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:
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
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.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
