"Jiang... Lord Jiang, what should we do when these people are so eager to throw their lives away?"
"Then let them die!"
Jiang Lingfeng sneered, openly activating the public voice channel as he arrogantly glared at the other cultivators aboard the spirit vessel.
"I've spent decades, even centuries, in bitter cultivation—not to debate fairness with a bunch of worthless rogue cultivators..."
"A mere Nascent Soul cultivator, daring to suppress my realm? Hah, what a joke!"
"Fairness? My cultivation is fairness!"
"Today, not a single one of you will leave Tianren City alive!"
"Here, I am the Immortal!!"
Hearing these words, Zhong Yi's fury burned even hotter. He slammed the table and rose to his feet. "What kind of damned immortal are you? If you truly are one, you're nothing but a vile fiend! And we... slay immortals like you!!"
His declaration ignited the remaining hesitant cultivators, who roared in unison.
"Right! Slay the immortal!!"
"Damn it, let's blow him to hell!!"
"From now on, Tianren City will be called the Immortal's Grave!!"
"Slay the immortal! We slay immortals!!!"
More and more cultivators rallied to Zhong Yi's call.
The moment the spirit vessel passed over Tianren City,
nearly all 99 players aboard leaped down!
Countless figures plummeted through the vast sky, a breathtaking spectacle.
Zhong Yi surveyed the scene and shouted,
"Fellow Daoists, do not engage this vile cultivator head-on!"
"Open terrain puts us at a disadvantage. Land and seek cover in the complex urban areas first. Gather equipment and tools, then fight together!"
"Those landing in the east, regroup at the Immortal Shrine!!!"
Under Zhong Yi's leadership, six squads assembled around him, all awaiting his command.
"Old Zhong, how do we fight this battle?" Zhou Yue asked.
Zhong Yi's lack of combat skill was well-known,
but no one doubted his tactical genius.
"To keep it short... we need three types of people right now."
Zhong Yi took a deep breath and began rapid-fire orders.
"First... resources."
"High-tier weapons, high-tier armor, high-tier soul jades..."
"And grappling hooks—the more, the better."
His gaze then settled on Zhou Qiaoling from Li Moran's squad, and his expression eased slightly.
In Lu Ze's past life, she'd have been a top-tier treasure hunter.
"With Junior Sister Qiaoling here, this task falls to you!"
"Me...?" Zhou Qiaoling hesitated briefly before steeling herself under the determined gazes around her. "Alright! I'll do it!"
"Next, combat."
Zhong Yi glanced at Zhou Yue beside him, then at Li Moran standing protectively in front of Zhou Qiaoling, and exhaled in relief.
"With Old Zhou and Junior Sister Li here, the heavens favor us."
"All frontline fighters and Tianhai players, assemble..."
"And the Hú Táo players, come too."
"We're heading to the Tianren Shrine... to farm rage!"
This was the most critical part of Zhong Yi's "Slay the Immortal" plan.
Who was the deadliest threat outside?
The vile cultivator Tianhai after his transformation into the Vajra Buddha.
Once he assumed that form, ordinary blades would struggle to harm him, and anyone caught in his grip would perish instantly!
Worse, this cheat-enabled Vajra Buddha had a near-perfect capture rate.
They needed shields—players to block the golden palms and buy time.
Thus, Tianhai players had to transform.
The faster, the better!
In Naraka: Bladepoint, ultimate abilities required rage, which only accumulated through dealing or taking damage.
Without exploits, they'd never generate enough rage before dying.
So, trading blows with healers was their only option.
"Senior Brother Zhong, what about me?" Mu Yawen scratched his head curiously.
"Your mission is the most perilous..."
Zhong Yi solemnly gripped Mu Yawen's shoulder.
"Form a vanguard squad and buy us time to gather gear and rage—even if it costs your lives!"
This was the hardest task.
Mortal bodies versus cheaters?
The outcome was obvious.
But sacrifices had to be made.
The two vile cultivators outside knew Zhong Yi's group was scheming and were closing in fast.
Their squad had landed at Tianren Bridge and was advancing eastward.
Kill notifications flooded the upper-right corner.
The player count was plummeting.
"Leave it to me!"
Mu Yawen grinned, flashing white teeth.
He casually picked up a white-tier armor and a blue-tier greatsword, then strode outside.
A dozen cultivators followed without hesitation.
Zhong Yi watched the vanguard squad depart, his mind momentarily adrift.
His eyes burned with urgency as his rage bar slowly filled.
"Faster..."
"Just a little faster..."
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Beneath Tianren Bridge, in the valley,
corpses littered the ground.
Black soul tombstones dotted the landscape.
Shattered weapons lay scattered everywhere.
Mu Yawen stood defiant, his eyes bloodshot, gripping a broken blue greatsword with zero durability.
Behind him, Li Jiujian stood bare-handed, glaring furiously.
"Hahaha... Elder of the Infinite Sword Sect, elite disciple of the Lingxiao Sect..."
"You've cultivated for decades, centuries, yet you stoop to stand with rogue cultivators? This is what you deserve!"
Jiang Lingfeng laughed maniacally.
He recognized Mu Yawen and Li Jiujian and deliberately spared them for humiliation.
"Watching you cower in the Immortal Shrine, only to send these trash to die?" Du Cheng taunted.
"We never planned to return," Mu Yawen spat through gritted teeth.
His only regret was that his brothers had already fallen.
"Those hiding won't return either."
Du Cheng pointed toward the distant shrine, then extended a golden rune-etched arm into thin air.
A Hú Táo player materialized in his grasp.
He smirked at Mu Yawen as if observing an insect.
"No."
Mu Yawen raised his shattered greatsword.
Its ruined frame groaned in protest.
"Senior Brother Zhong said we'd win."
"Pathetic ant—perish!"
Du Cheng snorted, impatient, and reached to crush Mu Yawen.
Then—
Two golden runic arms shot from opposite ends of the valley, slamming into Du Cheng.
One fist sent him stumbling back.
A hail of arrows rained down on the weak spot at the back of his neck.
"Junior Brother Mu!"
Zhong Yi, now in Vajra Buddha form, exhaled in relief.
"I'm late."
"Senior Brother Zhong!!"
Mu Yawen's heart leaped—then he frowned.
"Did... your punch just miss?"
"Ahem, details don't matter..."
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.”
