“Sir, I’m counting on you to take care of my daughter.”
At the entrance of the City Lord’s Manor.
A middle-aged man smiled obsequiously as he reluctantly slipped a gold note he had been clutching for a long time into the hands of the guard captain.
The girl beside him looked timid and frightened.
A gold note worth a thousand gold coins was an enormous sum for their small family.
But to be chosen as a divine consort, they were willing to gamble everything.
After all, this concerned the entire family’s future. The odds were slim, but there was still a chance.
The captain glanced at the gold note in his hand, accepted it without expression, and said indifferently, “Fine. I’ll be sure to put in a good word for you before the archbishop.”
The middle-aged man grinned. “Heh heh, wonderful. With your word, I can rest easy. Meimei, hurry up and thank the captain.”
The girl called Meimei was somewhat bashful. In a soft voice, she said, “Th-thank you, Captain.”
“Once you’re inside, perform well. And whatever you do, don’t anger the archbishop.”
The captain swept a cold glance over the girl.
“Yes, yes, of course. Don’t worry—Meimei isn’t some uncultured brat.”
The middle-aged man remained utterly respectful. Then he turned to his daughter and said seriously, “You must perform well. Whether our family can rise to prominence depends entirely on you.”
Meimei was nervous, but she nodded solemnly.
Watching the middle-aged man’s retreating back, the captain felt the gold note in his robes and sneered with contempt.
“Idiot.”
He had seen plenty of people like this—delusional fools hoping to rise from sparrow to phoenix. This was the third one today.
Then he glanced at Meimei again.
“Move, swine.”
Meimei froze. A trace of panic rose in her heart.
She entered the City Lord’s Manor and came before a magnificent palace.
It was a place Qi Hong had specifically built to receive distinguished guests. Under normal circumstances, even he did not live there.
“Get inside.”
The captain roughly shoved Meimei through the door and casually shut it behind her.
The sound of the door closing made Meimei’s heart tremble.
The room was pitch-black. Then, one by one, lights appeared, their pale-yellow glow illuminating a faintly aged face that seemed to flicker between light and shadow.
“Archbishop!”
Meimei hurriedly fell to her knees. Her delicate body trembled, and she kept her head lowered, not daring to meet Wu Huan’s eyes.
“Raise your head. Let me have a look at you!”
Wu Huan’s voice carried a hint of impatience.
Meimei did not dare delay. She quickly lifted her head.
After studying her pretty, delicate features, Wu Huan nodded.
“This one will do. Take off your clothes.”
“W-what...?”
Meimei stared at him in shock, wondering if she had heard incorrectly.
Why did she have to take off her clothes?
Wasn’t she here to be chosen as a divine consort?
“Are you deaf?”
Wu Huan fixed her with a cold stare, and a tremendous aura crashed down upon her.
Meimei’s body shuddered. Tears filled her eyes as she gritted her teeth and began unfastening her dress.
“Not bad. You smell quite fragrant...”
Wu Huan slowly said as he reached out with a large hand and wrapped it around the girl’s smooth waist, breathing in greedily.
By now, how could Meimei not understand what was happening?
She resigned herself to her fate and slowly closed her eyes. Suddenly, as though she had seen something, her eyes filled with terror.
In the corner lay several naked female corpses. Beneath the dim light, their pale skin, stained with blood, appeared all the more terrifying.
“Th-this... Let me go! Let me out of here!”
A horrified scream rang through the room.
Much later.
Wu Huan slowly put on his clothes and stood up. At his feet lay the naked body of a girl who had been strangled to death.
Knock, knock!
A knock sounded at the door.
“Enter.”
Wu Huan spoke slowly.
The door opened, and a man clad from head to toe in golden armor walked inside.
“Reporting to the archbishop,” the golden-armored soldier said in a deep, muffled voice. “We have found two girls: Second Miss Xu, Xu Qianqian, and Eldest Miss Qian, Qiansui.”
He continued, “Our examination shows that both possess top-grade spiritual meridians.”
“Is that so? Then hurry and bring them here!”
Joy appeared in Wu Huan’s eyes.
He had devoured the blood of so many girls, most of whom had been ordinary people. Those possessing top-grade spiritual meridians were truly rare.
The golden-armored soldier slowly replied, “Yes!”
By now, night had fallen.
A bright full moon hung in the eastern sky, its silvery light shrouding the world like gauze.
Everything was tranquil.
Suddenly, shadowy figures leaped across the rooftops of the City Lord’s Manor. Their silhouettes were outlined by the moonlight as they darted from place to place.
“Find Qiansui and Qianqian first. The rest of you, keep a close eye on the guards outside! Follow the original plan, and whatever you do, don’t expose yourselves!”
Ye Tian looked at everyone from the special recruitment class and spoke in a solemn voice.
These people were all proud and headstrong, a group of reckless youths who feared nothing. They might not yet understand what it meant to attack the Spirit God Cult.
Even if the plan failed, he had to ensure that everyone made it out safely.
“Don’t worry. Nothing will go wrong,” Houzi said seriously.
There had originally been forty-two students in the special recruitment class. Excluding Qiansui and Xu Qianqian, who had been kidnapped, forty remained, and all of them were here now.
Sixteen guards would patrol the outside, each keeping watch over one of the enemy guards.
Several others would monitor the City Lord’s Manor’s city guards to prevent them from interfering.
The rest would be divided into two groups: one to keep watch over Wu Huan’s residence, and the other to search for Xu Qianqian and Qiansui.
“If you’re exposed, blow your whistle immediately. We’ll come support you! Your safety comes first!”
Ye Tian held the whistle in his hand and spoke sternly.
After all, these were inexperienced youths who had not yet seen much of the world. Tonight’s confrontation with the Spirit God Cult could very well cost them their lives.
“Since when did you become so long-winded?”
Zhang Qi sighed before saying seriously, “We’ll follow the plan and be careful.”
Liu Yu’s voice was low and grim. “These bastards dared to kidnap our people. They’re dead.”
Yan Kui’s tears and snot flowed freely.
“Qiansui... my Qiansui!”
“Shh! Keep your voice down!”
“Old Black, calm down!”
The night was silent.
Ye Tian came alone to the rear of Wu Huan’s residence.
He was not entirely confident about tonight’s operation. He did not know whether his ultimate attack would have any effect on Wu Huan, a man who had already reached the half-step Nirvana realm.
A red glow flickered.
A woman in a red palace dress approached slowly on bare feet.
“Sister Honglian, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you this time.”
Ye Tian looked at the woman hovering in the sky and spoke slowly.
Hong Lian gazed at Ye Tian and said quietly, “With your current strength, this is far too dangerous... Forget it. I’ll do everything I can to help you.”
As she spoke, her figure dispersed and vanished into thin air.
A cold breeze swept past.
Wu Huan sat wearily in a chair.
On the floor lay Meimei, who had already been strangled to death. Her eyes bulged from their sockets, and her corpse had withered into a dried husk. It had not yet been disposed of.
“Top-grade spiritual meridians... It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted one.”
Wu Huan spoke sinisterly, a look of anticipation appearing in his eyes.
The selection of a divine consort was nothing more than a pretense.
He had traveled thousands of miles to a country like the Dongling Empire simply to distance himself from the Spirit God Cult’s eyes while using its authority as a shield to do whatever he pleased throughout the various nations.
He needed the blood of young women.
He needed it desperately!
He had been stuck at the half-step Nirvana realm, only one step away from breaking through. Yet that final step had trapped him for more than thirty years.
His remaining lifespan was running out, leaving him no choice but to learn and master a brutal secret technique to force his way into the Nirvana Stage!
Only by breaking through to the Nirvana Stage could he take part in the contest among the strongest cultivators on this continent!
“Why hasn’t she arrived yet?”
Wu Huan clenched his fists and spoke in a low voice.
Creak!
Just then, the door opened.
A woman dressed in red entered with graceful, delicate steps.
She was breathtakingly beautiful. Even Wu Huan, a man who had seen countless women, couldn’t help staring at her in a daze.
Her icy allure and seductive charm—two completely contrasting qualities—had been perfectly blended in her, creating an entirely different kind of temptation.
Her tall, graceful figure, her slender waist that could be encircled with one arm, and her full, voluptuous curves…
Wu Huan’s throat felt dry, as though a ball of fire were burning inside him.
The woman appeared to be only twenty-five or twenty-six years old. And yet… why did he have the feeling that she was very old?
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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!
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.
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?
