"What's wrong? Couldn't find it?"
Seeing Zhong Yi's strange expression, Zhou Yue couldn't help but ask curiously.
"F-found it..."
"Where?"
"Down there."
"????"
Zhong Yi was stunned.
He glanced at his crotch—even through the tiger-skin skirt, the glaringly bright golden mark was clearly visible.
"Holy shit!!"
Zhong Yi hurriedly covered his vulnerable spot with his hands.
The enemy team's vanguard, the "Great Buddha" and "Windblade," were also dumbfounded. What the hell was this?
But they quickly realized—the golden mark was the weak point!
Understanding this, the scene instantly became absurdly hilarious.
Zhong Yi froze in embarrassment.
If not for his current "Great Buddha" form, with its dark skin, his face would have been red to the tips of his ears.
If he were just an ordinary player, it wouldn’t be so bad.
But Zhong Yi had a habit of streaming his gameplay—and his audience wasn’t small!
The live chat was exploding with laughter.
[HAHAHAHAHA]
[What are they waiting for? Hit his balls!]
[Zhong, the prodigy of Lingxiao Sect, his reputation ruined by a single egg...]
[This is so damn awkward!]
[Bro’s fighting while covering his junk...]
[Old Zhong, take my advice—stop covering and just go all out!]
...
The more the audience teased, the more self-conscious Zhong Yi became.
He was a prodigy of the Lingxiao Sect, a popular streamer—did he have no dignity left?
The enemy "Great Buddha" was also laughing, clutching his stomach.
One side covering their stomach, the other covering their crotch—the scene couldn’t have been more ridiculous.
"Old Zhong, fight back!! No one cares where your weak point is!!!"
Zhou Yue shouted.
Zhong Yi took a deep breath, as if steeling himself. "Fine!"
But the moment he moved his hands away, he noticed Zhou Yue, Mu Yawen, and the enemy trio all sneak glances at his crotch.
The sheer awkwardness of being stared at made Zhong Yi instantly cover himself again.
"Damn it!!! You guys lied to me!!!!"
...
...
A few minutes later.
The trio respawned in Zhong Yi’s room.
Unsurprisingly, they had suffered a crushing defeat.
There was no helping it—their only ultimate-ready fighter, Zhong Yi, had spent the entire battle clutching his crotch...
The sight was just too bizarre.
In the end, Zhou Yue and Mu Yawen were both grabbed by the enemy "Great Buddha" and instantly eliminated.
Zhong Yi, meanwhile, fell victim to the enemy team’s coordinated "crotch-shot" strategy.
Though Zhou Yue and Mu Yawen still had a revival chance, they chose to quit and start a new match with Zhong Yi.
"Old Zhong... we’re cultivators now. Lighten up—don’t take face so seriously."
Zhou Yue patted Zhong Yi’s shoulder reassuringly.
"If you hadn’t been covering yourself earlier and just pushed their 'Great Buddha' back, we might’ve won..."
"No, it’s not about covering or not!"
Zhong Yi’s face flushed as he retorted.
"It was the third-party interference—understand?"
He then launched into an analysis of the enemy’s timing and the advantages of third-party ambushes.
"Huh... that actually makes sense?"
Zhou Yue nodded repeatedly.
They’d fought tooth and nail in Celestial City, wiping out three teams at Celestial Bridge—only to get cleaned up by a fresh, full squad.
How infuriating was that?
But there was nothing they could do.
Post-battle, their health wasn’t fully restored, and they had no ultimates ready.
Facing a team with ultimates without any of their own was a death sentence!
Especially against a team-wide control ultimate like Temuer’s.
One whirlwind to cut off retreat, and escape was impossible!
"So you’re saying... we need to adjust our strategy? Prioritize third-party fights, and we need a Temuer?"
After Zhong Yi’s explanation, Zhou Yue had an epiphany.
"Exactly."
Zhong Yi nodded, then clapped Mu Yawen on the shoulder.
"Brother Mu, why don’t you try Temuer? The team needs that role."
"Sure, no problem!"
Mu Yawen grinned goofily, agreeing without hesitation.
He never doubted Zhong Yi’s judgment.
Plus, Temuer looked burly—right up his alley.
The trio queued up again.
By now, "Naraka: Bladepoint" had surged in popularity, and their queue time was even shorter than before.
Zhou Yue as Ji Canghai and Mu Yawen as Temuer appeared simultaneously on the starting island.
Only Zhong Yi was missing.
"Old Zhong, why haven’t you picked yet?"
Zhou Yue asked curiously.
"I’m... considering switching characters."
Zhong Yi replied.
The memory of the "crotch-covering Great Buddha" was too embarrassing.
He decided to explore other options.
After scanning the roster, his eyes settled on a refined, scholarly-looking Taoist character.
"You’ll do."
In the next moment, Zhong Yi transformed into Wuchen, two pale locks of hair framing his forehead, giving him an elegant air.
"What’s this guy even do?"
Zhou Yue frowned.
He’d encountered Wuchen twice before.
The green sword energy hovering behind him looked intimidating, but both times, Zhou Yue had obliterated him instantly.
"You’ll see soon enough..."
Zhong Yi smirked mysteriously.
This time, they avoided Celestial City.
Since their plan was to third-party fights, maintaining their own condition was crucial.
Following Zhong Yi’s suggestion, they landed at a remote area near Celestial City—the Abandoned Kiln.
Watching the swarm of players descending on Celestial City from above, Zhong Yi couldn’t help but admire his own wisdom.
In this era where everyone fought to become Celestial City’s ruler, competing for golden weapons and armor in the core zones, places like the Abandoned Kiln were practically deserted.
Zhong Yi had Mu Yawen drag Zhou Yue along while he looted the area with painstaking slowness, securing a mix of blue and purple gear for the team.
Compared to their last bloodbath in Celestial City, their equipment was leagues better.
"Alright, Celestial City’s probably winding down now..."
Zhong Yi glanced at his fully charged ultimate gauge and grinned.
"Time to crash the party!"
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
