"Oh, so you know me."
An Yi grinned, revealing a smile.
Ghost Bear's expression drastically changed.
In the entire Hundred Ghosts Sect, who didn't know the great name of the Night Emperor, An Yi?
At present, several among the Hundred Ghosts had already been slain by An Yi.
"I'll fight you to the death!"
Ghost Bear roared, wielding his broadsword and slashing at An Yi.
Clang!
The Dragon Fang Magic Sword in An Yi's hand firmly caught the serrated edge of the broadsword.
Ghost Bear exerted force but couldn't break free.
Instead, because the serrated edge was stuck, he couldn't pull the sword back.
Instantly, Ghost Bear made a prompt decision, abandoning his sword to flee for his life.
Looking at Ghost Bear's retreating back, An Yi raised an eyebrow.
This guy... actually turned his back to him?
An Yi swung his sword, unleashing a black sword gleam that looked like bloody residue!
The first stance of the Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords, Parting Sorrow, with a 150% damage bonus, slashed toward Ghost Bear's back as if tearing through the night sky.
Life and death were decided in an instant.
Ghost Bear already knew he was done for.
He couldn't dodge it at all!
Slash!
Blood bloomed and splattered out!
Ghost Bear's massive body fell to the ground with a thud.
Severely injured in a single strike!
He struggled to get up.
At this moment, a black sword blade silently appeared and slit across his neck.
The fifth stance of the Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords—Autumn Scar!
"Taken care of!"
An Yi flicked the blood off his longsword.
The Dragon Fang Magic Sword shimmered with a restrained, demonic light in the dark night, transforming back into a black ring and returning to his finger.
"So, so powerful!"
Xiao Xiao was dumbfounded.
She was already at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, but in front of An Yi, she felt an unprecedented pressure.
This pressure was even more terrifying than what she felt from her master!
Just what level of strength did An Yi possess now!
Jiang Cheng looked indifferent, with no expression on his face, but his fists were tightly clenched, his nails digging into his palms and seeping blood.
The once unrivaled number one on the Hidden Dragon Ranking now looked like a complete joke.
Not to mention the likes of An Yi and Lin Chen, he probably couldn't even compare to Fang Jueming or Mo Jiu now!
"Little brother, what brilliant swordplay. From which sect do you learn?"
Master Yuan Yi said with a chuckle.
An Yi extracted a spirit core from Ghost Bear's body and said modestly, "They are just some second-rate sword techniques I figured out blindly on my own."
A hint of understanding appeared in Master Yuan Yi's eyes.
He had lived for three hundred years.
He had seen all kinds of sword techniques within the borders of Great Xia, but he was completely unfamiliar with the sword moves An Yi had displayed.
This kid was also full of secrets!
Looking at Ghost Bear, whose corpse had reverted to that of a giant brown bear, Fang Jueming sighed a little; he had wanted to give it a try too.
Master Yuan Yi said in a deep voice, "The Hundred Ghosts Sect has mobilized quite a few people this time. Everyone, be careful."
An Yi said lightly, "The grudge with the Hundred Ghosts Sect was forged long ago. If they want to fight, then let's fight."
"It is getting late. Everyone, rest early. The Martial Arts Conference will be held tomorrow afternoon, and this poor monk will await your esteemed presence at the Heavenly Dragon Temple."
Master Yuan Yi said, and with his hands behind his back, he slowly departed.
"See you tomorrow then."
An Yi tossed his Lamborghini car keys and said, "Let's go, Little Ming."
"An Yi..."
Xiao Xiao looked at An Yi's back and couldn't help but call out.
An Yi turned back in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"You, I mean, those girls..."
Xiao Xiao stammered a bit, not knowing how to describe it for a moment.
"It's true."
An Yi said with a light chuckle.
Xiao Xiao was instantly left a mess in the wind.
Watching An Yi take Fang Jueming and drive off in the Lamborghini, staring at the receding taillights, she stomped her foot in anger: "Scumbag!"
...
At four in the morning, the sky was still shrouded in darkness.
The period just before dawn was the quietest time in the city.
The entire city was silent.
Nie Qinglan lay in bed, sleeping soundly.
Next to her bed was a cute plush toy made to look like An Yi.
Tap!
The faint sound of footsteps could be heard.
A figure was walking, but bizarrely, he was walking upright on the wall, stepping closer to Nie Qinglan's window.
"Fragrant, such a fragrant scent..."
The man raised his head, and a distant streetlamp faintly illuminated his face.
Shockingly, there were four eyes on his forehead, making him look exceptionally eerie.
The law of the jungle was the rule of nature.
This also applied to demonic beasts.
Besides innate cultivation, plundering through the food chain was also a way to increase one's strength.
Powerful bloodlines held a fatal attraction for demonic beasts.
And right now, the aura emanating from the girl in the room was exceptionally tempting.
"I never would have thought that there would actually be such a powerful bloodline among humans."
The man grinned, revealing a smile.
Swish!
Before he could even step onto the window, a dart pierced right through his heart!
The man instantly fell to the ground, struggling, as pitch-black spider legs emerged from his back.
His upper half was still human, but his lower half had become a giant spider, looking incredibly terrifying.
"Ah! Ah!"
The man struggled, his face showing extreme pain.
Cough!
He coughed, and bloody froth spilled from the corners of his mouth.
What kind of potent poison was this, that even his physique as a level-five demonic beast could not withstand it?
"I, I..."
The man's face turned deathly pale, then gradually morphed into an ashen blue, his whole body turning freezing cold.
Following that, he collapsed onto the ground with a thud and never got up again.
His entire body transformed into a massive spider.
Whoosh!
In the night sky, several figures broke through the darkness and appeared in the residential area's flowerbed. They took the spider man's corpse away and vanished back into the night.
The entire process was completely silent.
Even the blood on the ground was wiped completely clean.
Inside the room, Nie Qinglan lay with her eyes open.
There was no fear, no terror. She was so calm that even she found it unbelievable.
This night, countless bizarre and supernatural events were happening silently.
...
Heavenly Dragon Temple.
In a coastal city, located on the main peak of Heavenly Dragon Mountain.
It was separated from Jiangbei City by the distance of an entire province.
A Tesla sped past on the road.
The person driving was the cold and stern-faced Lin Chen, with An Yi in the passenger seat.
In the back were a one-eyed black dog and Fang Jueming.
"Chen Bing and Bai Xiu have already arrived. If we hurry, we might be able to make it before twelve o'clock,"
Lin Chen glanced at the time and said, deep in thought.
An Yi scrolled through his phone out of boredom and yawned, "It's fine if we're late. Making a grand finale entrance has more of a vibe."
Unlike the last Martial Arts Conference, the Asura Sect was now a top-tier faction in Great Xia.
An Yi felt it was necessary to maintain his aura as a titan.
Lin Chen cast a sideways glance at him.
This guy really thought of himself as a big shot.
"A large number of people from the Hundred Ghosts Sect have already invaded major cities across Great Xia,"
Lin Chen said in a deep voice.
Just last night, over the span of a single night, multiple assault incidents had broken out within the borders of Great Xia.
The Law Enforcement Bureau, the Pantheon, the Daoist League, the Heavenly Dragon Temple.
Various forces had mobilized together just to suppress the situation.
An Yi said lightly, "I know. Aren't we holding the Martial Arts Conference exactly to discuss this matter?"
Hongtian said excitedly, "How many are there, how many? Don't forget my three hundred and twenty-five spirit cores."
Fang Jueming corrected, "It's three hundred and twenty-six!"
An Yi broke into a smile. "Enough to stuff you to death!"
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!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
