"Making a vow is a solemn commitment to the Lord, which must be based on righteous appeals and church rules."
Amelia shook her head slightly. "One cannot easily take an oath just because of someone else's casual questioning. Oaths must not be abused."
"Hahaha! If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a salesman with how you pitch these routines one after another."
Xu Mu couldn't help but laugh.
"Insolent!"
A black-robed man behind Amelia suddenly growled in English.
"Angry from embarrassment because I exposed you?"
Xu Mu looked at Amelia. "However, I'm still willing to walk in front and clear the way for a beauty like you."
With that, he placed his hand on the formation, and his figure disappeared from the spot.
Chen Xuan and Shi Fumeng exchanged a glance and stepped into it as well.
"Lady Amelia, a mere..."
"Enough."
Amelia raised her hand. "Let's go in too. Having a formation master by our side is ultimately a good thing."
She truly didn't intend to let Xu Mu go in first just to scout the situation.
She was simply afraid of the dangers inside and wanted a formation master to accompany her.
That was why she had approached them earlier to seek out Xu Mu and the others.
If they really encountered a formation-based crisis, a formation master could help her escape.
...
The moment he stepped into the ruins, Xu Mu's hair was blown into a mess by a storm sweeping in from the distance.
He quickly turned around, only to find that the exit behind him had vanished.
Moreover, Xu Mu was the only one here; Chen Xuan and Shi Fumeng were nowhere to be seen.
He immediately spread out his perception and found that Shi Fumeng was on the other side of the island, right at the edge of his sensory range.
Thus, Xu Mu quickly hurried over.
Shi Fumeng was also looking bewildered at the moment. When she saw Xu Mu rushing over from afar, she immediately went to meet him.
"Xu Mu, what's going on?"
"Although I don't know what's going to happen next, we've definitely been tricked!"
Xu Mu looked at the spot where Shi Fumeng had appeared. "The exit isn't on your side either."
"What do you mean? How have we been tricked?"
Shi Fumeng asked in a deep voice.
"If there really was some earth-shattering treasure here, why wouldn't the three patriarchs of your Valley of Ten Thousand Races come over secretly? Why would they gather all of you elders and announce it so openly?"
Xu Mu looked at Shi Fumeng. "Even I know that many of your elders collude with outsiders. Would your patriarchs be unaware of that?"
"Are you saying that there's no treasure here at all, and their only goal was to lure us over?"
Shi Fumeng said, clenching her fists.
"That's highly likely. However, this is an open scheme played by your three patriarchs. Even if the legendary god-tier cultivation method is a trap, a huge number of people would still risk coming here."
Having said that, Xu Mu continued to observe through his perception.
The people from the Church weren't around. It seemed this formation teleported people randomly.
"Fuck! What is the goal of those three old undyings? It's one thing to screw over others, but they're even screwing over their own people!"
Shi Fumeng cursed angrily, her ponytail swaying wildly from her fury.
"Why are you being so naive? The Valley of Ten Thousand Races wasn't founded out of unity, but out of fear."
Xu Mu said calmly.
Shi Fumeng thought for a moment and secretly nodded. That was indeed the truth.
In the beginning, the purpose of the Valley of Ten Thousand Races was to defend against the Yanhuang Tribe.
The Yanhuang Tribe was too powerful; if these races didn't unite, they wouldn't be a match for them at all.
Therefore, the Valley of Ten Thousand Races was a mixed bag. As long as the benefits were great enough, it would be perfectly normal for those three patriarchs to sell out the Valley.
Just as they were chatting, two middle-aged men from the Hollow-Chest Tribe appeared in the distance.
They wore black armor with a circular opening revealed on their chests, which was completely hollow inside.
Both of them had long black hair, and their eyes were filled with extreme excitement.
"Hehehe! Fresh meat again! This woman isn't bad. I want her skin!"
One of the skinny middle-aged men instantly lunged towards Shi Fumeng.
Feeling the power radiating from them, Shi Fumeng's face turned pale. They were actually two Early Transcendent Realm experts.
"What are you spacing out for?"
Seeing this, Xu Mu immediately stepped in front of Shi Fumeng.
Boom!
A green claw mark struck Xu Mu first.
In the next moment, the skinny middle-aged man's body arrived in front of Xu Mu. Forming a claw with one hand, he swiped at Xu Mu's heart.
Xu Mu gathered his power and smashed a punch into the opponent's claw.
Bang!
A muffled sound echoed through the air. Xu Mu was forced back several steps, shattering the ground with every footstep.
Meanwhile, the skinny middle-aged man only took a single step back. He then looked at his fingers, only to find that his bones had been snapped in two.
"What's going on? Where's my skill effect?"
Just as the skinny middle-aged man spoke, a green claw mark suddenly appeared above the head of the chubby middle-aged man standing behind him.
Boom!
The chubby middle-aged man was sent flying, blood spraying from the top of his head.
"Fuck! What the hell?"
The chubby middle-aged man clutched his head and stood up, roaring in anger.
Seeing the scene before her, Shi Fumeng wasn't happy that they were injured; instead, she felt even more terrified.
One had his fingers broken but wore an unusually calm expression, while the other had a bloody, busted head but didn't let out a single cry of pain.
Were these two even human?
Xu Mu also rubbed his chin in thought. The plot had mentioned that the alien races living in the ruins were outcasts.
The truly powerful alien races were all in the Inner World.
Although they frequently fought, it didn't mean they didn't fear death. There was definitely something wrong with the two men in front of him.
"Boy! What kind of wicked skill did you just use? I'm going to slaughter you!"
The chubby middle-aged man roared and rapidly charged at Xu Mu.
Xu Mu drew his longsword and executed his Heaven-tier skill, the Heaven-Incinerating Sword Qi.
He could easily deal with Early Transcendent Realm experts right now.
Swish!
The moment the middle-aged man arrived in front of him, Xu Mu suddenly flashed behind him.
Before anyone around them could react, or even see Xu Mu swing his sword, one of the middle-aged man's legs fell to the ground.
Thud!
The man collapsed on the spot, but he still roared, preparing to get up on one leg and continue fighting.
As for the other skinny middle-aged man, seeing this scene, he turned and ran without hesitation.
From just a single move, he could tell that he was no match for this young man.
Carrying his longsword, Xu Mu walked up to the chubby middle-aged man and slashed several times in succession.
The armor the man wore shattered and fell off, exposing his chest.
Xu Mu narrowed his eyes. He noticed many small bruises on the man's arms and chest. Upon closer inspection, he realized they were all needle marks.
"Are you from the Eternal Research Institute?"
Xu Mu asked sternly.
"Boy, you know quite a lot, but you still guessed wrong. What the hell is the Immortality Research Institute? You should say that the Immortality Research Institute belongs to us!"
The middle-aged man grinned. "Let me go, and I won't kill you."
"You can't kill me anyway, so your proposal is invalid."
Xu Mu said indifferently. "No wonder you don't fear pain. So you're on drugs."
As he spoke, he raised his left hand, his palm covered in a dark golden light.
The light, like a viscous liquid, dripped from Xu Mu's palm onto the man. In the blink of an eye, the light coated his entire body.
In an instant, the man's body melted away and vanished, and the dark golden light was retracted by Xu Mu.
With the Immortality Research Institute involved, the danger here was absolutely lethal. He had definitely let his guard down this time.
However, he was also secretly relieved that he hadn't brought Meng Wanyue, Dai Xingluo, and the others along.
Shi Fumeng stared at Xu Mu, stumbling backward in terror. "Is this... Gu?"
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
