his chest.
Xing Yunjun's hand, twisted in an unnatural way, had directly pierced his chest and pulled out his still-steaming heart!
"No, no..."
Despair filled Murong Xiao's eyes. In his final moment, his sword slashed towards Xing Yunjun's neck.
Unexpectedly, the strike felt as if it had hit solid steel!
The sword, sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, couldn't even break the skin of his throat!
Roar!
In pain, Xing Yunjun clenched his large hand, instantly crushing the heart.
Mincemeat and blood splattered!
Thud!
Murong Xiao fell to the ground, his eyes wide open. "Why..."
"Twenty years ago, my husband was already the number one expert of the Heavenly Palace. Using him as a hostage, are you out of your mind?"
Murong Qinghong walked over, looking down at Murong Xiao from above.
That icy gaze was completely unlike one looking at her own brother.
Murong Xiao's life force grew weaker and weaker.
Her dress swaying gently, Murong Qinghong walked over, crouched down, and reached out to close his wide-open eyes.
"Let me also tell you, there are no spies of mine in the Murong family. That was all a lie."
"My foolish little brother, after all these years, you're still as easily flustered as you were when we were children."
Murong Xiao's vitality was completely extinguished.
And Mi Huan had also disappeared without a trace.
Murong Qinghong knew that the fat monk had already fled moments ago.
Roar! Roar!
Xing Yunjun roared loudly.
Murong Qinghong hurried forward to soothe him, saying softly, "Don't be afraid, husband. The person is already dead."
As she spoke, she lowered her head and kissed Xing Yunjun's lips.
Slowly, the beast-like Xing Yunjun actually became calm.
"Good boy, it's all over now."
Murong Qinghong stroked his head, whispering gently, her voice filled with a sharp, chilling killing intent. "Don't worry, husband. The Murong family that bullied you, I will definitely make them pay with their lives!"
In a room within the Floating Island Heavenly Palace.
Mi Huan, covered in wounds, lay on a chair, his soul still shaken.
He knew he was completely finished.
The Heavenly Palace, this greatest cultivation paradise of the immortal sect, had nothing to do with him anymore.
Knock! Knock!
A knocking sound came from the door.
"Who is it?!"
Mi Huan instantly became alert, a dense killing intent surfacing.
A voice came from outside the door. "Master, it's me."
"Wu Chen."
Hearing the voice, Mi Huan relaxed slightly.
In this world, his disciple Wu Chen was perhaps the only person he trusted, after all, he was the child he had raised with his own hands.
Mi Huan's voice was weary. "Come in."
Creak!
The door opened. Wu Chen closed it behind him and was greatly shocked upon seeing Mi Huan. "Master, you... you're..."
At this moment, Mi Huan was covered in blood from head to toe, with sword wounds all over his body, and his lungs and organs already pierced. An ordinary person would have died long ago.
Mi Huan revealed a bitter smile. "No need to be so alarmed. Now, we must flee. There's no place for us master and disciple in the Heavenly Palace anymore..."
As he spoke, a serrated iron chain was already lashing towards Mi Huan's neck.
"You—"
Mi Huan was shocked. The one attacking was none other than his disciple, Wu Chen.
"Safe travels, fatso."
Wu Chen said with a chuckle. Though he was smiling, his eyes were full of ferocity.
Inn.
"Hey, Xiao Yike, not to be harsh, but why did you drag Brother Bai over again?"
Han Liang looked at Bai Xiu lying on the recliner and then at Xiao Yike incredulously.
"This kid must have something wrong with him. There are so many people in the Asura Sect you could have brought, why drag Bai Xiu along again!"
Thinking about those days when Xiao Yike was poisoned by Tang Qingqing, suffering from vomiting, diarrhea, whole body swelling, and barely able to get out of bed, Han Liang felt a chill and subconsciously took a step away from Xiao Yike.
Over a hundred different poisons! Who knows if this guy is carrying any poison on him now.
Xiao Yike stammered, "I, I don't know either. By the time I swapped over, I had already brought Brother Bai with me."
"Forget it, keep an eye on him. Bai Xiu's strength is top-notch. Having him here means we have some backup."
Gu Changfeng said with a sigh.
He also didn't understand how a living person could sleep for so long without moving.
Ning Er gritted his teeth. "What about the Boss? It's so late at night, why hasn't he come back? Could something have happened?"
"Shut your crow's mouth."
Gu Changfeng shot him a glance, then looked at the middle-aged man on the windowsill, poking Ning Er. "What's the deal with this weird uncle?"
"Oh, he was picked up by the Second Boss. We're supposed to call him Master, apparently."
Ning Er whispered.
"Second Boss" referred to Lin Chen.
After learning Lin Chen was the second-in-command of the Asura Sect, Ning Er started calling him Second Boss.
Tu Langlang beside him whispered, "He seems pretty strange."
The middle-aged man sitting on the windowsill was Cheng Yuanfeng.
His gaze was fixed on the bright moon in the sky, lost in thought.
That look in his eyes, no one knew what he was thinking about, what he was remembering.
Then, he lowered his head, took a bite of the chicken leg in his hand, chewed it a few times with a smacking sound, and continued to gaze at the moon in the night sky.
"Uncle, want a drink? Erguotou!"
Ning Er invited.
Cheng Yuanfeng heard this and showed a look of disdain. "You simpleton, what's so good about that?"
As he spoke, Cheng Yuanfeng picked up the roast chicken next to the windowsill and walked over.
"Uncle, please sit!"
Tu Langlang quickly made room, looking at Cheng Yuanfeng with eager anticipation. "Uncle, I heard that Brother Lin is your disciple?"
"I raised him myself."
Cheng Yuanfeng waved his hand modestly. "Just a happy accident. That Lin Chen could have today, I, his master, am not without merit. Oh, right, An Yi also counts as my half-disciple."
Hearing this, everyone became interested.
They seemed not to have expected this uncle to be so impressive!
Cheng Yuanfeng gave a light laugh and flicked his finger.
The liquor from Ning Er's bottle actually flew into the wine cup by itself.
"Whoa! So cool!!"
Ning Er said excitedly.
This is the Art of Qi Manipulation, my Cheng's unique skill, never taught to outsiders.
Cheng Yuanfeng took a sip of wine. At this moment, he actually had the air of a master.
He glanced at everyone and continued, "However, seeing how sincerely you all are seeking knowledge, I'll just teach it casually."
Tu Langlang scratched his head, whispering in confusion, "We didn't ask to learn..."
Cheng Yuanfeng pretended not to hear and continued, "Come, watch. Channel the airflow through the body, circulate through the meridians... See? Isn't it difficult? This old man used ten years..."
Whoosh!
As soon as Cheng Yuanfeng finished speaking, an air blade sliced through, stirring up a gust of wind!
"Doesn't seem that hard."
Bai Xiu, who had been sleeping all along, had somehow opened his eyes and was practicing with a sword-finger gesture.
Uncle, teach me again, I didn't catch the earlier part.
Cheng Yuanfeng:
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.
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."
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
