In the night sky.
A streak of black light flickered, speeding past the clouds!
A pair of magnificent and exaggerated shadow wings remained exceptionally eye-catching in the dark, drawing exclamations and shouts from countless people.
But at this moment, An Yi had no time to care about that. The wings behind his back vibrated, and his speed increased to another level.
Strong winds howled past his ears, and the surrounding scenery rapidly changed!
But even so, traveling from Jiangbei City to Yunzhou City was not something he could accomplish in a short time.
Thud!
An Yi retracted his wings and suddenly landed on the roof of the apartment building, smashing a web of cracks into the surface.
He had arrived!
Looking down at the bloody scent mixed with gunfire, An Yi was slightly stunned.
The ground was covered with the mutilated corpses of demonic beasts, and blood flowed like a river.
Just what exactly happened here!
It's An Yi!
The sect master of the Asura Sect!
The moment An Yi appeared.
The men in gray below had already surrounded him. Guns were aimed at him, and fingers were ready to pull the triggers.
Stop!
An aura full of majesty swept over.
Upon hearing this, the members of the Ghost Eagle organization put away their firearms.
An Yi's eyes turned slightly cold as he looked at the person who spoke. Boss Nie... what happened to Qinglan!
Heh, you want to marry my daughter, but you won't even call me Uncle?
Nie Chengwen looked at him with a deep voice, slowly walking forward while carrying Nie Qinglan.
Bastard!
An Yi leaped down from the roof, his eyes icy.
With his max-level medical skills, how could he not tell that Nie Qinglan had been poisoned!
Nie Chengwen said slowly, You should be able to cure this poison, right.
An Yi was slightly stunned.
It seemed he had misunderstood something. Was it not Boss Nie who poisoned her?
An Yi...
Nie Qinglan's consciousness was blurry, but she still murmured An Yi's name.
Nie Chengwen held Nie Qinglan's body and handed her over. An Yi hurriedly reached out to take her.
This...
An Yi opened his mouth, full of questions.
He could tell that a great battle had taken place here.
These corpses seemed to belong to the Hundred Ghosts Sect.
Nie Chengwen looked at the unconscious Nie Qinglan and said quietly, Take good care of Qinglan.
After handing Nie Qinglan to An Yi, he slowly turned around.
The martial artists of the Ghost Eagle stood with serious expressions, waiting quietly.
An Yi!
Nie Chengwen spoke again. After a few seconds of silence, he parted his lips and said slowly, If I don't come back, the Ghost Eagle organization will be inherited by Nie Qinglan!
Where are you going?
An Yi couldn't help but ask.
Nie Chengwen did not answer him. Instead, he led the Ghost Eagle members and strode away.
His back looked majestic, yet carried an indescribable sense of desolation.
Dad...
The unconscious Nie Qinglan murmured softly, her fair hand tightly gripping the hem of An Yi's clothes.
...
Profound Realm.
Inside a grand yet gloomy and cold palace.
Nie Xuan held a giant bowl, greedily gulping down the blood inside.
Bang!
The giant bowl was thrown out, smashing hard against the wall and shattering into pieces.
Not enough, it's still not enough!
Blood-red colors surfaced in Nie Xuan's eyes, and his arms trembled.
At this moment, his face was terrifyingly aged.
Even pure blood could not stop the speed of his aging.
Mo Gu's eyes dimmed slightly as he waved his hand.
Then, two demonic beast women of the Fox clan, each carrying a giant bowl, walked over nervously.
What do I need this foul-smelling blood for!
Nie Xuan roared, waving his sleeve!
The giant bowls burst!
Following that, a shrill scream echoed.
Mo Gu revealed a look of pity and slowly closed his eyes.
The lights in the hall flickered as the corpses of the two Fox clan women were thrown out.
Nie Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes sinister.
Having entered his twilight years, every day he lived brought him one step closer to death.
He didn't want to die!
He had finally waited for the seal to break on its own. He still had a great world to enjoy, so how could he die of old age in this place.
Looking exhausted, Nie Xuan sat down on his seat and asked slowly, How is the matter with that little girl Nie Qinglan being handled?
Mo Gu bowed slightly. Shanwan and the others have already gone to capture her.
Do not let any more problems arise.
Nie Xuan opened his eyes and said coldly.
Mo Gu pondered and said, We have already dispatched troops to keep an eye on Nie Chengwen. By Nie Qinglan's side, there are only some lackeys standing guard.
That is good...
Nie Xuan closed his eyes.
He had not obtained the Golden Sarira, and the strange power within Zhang Fan and An Yi could not be acquired for the time being either.
He could only pin his hopes of immortality on his bloodline.
This was his final chess piece!
Nie Xuan waved his hand. Step down.
Looking at the now sleeping Nie Xuan.
Mo Gu retreated, looked at the servants, and instructed, The sect master has fallen asleep. No one is to disturb him.
Yes!
The servants replied respectfully in low voices, feeling a chill in their hearts as they looked at the two dead Fox clan women on the ground.
...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of gunfire rang out.
Not knowing how many days he had slept.
Nie Chengwen opened his eyes again and shouted sternly, What is going on!
Creak!
The main doors opened.
Your Highness! This is bad!
A demonic beast with a turtle shell on its back shouted in panic.
Bang!
A deafening gunshot rang out.
The turtle demonic beast fell down, its head blown to pieces and still smoking.
Old man, long time no see.
Nie Chengwen, holding a silver pistol, said coldly.
Heh, my good son, you want to make a move against your father?
The moment he saw Nie Chengwen, Nie Xuan's eyes turned cold. He laughed out of extreme anger, his wrinkled face exuding an icy chill.
Putting away the silver gun, Nie Chengwen stepped over the headless corpse of the turtle demonic beast and walked over.
His black boots trampled on the cold ground, echoing with a hollow sound.
After so many years without seeing each other, you have aged a lot.
A smile formed at the corners of Nie Chengwen's mouth.
Holding onto the armrests, Nie Xuan slowly stood up and said with icy eyes, I shouldn't have given birth to you back then!
Interesting. Back then, you killed my mother with your own hands. Killing another son doesn't seem to be a difficult task for you either, right.
Sharp murderous intent surfaced in Nie Chengwen's eyes. If I hadn't escaped the Profound Realm, I'm afraid I would have been killed by you long ago.
Hahaha, interesting, interesting!
Nie Xuan let out a hoarse and unpleasant laugh, playfulness appearing in his cloudy eyes. To kill your own father for your daughter, should I call you great, or should I call you unfilial?
What does filial piety have to do with this? Nie Xuan, you are not qualified to be a father!
Nie Chengwen raised his gun and said leisurely, I have already sealed the main hall. Your subordinates cannot get in. Here, there is only you and me. It's time to settle this!
Brilliant fire erupted from the muzzle, and a golden bullet tore through the air, hurtling toward him.
Nie Xuan's eyes turned solemn. His slightly hunched figure actually looked incredibly oppressive at this moment.
He slowly raised his hand.
His speed didn't seem fast, yet in an instant, he caught the flying bullet.
This is the little toy you've been tinkering with in the secular world?
Nie Xuan opened his fist.
The bullet fell to the ground, making a crisp clinking sound.
Nie Chengwen suddenly moved. His black windbreaker fluttered as his erratic figure charged toward Nie Xuan.
Swish!
Four steel-like bone claws slashed over!
Nie Xuan opened his hand and grabbed Nie Chengwen's bone claws.
The sharp edges sliced open his palm, and blood dripped down.
"I was going to kill you eventually. I just didn't expect you to attack when I was at my absolute weakest. You picked a good time."
Gripping Nie Chengwen's bone claw as if entirely impervious to pain, Nie Xuan said nonchalantly, "But do you really think you are a match for me?"
"How will I know if I don't try!"
A cold glint flashed in Nie Chengwen's eyes as he violently swung his bone claw down.
Crack!
A hand was severed!
Blood sprayed into the air.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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."
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.”
