“You said we’d meet in the Upper Realm.”
“I’m here for the appointment.”
At the bottom of the basin in the Sunset Abyss.
Purple poisonous mist rolled at the edge of the broken array.
Shen Fei’s voice wasn’t loud, but it clearly pierced through the howling turbulence of spiritual power, smashing against Li Miaoyuan’s eardrums.
Li Miaoyuan slumped beside that black meteorite.
He was covered in blood, his purple-gold Daoist robe in tatters.
The shredded flesh of two Golden Core Completion Dao Protectors was still scattered less than ten steps away from him.
He stared fixedly at the man in the gray rogue cultivator robe before him.
Shock.
Astonishment.
And then, an uncontrollable shudder.
“Shen Fei…”
Li Miaoyuan’s voice was as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing together.
He could never have imagined.
That this mortal demon would actually dare to chase him to the Upper Realm!
And, not only had he come.
But right at the critical juncture when he needed to break through the most, in this natural dead zone where even Nascent Soul stage cultivators had a slim chance of survival, he had laid down such a vicious, interlocking killing trap.
Forcefully, he had slaughtered all the guards by his side and rigidly suppressed his cultivation to the Golden Core Completion stage!
“How… how could you…”
Li Miaoyuan struggled to stand up, but the intense pain in his chest made him fall back down.
“How could you know my whereabouts? How could you set up an array of this level?!”
Li Miaoyuan’s eyes were filled with unwillingness and madness.
He was the Outer Region Holy Son of the Taixuan Holy Land!
He was the Child of Destiny, favored by the Heavenly Dao and blessed with immense luck!
He was supposed to break through to the mid-Nascent Soul stage after obtaining the Nine Nether Yellow Springs Grass, and then descend upon the mortal realm with the supreme majesty of the Holy Land, exterminating Shen Fei’s entire family!
The script wasn’t supposed to be like this!
Shen Fei looked at the crazed Li Miaoyuan.
He didn’t answer his foolish questions.
Villains never needed to explain their trump cards to dead men.
“Do you have any last words?”
Shen Fei took a step forward.
The dark gold Heavenly Demon spiritual power within his body erupted completely, without any reservation, at this moment!
“Boom!”
The cultivation of the early Golden Core stage, enhanced by the Heavenly Demon Body, emitted a pressure that was not in the least bit weaker than Li Miaoyuan, who was suppressed by the trapping array.
The remaining poisonous mist around them was instantly pushed away by this violent wave of air.
“Last words?”
Li Miaoyuan suddenly burst into maniacal laughter.
Coughing up blood, he stared fixedly at Shen Fei with those bloodshot eyes.
“Shen Fei! Do you think you’ve definitely won?!”
“This is the Upper Realm! Not your mortal pigsty where you can do whatever you want!”
Li Miaoyuan fiercely bit the tip of his tongue.
He spat a mouthful of life essence blood onto the natal flying sword in his hand, which was already covered in cracks.
“I am the Taixuan Holy Son! Destiny is with me!”
“Even if my cultivation is suppressed, killing an ant like you who just ascended is as easy as turning over my hand!”
“Taixuan Sword Art! Slash!”
Li Miaoyuan roared, frantically pouring all the remaining spiritual power in his body into the flying sword.
“Clang—!”
The flying sword let out a mournful sword cry.
It transformed into a brilliant golden rainbow, carrying the supreme sword intent inherited from the Taixuan Holy Land, tearing through the air and heading straight for the center of Shen Fei’s forehead!
This sword strike, although only possessing the power of a Golden Core Completion stage.
Contained an understanding of laws that far exceeded that of ordinary Golden Core cultivators.
This was Li Miaoyuan’s desperate, life-risking strike in a hopeless situation.
Facing this earth-shattering sword strike.
Shen Fei didn’t dodge.
Nor did he use any defensive magical treasures.
He simply, calmly, raised his right hand.
“Destiny?”
The corner of Shen Fei’s mouth twitched.
That was the purest contempt for the so-called “Heavenly Dao.”
“Your destiny has come to an end.”
“Boom!”
Shen Fei’s right hand directly met that golden sword rainbow, striking out with a palm!
He didn’t use any flashy moves.
It was just the pure physical strength of the Heavenly Demon Body, coupled with the domineering and unparalleled devouring attribute of the “Heaven Devouring Demonic Art.”
“Bang!!!”
A deafening explosion echoed in the basin.
Li Miaoyuan’s natal flying sword, into which he had poured all his hopes.
In the instant it touched Shen Fei’s palm.
It was as if it had crashed into an unshakeable ancient divine mountain!
The golden sword intent on the sword body was instantly torn apart and devoured by the black vortex erupting from Shen Fei’s palm!
“Crack…”
The crisp sound of shattering rang out once again.
That flying sword, which Shen Fei had crushed once in the mortal realm and later reforged in the Taixuan Holy Land.
Once again.
In Shen Fei’s hands, broke into pieces inch by inch!
It turned into a pile of scrap iron and fell to the ground.
“Pfft—”
With his natal flying sword destroyed, Li Miaoyuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
He violently spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
Smashing heavily against that black meteorite.
Shen Fei didn’t give him any chance to catch his breath.
“Swish!”
The ultimate speed of a Grandmaster erupted.
Shen Fei turned into a black afterimage and instantly appeared in front of Li Miaoyuan.
His left hand reached out.
And firmly clamped down on Li Miaoyuan’s throat!
Lifting his entire body forcefully off the ground.
“Ugh…”
Li Miaoyuan’s feet dangled in the air as he struggled desperately.
His hands tightly gripped Shen Fei’s arm, trying to mobilize the last trace of spiritual power in his body to resist.
But.
It was useless.
“Heaven Devouring Demonic Art.”
Shen Fei coldly spat out these four words.
“Boom!”
A profoundly deep black vortex erupted from Shen Fei’s palm.
This time.
What was devoured was not only Li Miaoyuan’s cultivation.
But also his SSSSS-grade luck favored by the Heavenly Dao!
And the origin of his [Ancient Dao Body] that had been baptized by the Taixuan Holy Land!
“Ah—!!!”
Li Miaoyuan let out the most mournful, most despairing scream of his life.
He felt everything within his body.
Spiritual power, vitality, and even a certain connection deep within his soul.
Were all being frantically extracted by an irresistible, terrifying force!
That feeling was like someone taking a blunt knife and slowly scraping away his bone marrow.
“You… you devil…”
Li Miaoyuan’s eyes bulged out, staring fixedly at Shen Fei.
He finally understood just what kind of existence he had provoked.
This was no mortal martial artist.
This was a monster who dared to forcefully devour even the rules of the Heavenly Dao!
“A year ago, in the mortal realm.”
Shen Fei looked at Li Miaoyuan’s rapidly shriveling face.
His tone was so flat that it lacked even a ripple of emotion.
“You relied on the Heavenly Dao’s forceful reception to escape with your life.”
“Today.”
Shen Fei’s fingers suddenly tightened.
“Let’s see how the Heavenly Dao saves you now.”
As Shen Fei’s words fell.
The speed of devouring abruptly accelerated.
The Nascent Soul origin within Li Miaoyuan’s body transformed into an extremely massive, pure stream of golden energy.
Continuously surging into Shen Fei’s body.
[Ding!]
[Detected high-dimensional luck origin injection!]
[Devouring SSSSS-grade Child of Destiny: Li Miaoyuan!]
[Warning: Detected weak fluctuations in the Upper Realm Heavenly Dao’s will, suspected to have noticed the target’s demise!]
[Heaven Devouring Demonic Art forcefully shielding heavenly secrets!]
The system’s cold notification sounds frantically flooded Shen Fei’s mind.
Shen Fei ignored the fluctuations of the Heavenly Dao.
He closed his eyes, concentrating entirely on guiding that massive energy.
Li Miaoyuan’s Nascent Soul origin was simply too massive.
Even though his cultivation had been suppressed by the trapping array, the foundation within his body was still genuinely at the Nascent Soul stage.
This surge of energy rushed into Shen Fei's Dantian.
It was like dropping a massive bomb into a calm lake.
The cultivation bottleneck of Shen Fei's Early Golden Core stage, under the violent impact of this energy, was instantly covered in cracks!
"Break!"
Shen Fei shouted in his heart.
"Boom!!!"
A muffled roar echoed within his body.
Mid Golden Core!
Late Golden Core!
Peak Golden Core!
Shen Fei's cultivation skyrocketed all the way as if strapped to a rocket!
Meanwhile, Li Miaoyuan's body withered at a visible rate.
A minute later.
Li Miaoyuan's struggles ceased completely.
His golden eyes, once full of arrogance and haughtiness, completely lost all their luster.
He was reduced to a skin-and-bones mummy.
Shen Fei released his grip.
"Thud."
Li Miaoyuan's corpse fell beside the meteorite.
It crumbled into a pile of pale gray dust, scattering in the wind.
The fated enemy of the fourth volume.
The Outer Region Holy Son of the Supreme Profound Holy Land.
Li Miaoyuan.
Had completely perished, his body and Dao eradicated.
Not even a shred of his soul remained.
[Ding!]
[Child of Destiny Li Miaoyuan has been completely eradicated!]
[Successfully devoured Nascent Soul Origin, Ancient Dao Body, and SSSSS-grade Destiny!]
[Congratulations to the host!]
[Current cultivation has surged to: Early Nascent Soul stage!]
[Heavenly Demon Body (SS-grade) strength restored to: 100%!]
[Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art has completed a new stage of evolution: can now preliminarily block high-dimensional heavenly divination!]
Shen Fei stood where he was.
He slowly opened his eyes.
A terrifying spiritual pressure, more than a hundred times stronger than before, uncontrollably leaked from his body.
Early Nascent Soul stage!
He had finally regained his footing in this high-dimensional Upper Realm.
He now possessed the true capital to flip the table.
Shen Fei clenched his fists.
Feeling the vast, ocean-like Heavenly Demon spiritual energy within him.
He turned his head and glanced at the Nine Nether Yellow Spring Grass still quietly growing in the crevice of the meteorite.
This item was no longer of much use to him now.
But he still casually plucked it and threw it into his system inventory.
Spoils of war could not be wasted.
Shen Fei looked up at the poisonous mist that lingered year-round above the Sunset Abyss.
Li Miaoyuan was dead.
The life tablet left inside Li Miaoyuan by the Supreme Profound Holy Land had surely shattered.
The fall of a top-tier sect's Holy Son would absolutely trigger a massive earthquake sweeping across the entire region.
The Soul Formation stage almighty experts of the Supreme Profound Holy Land would soon follow the karmic lines to track him down.
He could not stay here for long.
Shen Fei did not hesitate at all.
He turned and strode out of the basin.
Before leaving.
He casually waved his hand.
Dark gold Heavenly Demon spiritual energy transformed into a sea of fire, burning the entire basin and the traces of the three-layered array entirely clean.
Destroying corpses and wiping away traces.
The basic professionalism of a villain.
Shen Fei's figure soon disappeared into the dense poisonous mist of the Sunset Abyss.
He did not return to Tianji City.
Nor did he return to the Blood Fiend Sect.
He knew that what awaited him next would be a frenzied, region-wide manhunt.
But he did not panic.
"Supreme Profound Holy Land."
Shen Fei walked across the desolate Gobi desert.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
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.”
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.
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.
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!
