Even as Lie Tao was killed, the Gourd Immortal remained unmoved, his benevolent smile unwavering. "That dagger is impressive. I didn’t even see where you pulled it from."
"Go to hell and think about it!"
An Yi charged forward, dual daggers in hand!
In terms of sheer height, the Gourd Immortal was already intimidating.
Three meters tall—no human in this world could reach such a height!
And with those crimson eyes, he looked less and less like a human.
The combat dagger sliced through the air like a shadow, striking the Gourd Immortal’s waist.
For an assassin, the throat was always the primary target.
If that wasn’t possible, the next best options were the heart or the brain—any vital spot.
But this monster was too tall. An Yi couldn’t reach any of them!
So he slashed at the fleshy mountain of the Gourd Immortal’s belly instead.
The dagger clashed against the exposed skin, leaving only faint white marks.
His hide was as tough as iron cloth!
An Yi’s razor-sharp combat dagger might as well have been a blunt weapon.
"Tickling me?"
The Gourd Immortal scoffed.
With a swing of his massive, fan-like hand, he reached for An Yi.
"An Yi, watch out!"
Nie Qinglan’s voice rang out in warning.
Sensing the shift in the air, An Yi reacted swiftly, rolling forward in a desperate escape.
Cold sweat drenched him as he regained his footing.
For a split second, it felt like his body had been paralyzed—forced to watch helplessly as the Gourd Immortal’s hand came crashing down.
"Not bad, kid!"
The Gourd Immortal sounded almost impressed.
His movements seemed unremarkable, but An Yi knew better. If that slap had landed, his bones would’ve been pulverized.
This level of terror was no joke.
For the first time, An Yi was on full alert.
Compared to the Gourd Immortal, the S-rank assassin Butcher was nothing more than a small fry.
An Yi had no doubt—even Butcher would’ve been crushed in two slaps by this monster. They weren’t even in the same league.
His own fragile body wouldn’t survive a single hit.
"Kid! Just submit and become my blood thrall! Not only will I spare your life, but I’ll give you everything you’ve never even dreamed of!"
The Gourd Immortal’s voice dripped with temptation. "Don’t you want to try it? Money, power, women—I can give you anything. All you have to do is let me draw a little blood now and then."
"Night Emperor, don’t listen to him!"
Zhou Jun’s weak voice strained to speak. "Once you’re his thrall, you’ll never escape. He’s literally sucking the life out of you."
"Shut your mouth!"
The Gourd Immortal’s crimson eyes locked onto Zhou Jun as a vine-like tendril lashed out, striking his body.
Crack!
The tendril split in two, blue blood spraying everywhere.
An Yi intercepted the attack with the demonic sword Dragon Fang.
The severed tendril oozed blue blood, but within moments, the grotesque flesh writhed and regenerated.
An Yi’s expression darkened.
This three-meter-tall monstrosity—was he even human?
No human could possess such abilities!
"Foolish brat! Do you know what they call me?"
The Gourd Immortal grinned, his kind facade twisting. "They call me an Immortal. In this pitiful world, I am the god of their myths! For three hundred years, no one has dared point a dagger at me!"
"A pitiful world?"
"Three hundred years?"
An Yi’s gaze turned icy. "You’re not from this world?"
"Become my thrall, and I’ll tell you everything!" The Gourd Immortal licked his lips.
He was practically salivating. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to find someone with such potent life force in this world.
An Yi didn’t respond. Instead, he moved like the wind, leaping high and striking at the Gourd Immortal’s neck!
The Gourd Immortal blocked with ease.
Though these predictable attacks couldn’t harm him, he wasn’t foolish enough to let An Yi whittle him down.
His massive hand shot out, seizing An Yi.
An Yi’s face hardened. That overwhelming pressure again—he couldn’t dodge.
"Qi Control!"
As the hand closed in, An Yi blasted a surge of energy at the Gourd Immortal, using the recoil to flip over his towering form.
"Oh? Now this is interesting."
The Gourd Immortal watched An Yi somersault over him, unimpressed.
To him, An Yi was nothing more than a flea—utterly insignificant.
An Yi landed behind him, eyes sharp.
This was his chance!
Without hesitation, he spun, driving both daggers with all his strength into the Gourd Immortal’s nape!
Slash!
Slash!
Two full-powered strikes!
150% Sneak Attack damage triggered!
The force was devastating.
Blue blood gushed from the Gourd Immortal’s neck!
"ARGH!"
The pain twisted his benevolent face into something monstrous.
An Yi’s heart sank.
This thing—
Its weak spot wasn’t the neck!
Suddenly, dozens of tendrils lashed out, snatching An Yi mid-air.
Trapped with no room to maneuver, he could only watch as the Gourd Immortal’s appendages seized him.
His wrists, arms, legs—every limb was bound and hoisted into the air.
"What the hell is this? Disgusting!"
An Yi gritted his teeth, struggling, but the tendrils didn’t budge.
His arms screamed in agony, as if they’d snap any second.
"Brat! You’ve pissed me off!"
The Gourd Immortal’s voice was venomous, his crimson eyes burning with bloodlust.
BAM!
The tendrils whipped An Yi against the ground—then the walls—over and over!
The sickening cracks of bones echoed through the air.
Blood spilled from An Yi’s lips.
He’d underestimated this giant. Once caught, escape was nearly impossible.
"Damn it… I haven’t felt pain in over a century! And today, I let a runt like you wound me!"
The Gourd Immortal touched his bleeding neck.
This kid had been holding back. His attacks from behind were far deadlier—if he’d been human, that strike would’ve decapitated him.
An Yi was battered, his breathing ragged.
If this kept up, he’d die.
His eyes flicked to a new skill in his arsenal.
"Now then… let’s savor your life force, shall we?"
The Gourd Immortal’s eyes gleamed with greed as a spear-like tendril shot toward An Yi’s heart!
Clang!
An Yi’s dagger intercepted the strike, deflecting it at the last second.
"You broke free?!"
The Gourd Immortal stared in shock at the severed tendrils, blue blood pooling on the ground.
"Impossible! There’s no way you—"
"Want my blood? Then see if you can take it!"
An Yi grinned, his smile chilling.
His dark eyes burned crimson.
At the same time, his short black hair lengthened into flowing silver-white locks.
The air around him thickened with murderous intent.
Ding! System Alert: Host has entered [Berserk] state. All attributes increased by 200%!
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!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.”
