The fine drizzle had stopped.
The night was deep and silent.
An Yi's large hand rested gently on Long Aoxue's slender waist beside him. Both were fast asleep.
Then, a chill surged.
An Yi's eyes snapped open.
Bang!
The window shattered!
Fragments of the window frame, splinters of wood flew everywhere.
A massive arrow tore through the window, carrying a cold, sharp edge, aimed straight at An Yi on the bed.
Crack!
An Yi rose swiftly, reaching out with two fingers to firmly catch the giant arrow!
The feathers at the arrow's tail still quivered and shook.
"No way!"
In the distant woods outside the window.
Perched on a branch, a man holding a massive crossbow was stunned. He nocked another arrow, aiming at An Yi through the window.
"Return to the storage space!"
An Yi said.
Long Aoxue, now awake, quickly transformed into a streak of light and dove into An Yi's body.
"Let's see you block this!"
The man in the dense forest squinted one eye, channeling golden spiritual energy into the arrow.
A powerful golden glow flashed, and it shot into An Yi's room like a streak of light.
Thud!
A booming impact, the overwhelming force of spiritual energy shook all four walls of the room, shattering the window frame into fragments!
The man grinned, a smug smile on his face.
This archery skill was a family secret... Wait, something was wrong!
In an instant.
The broken tip of the arrow came whistling back, a piercing sound tearing through the air!
The man scrambled to raise his heavy crossbow to defend himself, but it was too late.
In a flash, the arrowhead pierced his arm, the sharp edge tearing through his chest. The force didn't stop, dragging his body and nailing him to the tree trunk!
Thud!
Leaves rained down from the tree!
Blood dripped from the corner of the man's mouth. His hand went limp, and the heavy crossbow fell.
"Ghost Crossbow is dead!"
A terrified voice sounded in the darkness.
The assassins hiding in the dense forest felt a chill crawl down their spines.
Ghost Crossbow was an early Celestial Realm spiritual master!
By the standards of Qi City, he was a well-known expert. And he died so abruptly!
They hadn't even seen anyone!
Just how strong was that guy called Wang Mazi?
In that moment, the hidden spiritual masters panicked.
They had all come for the high bounty from Qi Zun, but this guy was so troublesome they might end up dead themselves.
"Blade Brother, do we keep going?" someone asked, already feeling the urge to retreat.
"As long as we kill him, we criminals can latch onto the city lord's mansion! No more hiding!"
The man called Blade Brother licked his lips, a bloodthirsty grin spreading across his face.
Just thinking about committing crimes with the city lord's protection made his blood boil with excitement.
A little risk like this was nothing!
"That's what I think too."
Another voice rang out.
"Heh, fortune favors the bold..."
Blade Brother started, but suddenly realized the voice was wrong.
"Who's there!"
The moment Blade Brother turned around, his pupils shrank.
A man with an utterly ordinary, even slightly ugly face, was holding a blood-red dagger.
Blood dripped from the blade, gruesome and terrifying.
"Ahao, Big Bull... they..."
Blade Brother's spine went cold, an unspeakable chill washing over him from head to toe.
These five men—all late Spirit Gathering Realm or peak Spirit Gathering Realm spiritual masters—had been killed so casually!
This guy... a demon!
"So weak!"
An Yi held the blood-red Soul-Less Dagger.
A bunch of weaklings. They sent assassins with this little strength?
"Die!"
Blade Brother steadied himself, raising a large blade to strike fiercely.
The slash was fierce and ruthless!
Green wood spiritual energy glowed around the blade, adding weight and power.
Tear!
The dagger sliced across his throat.
An Yi pulled back his hand, calmly ending Blade Brother's life.
Thud!
Blade Brother's body collapsed. His eyes, wide open in disbelief, stared at An Yi.
He had been one of Qi City's most vicious criminals, with countless lives on his hands.
Never had he imagined he would die so disgracefully.
"Early Celestial Realm spiritual master... damn it!"
An Yi frowned slightly, spreading his shadow wings and rushing back toward the inn.
Ye Tian, even with his protagonist aura, was just an early Spirit Gathering Realm spiritual master. No matter how talented, he couldn't bridge that gap in power!
If the enemy sent a killer of that level, the consequences could be...
The Panlong Halberd was wreathed in azure flames.
Ye Tian was covered in wounds, gripping the halberd, his gaze icy cold.
Across from him, Qi Zun wasn't faring much better.
A long halberd had pierced his waist, blood flowing freely.
If not for blood-clotting medicine, he would have already bled to death.
More than twenty black-clad assassins were either dead or wounded—none still standing.
Qi Zun's eyes were cold and sharp.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that this kid, at the Spirit Gathering Realm, could crush him so completely! And also kill over twenty Qi Refining and Spirit Gathering Realm spiritual masters!
How was he doing this?
As he caught sight of a graceful red dress in the distance, a smile tugged at Qi Zun's lips. "Kid, I admit you're strong. But my reinforcements are here!"
With that, Qi Zun gripped his spear and said loudly, "Two, I need your help!"
From the darkness, two middle-aged men in black robes slowly stepped forward.
The aura they revealed marked them both as early Celestial Realm martial artists!
"Take him down!"
Qi Zun commanded coldly.
These two were experts from the city lord's mansion—no ordinary martial artist could match them.
"Yes!"
The two black-robed men charged.
Ye Tian remained calm under pressure, the Panlong Halberd shimmering with blue flames.
Suddenly, the flames on the ground formed a star map formation!
Bursts of fire rose, scattered like stars.
The two early Celestial Realm spiritual masters were caught off guard, their black robes torn by the sharp azure fire, leaving them battered.
"Be careful, both of you! This fire is weird!"
Qi Zun warned.
Earlier, he had been pushed back by this very flame, solid and relentless.
"Hmph, just a cheap trick!"
One of the black-robed spiritual masters, an early Celestial Realm expert, wiped blood from his face with disdain.
The other black-robed martial artist had already lunged forward.
Ye Tian gasped for breath, gripping the Panlong Halberd with a roar.
Whoosh!
A flying knife tore through the air with a piercing sound!
"An ambush!"
The black-robed spiritual master ahead shouted in alarm.
He dodged with all his might, but the blade still grazed his throat, leaving a thin red line.
He nervously touched his neck.
Good, just a surface wound...
Thud!
The black-robed spiritual master dropped dead on the spot.
"Old Yan!"
The other black-robed spiritual master was stunned.
The blade hadn't even cut his throat—how did he die?
Ye Tian let out a slow breath.
From the technique, he knew it was An Yi.
"Come out, you coward!"
The surviving black-robed spiritual master roared in anger, drawing his longsword.
Whoosh!
Another piercing sound—another flying knife!
It went straight through his forehead, leaving a spray of blood!
This black-robed spiritual master followed the first into death.
"Who!?"
Qi Zun screamed in panic, his voice trembling.
His body trembled like a sieve, an indescribable terror overwhelming him.
These were two Heavenly Sinew Stage cultivators, after all!
“I am Wang Maji!”
In the darkness, the figure wreathed in crimson flames stepped forward with calm and ease!
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.
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Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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