"Night Emperor!"
The moment these words were uttered, Lie Tao's gaze turned icy.
"I've never heard of you."
"But the name alone sounds badass!"
An Yi gripped his dagger, noticing the newly unlocked skill [Throwing Weapons] in his skill bar, a smirk curling his lips.
"A long-lost skill comprehension... finally appeared!"
"Hey, kid lying over there, can you stand?"
An Yi glanced at Zhou Jun and asked.
Zhou Jun froze momentarily, staring at An Yi in surprise: "You—"
"Aunt Zhou is still waiting for you outside. Don’t die here!"
An Yi said coolly, spinning the combat knife in his hand before gripping it properly again.
Zhou Jun’s expression turned dazed, murmuring: "So you’re the one..."
The Gourd Immortal, to keep him as a willing blood thrall, allowed him to meet his mother once a month—forcing him to stay alive.
His mother had once told him about a brat his age living downstairs, squatting in their old apartment for two years, freeloading meals and never paying rent.
Now there was also a silly girl living with that brat. Though clumsy, she was beautiful and kind-hearted. With them around, he never really felt alone...
"Hey, hang in there. I’ll deal with these two bastards."
An Yi’s eyes hardened as he spoke softly.
"The remaining two... they’re the real bosses!"
Nie Qinglan stared at An Yi’s back, tears streaming down her face as she choked out: "You idiot... why did you come?! It’s dangerous here! Don’t you know that?! Big idiot... big, stupid idiot..."
Large teardrops rolled down her cheeks, no matter how hard she wiped them away.
An Yi:
"What the hell is this girl doing?!"
Why was she scolding him?
"Heh, don’t worry. If this kid agrees to replace you as my blood thrall, I’ll let you go."
The Gourd Immortal’s crimson eyes locked onto An Yi, licking his lips like a starved wild dog spotting a feast.
"That tempting scent of vitality... I can smell it through your clothes!"
An Yi felt nauseated, gripping his dagger: "Nonsense. Killing you will save them just the same!"
Lie Tao stepped forward, surveying the corpses of black-clad men strewn across the ground. He tightened his grip on the short staff, his expression solemn.
"This kid... he’s a formidable opponent!"
"Xiao Tao, need a hand from this immortal?" The Gourd Immortal teased.
Lie Tao coldly refused: "No need. Just some punk. Not worth the immortal’s effort!"
An Yi snorted.
"Looking down on me?"
Suddenly, An Yi moved like lightning, darting behind Lie Tao in an instant.
Speed had always been his forte—his stats were heavily invested in it!
Yet, despite his bulky frame, Lie Tao wasn’t slow either. He spun around, swinging his staff at An Yi.
"Never expose your back to the enemy!"
This was practically an ironclad rule for all martial artists!
An Yi’s passive skill [Ambush] was deadly, but it worked best for sneak attacks.
Unless they were complete morons, no one just stood there waiting to get hit!
Lie Tao turned and saw An Yi charging at him with the dagger, a cold smile forming.
Gripping his staff, he swung it with a force that sent shockwaves through the air, accompanied by a thunderous sonic boom as it clashed against the dagger.
"[Sweeping Army]!"
Lie Tao roared.
The staff collided with the dagger.
Clang!
A sharp metallic ring echoed.
An Yi couldn’t withstand the impact—his dagger was knocked from his hand, spinning through the air before embedding itself into the ground.
"Is that all?!"
Lie Tao grinned.
His family, the ancient martial Lie Clan, was renowned for their masterful and fierce staff techniques!
This [Sweeping Army] was one of their secret arts!
How could some brat in his early twenties possibly withstand it?!
An Yi flexed his wrist, unfazed: "Hmph. Pretty mediocre."
"Talk big all you want!"
Lie Tao sneered.
Crack!
His staff split apart!
The sound continued—
The staff shattered, fragments clattering to the ground.
"What—?!"
Lie Tao’s face darkened.
This was his family’s ancestral staff... and it had broken in his hands!
"What era are you living in, still using sticks of this quality? Cheapskate!"
An Yi remarked dryly.
Material-wise, the combat knife he’d snatched was far superior.
"You’re dead!"
Lie Tao growled, throwing a punch straight at him.
An Yi met it with a fist of his own!
Lie Tao had long been a master of Ming Jin, while An Yi had only just stumbled into the realm.
There was still a gap in their strength.
After the first punch, Lie Tao smirked—this kid was slick with a dagger, but his hand-to-hand skills were lackluster.
"Utterly average!"
Second punch!
Lie Tao’s smile stiffened. Blocking with his elbow actually took effort this time.
Third punch!
An Yi’s fist shot out with blistering speed, generating a sonic boom as it slammed into Lie Tao’s chest.
Lie Tao grunted, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes flashed with fury as he swiftly grabbed An Yi’s wrist—
But at that moment, An Yi’s other fist struck at his throat.
A weak, flimsy punch!
Lie Tao scoffed.
Slash!
A spray of blood erupted!
Lie Tao’s throat was slit clean through by a sudden black dagger!
"Moron, who said I was gonna box with you?!"
An Yi said coldly, the black dagger spinning back into his grip.
"Ghk... ghk..."
Blood gurgled in his throat. Lie Tao clutched his neck, eyes bulging in disbelief as he stared at An Yi.
Staggering, he collapsed with a thud.
His throat was severed—no chance of survival!
Until his last breath, he never figured out where An Yi had pulled that black dagger from.
"An Yi..."
Nie Qinglan gazed at his figure, her face flushed, heart pounding wildly.
A heroic figure riding clouds of rainbow light—this must be what he looked like!
"Night Emperor! Hell yeah!"
Chengzi, who’d once been dragged into this dungeon by Lie Tao, screamed hoarsely, his face red with excitement.
Instantly, the lifeless eyes of the prisoners in the dungeon lit up with hope as they stared at An Yi!
Zhou Jun, lying on the ground, grinned at the domineering figure holding the black dagger: "Night Emperor... hell yeah!"
Ding! Quest [Slaughter] completed—10/10!
Ding! Reward obtained: 100 points of Malevolence!
Ding! Skill [Berserk] acquired!
Hearing the system’s notifications, An Yi walked over, picking up his combat knife: "100 points! All into [Dagger Mastery]!"
Ding! Congratulations! [Dagger Mastery] has reached Lv. 3!
Ding! [Dagger Mastery] Lv. 3 unlocked: [Dual Wield]!
Two more system chimes rang out.
An Yi gripped the black dagger—Dragonfang Demonblade—in one hand and the combat knife in the other, his burning gaze locking onto the Gourd Immortal!
This three-meter-tall, bald, obese monster... was the true terror!
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 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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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!
