Xu Mu looked at the three people before him. The hardest one to kill should be Fang Chu.
After all, he was the male lead.
Swish!
Fang Chu was the first to charge towards Xu Mu. This man had ruined his plans time and time again.
He was determined to leave Xu Mu's life here forever.
Fang Chu stopped suddenly about two meters away from Xu Mu, stamping his foot on the ground.
Swish! Swish!
Two sharp spikes suddenly erupted from the ground beneath Xu Mu's feet.
But Xu Mu had already leapt into the air beforehand; he had seen this move when Fang Chu was fighting Liang Yi earlier.
"Quick, attack! He's in the air now, a perfect target!"
Zhao Gang, arms crossed, reminded them with a laugh.
Liang Yi just glanced coldly at Zhao Gang. Of course she knew.
She tightened her grip on the longsword in her hand, and all the qi in her body burst forth. "Circular Shatter Slash!"
Whoosh!
Her body spun along with the movement as she swung her sword.
A blue, oval-shaped sword energy shot towards the spot where Xu Mu was about to land.
Seeing this, Fang Chu also sneered.
He stomped hard on the ground with one foot.
Boom!
Several sharp spikes formed from sand and earth also erupted from Xu Mu's intended landing spot, waiting for him to fall.
Just as they thought they were about to end Xu Mu's life, they were all left dumbfounded.
They saw Xu Mu perform a double jump in mid-air. Instead of landing where he should have, he appeared in front of Fang Chu in an instant.
Swish!
Xu Mu swung the sword in his hand, unleashing a phantom blade.
A dark red longsword materialized in a flash.
Fang Chu's eyes widened in disbelief. He immediately retreated, yellow light dots flickering across his body.
Hum!
A large mass of yellow sand floated up in front of him, forming a thick, wall-like barrier.
Thud!
But in the next moment, Fang Chu realized the phantom blade had pierced right through his wall.
Fang Chu was horrified. The barrier formed by his Earth Dragon Art, a Heaven-grade technique he had obtained by sheer luck, couldn't block it.
Just then, Zhao Gang, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly flashed in front of Fang Chu.
He drew his sword, its blade glowing with a green light.
Crack!
With one swing, he shattered Xu Mu's dark red phantom blade on the spot.
[Destiny Power -20]
Black text appeared above Fang Chu's head.
"Phantom Blade... you're from the Demon Sword Sect?"
A cold smile appeared on Zhao Gang's face. "It seems I have no choice but to intervene."
Hearing this, Fang Chu couldn't hide the grin on his face. "Hahaha! Xu Mu, you really are a sinner. Everyone wants you dead!"
"I find it strange too."
Xu Mu held a black longsword in one hand and a dagger in the other.
Today, he planned to use a Heaven-grade technique he hadn't employed before: Shifting Stars.
This move could transfer damage inflicted upon him to someone else.
It was mainly for one-against-many battles.
A minimum of three people were required because the transferred damage couldn't be reflected back onto the caster.
Today's scenario was perfect for it.
"Xu Mu, if you kneel down and call me 'grandfather,' then hand over your sister and your wife to me, I won't attack you."
Fang Chu shot a mocking smile at Xu Mu.
His hatred for Xu Mu was already bone-deep.
"Hmph! Come at me together, all three of you. What does Xu Mu have to fear?"
Xu Mu gripped his longsword with one hand and held the dagger with the other, spreading his arms as he coldly stared at the people before him.
Swish!
Liang Yi struck first. This man knew too much about the Immortality Research Institute; he had to die.
Xu Mu immediately met her, beginning to exchange blows with Liang Yi.
Longsword and short sword clashed and weaved. Liang Yi was shocked inwardly. It seemed this Xu Mu wasn't only good at sneak attacks.
His combat skills were actually this formidable.
In a pure skill contest, Liang Yi was instantly at a disadvantage.
Just then, Fang Chu used his Earth Dragon Art to launch a sneak attack.
Swish! Swish!
Sharp spikes suddenly erupted from the ground around Xu Mu, stabbing towards his body.
Hum!
At that moment, Xu Mu's figure suddenly vanished from before their eyes.
"Don't panic, everyone! We can't see him, but we can sense the qi released when he uses a technique!"
Liang Yi immediately said to the other two.
Swish!
Suddenly, Liang Yi's eyes widened. She immediately flashed away to a distance, her hand touching her buttocks.
She found traces of blood on her fingers.
"So what if you know? Even if you can detect it, most people will still be half a beat too slow."
Xu Mu twirled the dagger in his hand. "Liang Yi, you should know I spared your life."
"Xu Mu!"
Liang Yi roared in anger.
In her view, Xu Mu could have killed her but only gave her a cut on the buttocks. This was a tremendous insult.
Just then, Zhao Gang had already flashed above Xu Mu, his sword slashing down with force.
"Ghost Slayer!"
He roared, the blade covered in green light.
Boom!
A green light pillar over a meter thick descended from the sky, crashing onto Xu Mu.
Seeing this, Xu Mu immediately activated his Heaven-grade technique.
Shifting Stars.
Around Xu Mu's body, silvery light dots appeared, like stars in the night sky.
Swish!
Instantly!
The green light pillar struck Xu Mu, but it lasted only half a second before disappearing.
Zhao Gang, still in mid-air, was completely stunned.
Why had his released technique suddenly vanished?
As Zhao Gang fell from the air, Xu Mu immediately moved in to attack.
Zhao Gang couldn't move in mid-air, but Xu Mu was free to act.
Swish!
His dagger wasn't used to slash, but was directly stabbed into Zhao Gang's buttocks before Xu Mu swiftly retreated.
"Can't hold it anymore. So storing an attack consumes this much qi. Time to release it then."
As Xu Mu spoke, the green light pillar suddenly descended from above Fang Chu's head.
"What the hell? What's going on?"
Fang Chu looked up at the attack, but it was too late to dodge.
He rapidly burst forth with power, using his qi to block it temporarily, then mobilized the surrounding yellow sand to envelop himself.
Boom!
Even so, Fang Chu's defenses were blasted apart.
The terrifying force sent him flying.
[Destiny Power -30]
After all, Zhao Gang from the Heavenly Sword Sect was the head senior disciple, a master at the late-stage Divine Ability realm.
Xu Mu immediately charged towards Fang Chu, intent on killing him.
Fang Chu's clothes were now torn in several large holes, his chin covered in blood.
He scrambled up from the ground, watching Xu Mu rapidly closing in. A glint flashed in his eyes. "Xu Mu! Do you think this is my limit?"
At that moment, the sand and earth around them gradually rose into the air, coiling around Fang Chu's body.
Back then, it was precisely because he practiced this Heaven-grade technique that he had suffered a qi deviation, forcing him to endure in silence for three full years.
While Fang Chu was activating his technique, Xu Mu had already closed the distance. He swung his longsword with force, but Fang Chu immediately leaned back to dodge.
Swish!
A dagger stabbed into Fang Chu's thigh.
It turned out Xu Mu's sword swing was just a feint; the real attack was the dagger.
"Damn it!"
Fang Chu yanked the dagger out on the spot. He looked at the other two. "Let's kill him together."
But Liang Yi and Zhao Gang didn't move. They were now dry-mouthed, their cheeks flushed red.
They clearly felt physically unwell.
Fang Chu also frowned slightly. He was all too familiar with this feeling, having just been 'hardened' by it recently.
"Xu Mu! You... the dagger was poisoned! Spring Night Grass!"
"What?"
Liang Yi and Zhao Gang were both shocked.
Liang Yi, being a woman, certainly couldn't stay here. She immediately fled into the distance.
But Zhao Gang and Fang Chu were both chasing from behind, especially Fang Chu, who was determined to find a woman this time.
The three of them chased each other, accelerating their blood flow. In a short time, the Spring Night Herb had already begun affecting their brains.
Zhao Gang thought to himself, "This is bad." He felt his movements becoming restricted, so he roared out, "Woman from the Heavenly Sword Sect, I am Zhao Gang, come over here!"
At that moment, darkness fell.
"Don't go!"
In the pitch blackness before his eyes, Zhao Gang grabbed Fang Chu's arm and pinned him to the ground.
He felt he had reached his limit. If he didn't release it soon, he might not even be able to move.
"Damn it! Let go, I'm a man!"
Fang Chu cursed angrily.
"Do you know my name?"
Zhao Gang sneered, "I don't care if you're a man or a woman, human or ghost. I am Zhao Gang!"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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.”
