Zhongzhou, the Church of the Gods.
Inside the magnificent and resplendent holy temple, Bai Xiu awoke from a bed made of golden silk and white feathers, yawning.
“Divine Son, you’re awake.”
Cardinal Hua Shi looked at Bai Xiu with a benevolent smile, though the dark lines on his forehead refused to disappear.
This bastard can really sleep!
He had waited here for an entire month just for Bai Xiu to wake up.
There had even been several moments when he’d wanted to strangle the fellow and find someone else to serve as the Divine Son.
But reason had ultimately held him back. One had to be patient to accomplish great things.
“Where is this…? Forget it. Every time I wake up, I’m somewhere different.”
Bai Xiu couldn’t be bothered to ask where he was. He looked at the cardinal with his vacant, dead-fish eyes.
“You are…”
“Hua Shi.”
Cardinal Hua Shi wore a beaming expression, though his smile was obviously fake.
“Oh, right. You’re the one who told me I’m some kind of Divine Son, aren’t you?”
Bai Xiu said seriously, “There must be some misunderstanding.”
Hua Shi looked at him and gave him an enigmatic smile.
“No. You are indeed the Divine Son. Countless believers of the Church of the Gods in the Starfall Sea Region witnessed your descent.”
He knew very well that this incredibly sleepy young man had nothing to do with the Divine Son.
Even so, he had fabricated the identity of Bai Xiu being the Son of the Thunder God.
The Church of the Gods had a long history spanning more than five thousand years. The gods of the Nine Heavens of the Ancient Continent would occasionally descend into the mortal world.
It was precisely because of the support of those powerful gods that the Church of the Gods had maintained its position as the undisputed ruler of the Ancient Continent.
However, the gods had not descended once in an entire century.
A hundred years was more than enough time for people to forget the awe inspired by the gods. In fact, the Church of the Gods was now facing challenges from other forces.
This left the Church of the Gods, which relied on the gods as its backing, extremely nervous.
Thus, when they heard that the Divine Son had descended in the Starfall Sea Region, the Church of the Gods had been overjoyed and spared no effort in searching for his whereabouts.
After learning that Bai Xiu was not actually the Divine Son, the Church of the Gods had not made the news public. Instead, they had decided to go along with the mistake and treat him as the Divine Son.
After all, for the Church of the Gods, the publicity surrounding a Divine Son was more than enough.
“Fine. If you say I am, then I am.”
Bai Xiu couldn’t be bothered to argue with him. He rubbed his stomach.
After sleeping for an entire month, he was starving.
Hua Shi immediately understood. The corners of his mouth curled upward as he clapped his hands.
At once, a procession of women dressed in palace gowns entered, carrying dishes of food arranged on silver tableware.
Bai Xiu didn’t hold back. He picked up the utensils and began eating ravenously.
Although he didn’t know much about this world, he could still tell that the food was incredibly exquisite and luxurious.
It was absolutely not something ordinary people could ever hope to enjoy.
“Unfortunately, His Holiness the Pope has already left, so you missed the chance to meet him,” Hua Shi said with a sigh.
Bai Xiu looked completely unconcerned.
“It’s fine. If I can’t meet him this time, there’ll always be another chance.”
Seeing how calm Bai Xiu was, Hua Shi couldn’t help but feel curious.
The Pope of the Church of the Gods was one of the Ancient Continent’s top experts, commanding the lives and deaths of countless people.
To ordinary citizens, he was an existence as distant and unreachable as the heavens themselves.
Yet this brat spoke of meeting him with the casualness one might use when talking about the old man guarding the gate.
A smile tugged at Hua Shi’s lips.
“Divine Son, it’s time for you to choose a consort.”
Bai Xiu wiped the corner of his mouth. His dead-fish eyes remained utterly devoid of emotion.
“Oh.”
They could do whatever they wanted.
At this point, he still had no idea what being a Divine Son actually involved.
Hua Shi clapped his hands again.
A moment later, a group of beautiful women dressed in dazzling outfits filed in. There were more than a hundred of them in total—some voluptuous, some slender, all graceful and alluring. Every one of them possessed exceptional looks and enchanting figures. The air itself seemed to carry a captivating fragrance.
Even Bai Xiu’s dead-fish eyes widened.
The quality, the figures, the aura…
The sheer abundance of beauty was enough to dazzle anyone.
Suddenly, he realized that being the Divine Son wasn’t so bad after all.
If Liu Dachao, Qin Shan, and An Yi were here, they would have gone crazy.
They were all top-quality beauties with hot bodies!
Yue Yao, who had accompanied Bai Xiu to the Church of the Gods, was among them. Even surrounded by a sea of beautiful women, she still stood out.
She bit her lower lip lightly as she looked at Bai Xiu, worry filling her beautiful eyes.
She knew very well that Bai Xiu’s current situation was far from safe.
“What is this?” Bai Xiu asked, puzzled.
The corner of Hua Shi’s mouth twitched.
“You may choose one of them to become your Divine Consort…”
“That one.”
Bai Xiu pointed at Yue Yao and spoke indifferently.
A hint of joy appeared in Yue Yao’s eyes, though it was quickly replaced by worry.
The girls who had not been chosen turned pale, their faces drained of blood.
“The rest of them can leave,” Bai Xiu said, waving his hand.
Having this old man in red standing beside him was irritating enough. He was getting in the way.
Hua Shi glanced at the rejected girls, a cold smile appearing on his lips.
“Since that’s the case, kill them all.”
The women instantly paled with terror. Several even collapsed onto the floor, their delicate bodies trembling.
Yue Yao bit her lower lip and looked at Bai Xiu imploringly.
She knew that if these girls failed to become the Divine Consort, they would only be facing a dead end.
After all, women rejected by a god could never be offered to mortals again.
A god’s status was unique and inviolable. It could not tolerate the slightest defilement.
For these women, the most proper course of action was death.
“Stop!”
Bai Xiu’s cold voice rang out.
Hua Shi halted. The spiritual energy gathering around him dispersed, and he once again looked at Bai Xiu with respect.
“I’ve changed my mind.”
Bai Xiu looked at the girls and said solemnly, “I want all of them!”
All of them?
A sharp glint flashed through Hua Shi’s eyes, clearly revealing his displeasure.
Bai Xiu said indifferently, “Cardinal, as the Divine Son, am I not even allowed this small request?”
“Divine Son, you jest. Of course you are.”
Hua Shi narrowed his eyes and smiled. He looked toward the group of girls, who were still pale with fear.
“What are you waiting for? Hurry up and thank the Divine Son!”
“Thank you, Divine Son!”
The girls fell to their knees one after another, relief washing over them as they realized they had survived.
A hint of joy also appeared in Yue Yao’s eyes.
During this period, she had stayed with these sisters and watched helplessly as they were killed one after another. She simply couldn’t bear to suffer such a blow again.
Bai Xiu looked at Hua Shi and smiled.
“Thank you, Cardinal. I’m very satisfied with this gift.”
“I’m glad the Divine Son likes it.”
Hua Shi nodded. It seemed this young man still understood the rules.
If he had truly been an arrogant, overbearing fool who thought himself above everyone else, Hua Shi might have crippled him.
In any case, hardly anyone knew what the Divine Son actually looked like.
…
A major event had taken place at Dongxuan Academy.
Instructor An Yi, thanks to his outstanding teaching ability, had been transferred to the Dongxuan headquarters in the Divine Phoenix Empire!
Everyone knew that this had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that his uncle was the academy’s president.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
