Hundred Ghosts Sect.
The corpse of Hei Geng lay in the center of the main hall.
The many martial artists of the Hundred Ghosts Sect all wore panicked expressions, not daring to speak.
Old Hei, I never thought you would die so suddenly one day.
Bi Jia looked at the body and let out a soft sigh, his narrow, sinister eyes filled with sorrow.
Over a hundred years as brothers, and just like that, you're gone.
No matter how cold-blooded and ruthless Bi Jia was, he couldn't suppress his own fury.
Lin Chen...
Bi Jia's eyes turned icy, murderous intent spreading.
Everyone from the Hundred Ghosts Sect in the entire hall trembled with fear.
Hear my order! All members of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, assemble! We head to Huangcheng!
Yes!
Azure Pavilion.
What's going on? Lin Chen killed the demon hall master of the Hundred Ghosts Sect!
Su Xue'er asked, her face pale.
She was among the last batch of martial artists assembled for the Asura Sect.
Having traveled the immortal sects for so long, she naturally knew how terrifying the Hundred Ghosts Sect's power was.
Mu Qingyi said gravely, "That's not even the biggest problem. Right now, An Yi has won the championship!"
News doesn't travel that fast among the immortal sects.
But the news that a minotaur had overpowered many top young masters in the Heavenly Palace battle and taken the crown had also reached the Azure Pavilion.
Shen Muxuan, standing nearby, blinked her large eyes and suddenly thought of something, panicking, "Then, then will An Yi become the Heavenly Palace Mistress's husband! Wasn't he just going to cause trouble?!"
Mu Qingyi helplessly massaged her temples, suppressing her anger.
The Heavenly Palace had designated the Asura Sect for elimination.
The original plan was for An Yi and the others to gather intelligence on the front lines. Who would have thought he'd end up getting himself entangled like this.
Tu Yiyi said angrily, "This can't be! An Yi promised to marry me, how can he marry someone else!"
Mu Qingyi, standing nearby, glanced slightly at the still-young Tu Yiyi, who was probably only fifteen.
Tsk tsk, An Yi is really playing with fire!
Tang Qingqing gritted her teeth, saying darkly, "Should we go to Huangcheng? I've just refined about twenty new poisons recently."
That bastard Xiao Yike dragged her boyfriend away again!
This time, she was going to poison that guy to death!
Wang Yue swayed her alluring figure, pondering, "Pavilion Master, about us..."
"How is the assembly of Asura Sect personnel?" Mu Qingyi asked Kim Jung-ho next to Wang Yue.
Kim Jung-ho quickly replied, "The second team, three hundred and twenty-seven people, have all assembled."
Hearing this, Mu Qingyi fell into deep thought.
The Asura Sect now had close to eight hundred members.
Combined with the martial artists from the Azure Pavilion, this was already a considerable fighting force.
Mu Qingyi took a deep breath and said solemnly, "We head to Huangcheng!"
"Qianqian, what's your current strength level?"
An Yi, riding on a horned horse, asked curiously.
The horned horse's head was freshly bald.
That's right, it was precisely the royal carriage horse that Xu Kang had used to take him to the Heavenly Palace.
When An Yi was making his escape, he saw it, accidentally broke its harness lock, and... borrowed it.
Shangguan Qianqian's voice was somewhat unnatural as she softly said, "Early Soul Gathering stage."
She wasn't quite used to being held by An Yi while riding a horse.
Accustomed to being aloof and proud, she felt this delicate, dependent posture didn't suit her.
"What! You're already at the early Soul Gathering stage?!"
An Yi was astonished.
A few days apart, and how had this girl leveled up even more terrifyingly than him and Lin Chen? It made no sense!
Shangguan Qianqian said gravely, her voice cold, "That woman wanted to use me as her replacement vessel. All this time, she's been force-feeding me heavenly and earthly treasures for cultivation. My spiritual power isn't solid."
For martial artists cultivating inner energy, the Void Realm peak was the ceiling, impossible to advance beyond.
Cultivating spiritual power, however, was a different power system, another form of strength enhancement.
The Void Realm peak was roughly equivalent to the peak of the Soul Gathering stage for spirit cultivators.
If one didn't break through to the Heavenly Astral stage, the actual increase in strength wasn't as dramatic as imagined.
But breaking through to the Heavenly Astral stage meant a qualitative transformation in power!
"Hmph."
An Yi, hearing this, showed a cold smile.
Trying to seize Qianqian's body? That vicious woman is dead.
"An Yi, the current Heavenly Palace is closely connected to the mortal world..."
Shangguan Qianqian spoke up, her voice distant.
In her previous life.
The opening of the barrier was a calamity for the mortal world.
The Great Xia Pantheon, the Enforcement Bureau, the Dragon Temple, the Dao Alliance, and the Asura Sect paid an extremely heavy price to force the immortal sect martial artists back.
An Yi pondered, "That guy named... Long Aotian, has strength to rival Murong Qinghong?"
Shangguan Qianqian said slowly, "Perhaps Long Aoyun's strength is above Murong Qinghong's!"
Hearing this, An Yi drew a sharp breath.
He had originally thought about going back to spar with that show-off named Long, but now it seemed he might not necessarily be his match.
He wasn't too confident about defeating Murong Qinghong either.
After all, she was the Mistress of the Heavenly Palace, her strength unfathomable!
Otherwise, when An Yi entered her palace tonight, he would have just killed her directly, no need for all this trouble.
And if Long Aoyun's strength was above Murong Qinghong's, it was somewhat unbelievable.
Thinking of this, An Yi couldn't help but glance at the sleeping Long Aoxue in his storage space.
Why was his dragon girl so... weak then?
"Right now, we wait for the Heavenly Palace and the Murong family to fight, let them finish each other off, then we reap the rewards."
An Yi said with a light laugh.
These eight hundred Asura Sect members in the immortal sects are the main force!
"I don't think the Murong family is a match for the Heavenly Palace," Shangguan Qianqian said worriedly.
An Yi asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"Murong Qinghong has a Golden Armor Guard! That's her real trump card! The entire unit has over three hundred people, all at the Void Realm!" Shangguan said gravely.
During the time she was controlled by Murong Qinghong, she understood clearly just how terrifying the Heavenly Palace's strength was.
An Yi raised an eyebrow, unable to hide his shock.
To him now, the Void Realm was almost equivalent to weaklings.
But that didn't mean the Void Realm was common in the immortal sects!
Take the Heavenly Profound Sect, a top-tier immortal sect. Counting the sect master, the eight great elders, and the young master, they had barely over fifty Void Realm martial artists!
Sects like the Azure Pavilion, a second-rate sect, had only about a dozen Void Realm martial artists overall, not even a single peak Void Realm martial artist.
A Golden Armor Guard composed of three hundred Void Realm martial artists.
It was simply unbelievable!
"A centipede dies but never falls down. Despite several setbacks, one must admit the Heavenly Palace remains the strongest force in the immortal sects!"
Shangguan Qianqian sighed softly and said solemnly.
She was almost certain.
For the Heavenly Palace to annihilate the Murong family wouldn't be much of a challenge!
"Forget it, we'll play it by ear. For now, our Asura Sect isn't her primary target."
An Yi thought out loud.
Murong Qinghong wants to kill the Minotaur Chen, what does that have to do with him, An Yi!
The sound of the horned horse's hooves echoed on the street.
Shangguan Qianqian's jade-like fingers rubbed the pendant on her snow-white neck, her expression distant.
"What exactly is this pendant?"
An Yi looked at the pendant engraved with the character 'Cheng' and asked curiously.
"It's a keepsake from my mother. I only found out recently..."
Shangguan Qianqian said softly.
In the immortal sects, this was a type of love token between couples.
The man and woman would engrave each other's surname on a pendant. This was the only keepsake her mother left behind.
An Yi chuckled lightly, "I know an old man, also surnamed Cheng. He's sort of half a master to me, though he only taught me for a few minutes."
Shangguan Qianqian asked flatly, "What's his name?"
Raising an eyebrow in thought, An Yi said, "Seems like it was Cheng Yuanfeng!"
Suddenly, Shangguan Qianqian's slender fingers, which had been polishing the pendant, came to a halt.
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.”
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!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.
