Seeing the three Grand Ancestors' faces sink like still water, Xuanyuan Yunting, Gongsun Yanguang, and the other family heads of the five great clans on the high platform, along with the clan elders behind them, instantly caught the scent of danger.
They stood up in unison, looking up at the sky with grave expressions, the spiritual power around their bodies fully gathering momentum.
Everyone else stood up in bewilderment, raising their heads to look at the sky. But in their vision, the sky above remained a clear blue with white clouds. It was boundless and windless, without even a trace of a breeze, let alone any threat.
"What's going on? There's nothing up there!"
"Even the five family heads have stood up. Something major is definitely about to happen!"
"Hurry up and stand guard, be careful not to get caught in the crossfire!"
Amidst the discussions, Gu Changyuan had yet to make a move. He was waiting.
A few breaths later, the runes of a teleportation array high up in the sky suddenly surged with light.
A moment later—
Three silhouettes slowly emerged from the array.
They were three men of varying heights, all clad in long black robes.
The black robes were made of a peculiar material that seemed to devour light, the hems fluttering without any wind.
Hoods concealed most of their faces, revealing only the faint outlines of their jawlines.
But the most striking feature was the pattern on their black robes—
Golden lines traced a twisted design across their chests, converging and connecting on their backs to ultimately form a sinister character: "Emperor".
People from the Immortal Realm's Imperial Court.
A surging aura emanated from the three of them—it was the aura of Immortal Kings.
But the moment this aura rushed out of the array, it was ruthlessly suppressed by the worldly laws of the Jiuxiao Realm, instantly plummeting until it stabilized at the peak of the Half-Immortal realm.
As the three stepped out of the teleportation array, the massive formation began to shatter, turning into countless motes of light that dissipated into the void.
The leader among them raised his right hand and gave a gentle wave.
A power of law spread out from the three of them, instantly enveloping their surroundings.
Wherever that power of law passed, space began to distort and blur, ultimately turning into a patch of chaos—not true chaos, but an eerie state caught between existence and non-existence.
Looking from the outside, that patch of space seemed to have been erased from the world; nothing could be seen, and nothing could be sensed.
Having done all this, the three were just about to investigate the situation in the lower realm.
However—
"Hmph."
A cold scoff escaped Gu Changyuan's nose.
He raised his right hand toward that concealed patch of void.
"Since you're already here."
His voice was not loud, but it echoed through the heavens like a peal of thunder!
"What's the point of hiding?"
As his words fell—
His right hand suddenly clenched into a fist!
"Roar—!!!"
A heaven-shaking dragon roar abruptly exploded.
Above in the firmament, the void was violently torn open.
A massive purple-gold dragon head fiercely charged out from the spatial rift.
The dragon head was terrifyingly huge, easily a hundred fathoms wide! Its horns were towering and majestic, its whiskers flying in the wind, and its dragon eyes were like two purple-gold suns, exuding a suffocating coercion!
The dragon's maw opened wide, revealing fangs as sharp as swords.
Carrying a might capable of destroying the heavens and exterminating the world, the purple-gold dragon head viciously bit down toward that hidden void!
"Bang—!!!"
The heavens collapsed and the earth shattered!
In that instant, the entire sky above Tianji City was violently ripped apart.
That patch of void, shrouded and rendered invisible by the power of laws, shattered inch by inch under the bite of the purple-gold dragon head.
The chaos dispersed, the laws were annihilated, and three wretched silhouettes were forcefully blasted out from the fragmented space.
"Pfft!"
The three black-robed figures shot out wildly from the shattered space, but they were not launching an attack; rather, they were being forcibly knocked down from a height of ten thousand fathoms by that terrifying impact.
Like kites with their strings cut, the three of them wildly spewed blood all the way down. Their hoods were blown back in the blast, revealing three pale and contorted faces.
The expressions on their faces were nothing short of spectacular.
There was the extreme astonishment of being seen through the moment they arrived, the wretchedness of having their barrier broken and suffering heavy injuries, and a profound sense of disbelief and shock.
They were Immortal King experts personally dispatched to the lower realm by the Imperial Court. Their mission was to purge the members of the five great families in the Jiuxiao Realm, pulling them up by the roots.
Even under the suppression of the lower realm's laws, their spatial secret arts were virtually invincible, impossible for anyone to break.
But who could have imagined that right upon stepping into the Jiuxiao Realm, before even catching a glimpse of their targets, they would be exposed on the spot, and their proud secret art would be broken in a single move.
They looked down at themselves, then up at the black-clad figure standing below with his hands clasped behind his back, their eyes filled with incredulity.
How... how is this possible?!
The three exchanged glances, each seeing the same shock in the others' eyes.
Meanwhile, down below, the moment Zhuge Dancheng, Gongsun Xiangming, and Xuanyuan Feiyue clearly saw the attire of those three figures—
Their expressions instantly turned as dark as ink.
That twisted "Emperor" character pattern, those black robes—they were all too familiar with them.
It was the Imperial Court!
Zhuge Dancheng made his move.
The aura around him erupted explosively, like a volcano that had been dormant for ten thousand years suddenly blowing its top!
Although that aura was suppressed to the peak of the Half-Immortal realm by the laws of the Jiuxiao Realm, its essence was still that of an Immortal King, a terrifying existence capable of making the world change color!
"Wild dogs of the Imperial Court—die!"
He roared furiously, his figure transforming into a streak of light as he took the lead in charging toward those three Immortal Kings of the Imperial Court.
Gongsun Xiangming and Xuanyuan Feiyue followed closely behind.
The three auras intertwined and converged in midair, forming an apocalyptic torrent. Wherever it passed, the void crumbled inch by inch, leaving behind pitch-black rifts.
The expressions of the three Imperial Court Immortal Kings changed slightly.
Having just been blasted out of their concealed state by Gu Changyuan's strike, they were still somewhat disheveled. But they were Immortal Kings after all, and they steadied their minds in an instant.
The leader scoffed coldly, his hands forming hand seals—
"Hum!"
A dark gold barrier of light instantly condensed in front of the three of them!
The light barrier was translucent, its surface swirling with countless profound runes. Each rune trembled slightly, exuding a heart-palpitating pressure.
"Boom—!!!"
Zhuge Dancheng's sword was the first to slash against the barrier.
It was an ancient, unadorned longsword with a broad and thick blade, dark red light flowing along its edge.
That was his natal sword, condensed from his own Immortal King Dao rhythm. Even though it was suppressed, its sword intent remained terrifying.
The moment the sword light collided with the barrier, a visible shockwave rippled out in all directions.
Wherever it passed, the void undulated violently like the surface of water, even forming dense, fine cracks.
The golden barrier trembled violently, the runes on its surface flashing madly as cracks spread outward like a spiderweb.
But—it held firm.
Zhuge Dancheng's eyes narrowed. Without losing any momentum, his second and third sword strikes fell in rapid succession.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Gongsun Xiangming arrived at the exact same moment!
He did not use a sword.
His weapons were his fists.
"Hah—!"
He let out an explosive shout, throwing a fierce right punch.
On that fist, purple-gold light shone as blindingly as the scorching sun. That was the "Purple Apex Golden Body" he had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, allowing him to clash with all myriad laws using nothing but his physical body.
"Bang!!!"
The punch slammed into the barrier, causing the entire shield to shudder violently as the cracks instantly expanded several times over.
Gongsun Xiangming remained expressionless, his left fist immediately following up with another strike—
"Bang!!!"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
