Bai Ran's body cracked with scales like roof tiles.
Its belly slowly split open!
A brilliant flash of white spiritual energy burst forth.
In that instant, everyone subconsciously shut their eyes.
"Could this be the transformation into a flood dragon?" Zi Yun shielded her eyes from the glow, surprise shimmering in them.
The blinding light subsided.
Everyone looked over.
In terms of appearance, a flood dragon and a dragon look very similar.
A long, slender white body, powerful and sinewy, with two horns atop its head—quite imposing to behold.
The students looked at each other, utterly baffled.
It looked impressive, sure... but it was way too small!
Little more than a hand’s span in size!
A Bai Ran that huge, like a small mountain, gave birth to such a tiny thing—the contrast was definitely jarring.
"This... is this really a flood dragon?" Ye Tian asked doubtfully.
The others also turned to An Yi with the same skepticism.
As a teacher, An Yi couldn't afford to lose face in front of his earnest and studious students.
He put on a calm demeanor and sighed: "Bai Ran is dead. Clearly, this white flood dragon is her child."
"I see... ah, what a pity."
"An Xiang, the mentor, really knows his stuff. I can't believe Bai Ran is just gone."
The students all looked regretful.
Zi Yun shot An Yi a glare: "She's not dead. This is Bai Ran after bloodline reconstruction!"
An Yi: "..."
Facing the doubtful gazes of the students, An Yi coughed lightly, his expression stern: "Did all the knowledge from class go to the dogs?! Can't you tell I was testing you?! All of you, back for special training!"
Immediately, a chorus of grumbling and complaints arose.
An Yi looked at Zi Yun: "So, did this Bai Ran succeed in bloodline reconstruction?"
Zi Yun nodded, a smile curving at the corners of her lips: "That's right."
"But... isn't it a bit too small?"
An Yi crouched down, poking the white flood dragon's head, raising an eyebrow.
Yan Kui stared at it for a few moments, picking his nose in disdain: "This little thing isn't even as big as my halberd!"
Hearing that, the male students all fell silent, looking at the white flood dragon that was barely over twenty centimeters long.
An Yi stood up, glancing back at Yan Kui.
Yeah, when that big dark-skinned guy comes back for special training, I'll make sure to give him extra attention. If he doesn't get a beating, he won't be happy.
Bloodline reconstruction.
For Bai Jiao, it was like being reborn.
Its cultivation level also reset to zero, leaving it looking quite frail.
Zi Yun held Bai Jiao in her small hands, seemingly communicating with it, then beamed at An Yi: "An Xiang, it says it wants to acknowledge you as its master."
Having originally been at peak sixth level, its intelligence was not low.
It was even capable of speech, though it hadn't yet learned the human language or practiced it systematically.
Upon hearing this, An Yi pinched Bai Jiao's head with two fingers, lifting it up in disdain: "What use would I have for such a tiny thing?"
"After bloodline reconstruction, its ceiling is a ninth-level spirit beast!" Zi Yun said seriously.
Ninth level?
This little thing?
An Yi was shocked and quickly changed his grip from pinching its head to cradling it in his palm.
A ninth-level demon beast—that was the Nascent Soul stage!
This little thing was special. Maybe it really could summon wind and rain after all.
"So when can it become a ninth-level demon beast?" An Yi asked.
Zi Yun pondered: "At least a thousand years or so."
An Yi: "..."
Forget it. I'll just treat it as a pet.
The idea of raising a beautiful girl seemed pretty nice too.
Apparently, in the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom, the secret technique of transformation could be reached at the fourth level.
And back on Earth, the Profound Domain's Hundred Ghost Gate could transform as early as the third level.
When that time comes... just thinking about it gets exciting.
"Say 'master' now."
Zi Yun flashed a charming smile.
A freshly bloodline-reconstructed beast had no self-defense ability, so having a powerful cultivator to protect it was undoubtedly a good thing.
Bai Jiao looked up at An Yi and let out a childish, awkward voice: "Master."
An Yi's smile froze.
He turned to Zi Yun: "It's male?"
Zi Yun nodded: "What about it?"
An Yi's mouth twitched.
Screw the beautiful girl raising plan!
"Great, but I'm afraid I have no fate with this white flood dragon," An Yi said with a sigh.
The special class students exploded at that.
Liu Yu, Yan Li, Zhang Qi, and the others swarmed forward, scrambling and pushing to grab it.
"An Xiang, give it to me! I'll take great care of it!"
"Me, me! I'll give you all my assets, five thousand gold coins!"
"An Xiang, pick me! My father is the grand general of the East Ling Empire. I can have you made an official!"
"An Xiang..."
"An Xiang, give it to me—I'll give you my innocence!"
Instantly, all the commotion died down as everyone stared in disbelief at Xu Qianqian.
That serious?
An Yi waved a hand: "Stop the nonsense. Let's give it to..."
The special class students' eyes filled with anticipation.
"Giving it to anyone wouldn't be fair. Oh, right... didn't you all have that spirit core competition before?" A smile appeared at the corner of An Yi's mouth.
Everyone seemed to catch on and pulled out their results.
"I've got 9 third-level spirit cores!"
"Tch, I've got 13!"
"Ha ha ha, I've got 15!"
"Damn, Houzi! How the hell did you manage to get 15?"
Xu Qianqian pulled out an exquisite pink pouch and emptied it, smiling sweetly: "I've got 22!"
Everyone gasped, looking at the young girl with the innocent face, their little witch.
Zhang Qi chuckled and pulled out a bulging bag of spirit cores at his waist: "Well then, I concede to you all. 25 third-level spirit cores."
Houzi looked confused, scratching his head: "But Big Brother Qi, you killed 23 third-level beasts in total, and only got 25 cores..."
Zhang Qi smirked darkly: "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."
Yan Kui picked his nose again, scoffing: "Qiansui got 27 third-level cores. And I got 28!"
The crowd was stunned.
Qiansui crossed her arms, huffing: "Ugh, so close."
Yan Kui grinned a simple, honest smile: "Ha ha ha, ladies and gentlemen, thanks for the win."
Liu Yu tossed down a bulging pouch, his expression proud: "Liu Yu, 30 third-level spirit cores."
The crowd was in shock.
"Damn, no wonder Liu Yu was charging deep into the Bone Dragon Mountain Range from the start!"
"No comparison now! Even Yan Kui and Qiansui teaming up to wipe out the wolf pack didn't get that many."
Liu Yu wore a smug grin.
It paid off crawling into that snake nest!
It had all the other students grinding their teeth in frustration.
"So then, I'll give it to Ye Tian!" An Yi said as he passed Bai Jiao to Ye Tian.
"Me?" Ye Tian was startled. "But I don't want—"
"Congratulations!" An Yi clapped his hands, leading the applause.
The special class students were dumbfounded but clapped along anyway.
"No wait, why him?!" Xu Qianqian was stunned too.
Could it be because of Ye Tian's impressive showing against Bai Mang earlier?
As the others looked at him with suspicion, Ye Tian finally took out a not-so-braggy pouch and tossed it over: "Ye Tian. 9 fourth-level spirit cores."
Instantly, gasps of cold air hissed through the special class.
Fourth-level cores—nine of them?!
This guy was fighting all fourth-level beasts?
How did he manage that?!
At the early or mid Spirit Condensation stage, going up against fourth-level beasts was still life-threatening.
This guy is insane!
Ye Tian's expression remained calm.
In truth, the three-tier demon beasts he had hunted were even more numerous than the four-tier ones.
The main reason was that he was worried the cloth sack wouldn't hold them all, so he simply didn't bring them.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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!
