Xu Shou looked down at Wu Tian before him and asked in an even tone, “Are you a descendant of Yan and Huang?”
“Of course I am. The real deal. But Xu Mu might not be—he’s on pretty good terms with all kinds of foreign races!”
As he spoke, Wu Tian turned and pointed toward Xu Mu in the distance.
Xu Mu was standing still as well, not daring to act rashly.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a mass of black fire detached itself from Xu Shou’s body and transformed into a flaming clone that looked almost identical to him.
Crack!
The black flaming figure seized Wu Tian by the throat with one hand and lifted him high into the air.
It moved so quickly that even Li Poshan couldn’t sense it. He immediately erupted with golden qi energy, but he was completely unable to break free from the black clone’s grip.
Xu Shou still had one hand in his pocket and hadn’t moved an inch.
“Senior! What are you doing? I really am a descendant of Yan and Huang!”
Wu Tian’s face turned livid. His legs kicked wildly as he struggled with all his might.
“Brazen evil cultivator! How dare you possess a descendant of Yan and Huang? Get out!”
The moment Xu Shou finished speaking, the flaming clone slammed a fist into Wu Tian’s chest.
Boom!
The golden qi energy surrounding Wu Tian was shattered with ease.
He was sent flying like a cannonball, blood mist spraying from his mouth.
Boom!
His body crashed into the distant desert.
“Damn it!”
Wu Tian let out a furious roar, spitting out saliva mixed with blood.
Seeing Xu Mu rushing toward him, he immediately turned and fled deeper into the desert.
Xu Mu followed close behind, a delighted smile spreading across his face. Shouxin truly had an eye for detail.
He must have sensed the Old Grandpa inside Wu Tian’s body, which was why he had attacked him.
This time, Wu Tian definitely wouldn’t escape!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Seeing this, two experts from the Blackiron Tribe immediately charged toward Xu Mu.
They didn’t dare to challenge Shouxin, but surely they weren’t afraid to deal with Xu Mu!
Crack!
Suddenly, Zhang Que’s hand seized one of the seventh-grade fighters by the shoulder.
Qi energy formed a purple venomous snake around his arm, its head positioned right at his palm.
The purple snake opened its bloody maw and viciously bit into the man’s shoulder.
Even the Blackiron Tribe member’s bones, hardened through body cultivation, shattered on the spot. Zhang Que tore off one of his arms.
“Ah!”
The middle-aged man let out a scream of agony.
When the eighth-grade Tie Chong saw this, his eyes nearly bulged from their sockets, blood vessels standing out in his eyes.
“Little brother!”
He threw a punch at Zhang Que’s exposed side.
“Sea-Suppressing Fist!”
Zhang Que immediately raised his leg and blocked the punch with the side of his foot.
He was standing on one leg, and the tremendous force caused his body to spin like a top.
Swish!
A straight line of blood appeared beneath Tie Chong’s nose. Blood seeped out, staining his entire chin red.
Only then did he realize that after completing a full turn, Zhang Que’s fingers had swept across his face like sharp blades.
Tie Chong immediately retreated, then launched a frenzied barrage of attacks at Zhang Que.
As a body cultivator, he regarded fighting a one-armed man as an overwhelming advantage.
Most importantly, his opponent was only at the sixth World-Breaking stage.
Yet as the battle continued, Tie Chong was stunned.
Shoulder blows, elbow strikes, knee thrusts, leg techniques—every part of Zhang Que’s body had become a weapon.
There was an almost disjointed beauty to his movements, and every strike erupted with maximum force.
Boom!
With a deafening crash, Zhang Que dodged the attack and, in an extremely awkward-looking posture, swung his foot high toward Tie Chong’s neck.
Tie Chong wasn’t sent flying.
Purple qi energy had transformed around Zhang Que’s foot into a soaring eagle, with the tip of his foot forming its beak.
That kick pierced straight through Tie Chong’s neck.
The other seventh-grade fighter was terrified when he saw this. Clutching his severed arm, he immediately fled into the sky.
Zhang Que was just about to pursue him when Xu Shou called out from the distance, “Xiao Que, forget it.”
“Okay.”
Zhang Que returned to Xu Shou’s side.
“As expected of you. That was a beautiful fight. Even missing an arm doesn’t hold you back much.”
With a smile, Xu Shou took out two cigarettes and handed one to Zhang Que.
“Brother Zhuo was right. In a few more years, they’ll all be calling you Brother Que.”
Zhang Que took the cigarette and placed it between his lips with a grin.
“Brother Shou, what about Xiao Mu…”
“Leave him be. He’ll deal with his own problems. Let’s focus on our business first.”
Xu Shou raised his head.
“Let’s take care of those four ninth-grade fighters first.”
…
Xu Mu pursued Wu Tian relentlessly from behind. He could clearly sense that Wu Tian had reached his limit.
Suddenly, he noticed that Wu Tian had stopped running and hidden himself beneath the sand.
What he didn’t know was that Xu Mu could see him perfectly clearly through his senses.
Once he drew close, Xu Mu directly used his final Spark. He had no intention of engaging in any flashy battle.
His goal this time was simply to eliminate Wu Tian.
He immediately used half of his ice-attributed qi and condensed it into a small black sphere.
Xu Mu flicked the sphere with one finger, sending it beneath the sand where Wu Tian was hiding.
Boom!
The black force erupted in an instant, devouring everything in the area.
[Fate Power -100]
Wu Tian was blasted into the air once again by the terrifying force. His body was now a mangled mess of flesh and blood.
He lay sprawled across the sand, gasping heavily, his chest rising and falling nonstop.
Xu Mu carried his long sword and walked toward Wu Tian step by step.
Watching Xu Mu approach, Wu Tian did his best to remain calm.
“Xu Mu, there doesn’t seem to be any deep grudge between us, does there?”
“There isn’t. It’s just that you wanted me dead. Now you’re the one who’s going to die.”
Xu Mu stopped three meters away from Wu Tian. Gathering his strength, he swung the Heaven-Burning sword qi at Wu Tian repeatedly.
Wu Tian immediately rolled across the ground, dodging the waves of sword qi.
[Fate Power -30]
[Fate Power -50]
…
“Xu Mu! Spare my life! I know I was wrong! I have plenty of treasures. I can give them all to you!”
Wu Tian sat on the ground, having long since run out of strength. Supporting himself with both hands, he dragged his bottom backward inch by inch.
“Foolish. Once you’re dead, the treasures will be mine anyway.”
Xu Mu continued slashing out waves of sword qi, draining Wu Tian’s Fate Power.
“Shouxin’s attack just now consumed a tremendous amount of my strength. At this point, we have only one option.”
Li Poshan’s voice echoed in Wu Tian’s mind.
“We can only gamble.”
A sinister glint flashed through Wu Tian’s eyes, but he immediately concealed it.
He stared at Xu Mu and only then asked, “Xu Mu, do you still remember Yue Wangshu from the Valley of Ten Thousand Clans?”
Xu Mu’s brows furrowed slightly. Of course he remembered her. She was also one of Wu Tian’s women.
She often wore qipao dresses and liked carrying an oil-paper umbrella.
“What about her?”
Xu Mu asked indifferently.
Seeing that his ploy had worked, Wu Tian continued, “She really likes you. But she’s in danger right now—her life is at risk.”
He had no other choice. Thinking it over carefully, among the people he and Xu Mu both knew, there were only Yue Wangshu and Shi Fumeng.
But he remembered that Xu Mu didn’t like Shi Fumeng.
Mentioning Shi Fumeng definitely wouldn’t work, so he had chosen Yue Wangshu instead.
Xu Mu thought for a moment before asking, “What happened to Yue Wangshu?”
Wu Tian forced himself to stand. He moved toward Xu Mu step by step, then took a phone from his spatial ring.
“See for yourself. She…”
At that moment, a transparent golden figure suddenly emerged from Wu Tian’s body and instantly enveloped Xu Mu within it.
“Quick!”
The golden light radiating from Li Poshan’s body transformed the entire world around him into a sea of gold.
“Die!”
Wu Tian unleashed the last of his qi. Having forcibly pushed himself to the limit, his face twisted in agony.
The darkness of the Evil Demon Art took the form of a gigantic skull and lunged toward Xu Mu.
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.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
