Ten Thousand Bone Demon Abyss.
One year later.
This deadly wasteland, a place even mighty Soul Formation stage experts were reluctant to step foot in, was shrouded in black demonic miasma all year round.
On a steep cliff at the edge of the abyss.
The space suddenly distorted without any warning.
A figure in tattered black clothes slowly walked out from the thick, impenetrable demonic energy.
Shen Fei.
He didn't ride a flying sword, nor did he release any spiritual energy shield.
The demonic miasma, potent enough to corrode a Nascent Soul stage cultivator into bare bones, docilely parted ways when it came within three feet of his body, as if encountering a far more terrifying monster of the same origin.
Shen Fei stood on the cliff.
He took a deep breath of the long-lost fresh air of the outside world.
Crack, crack, crack...
He casually rolled his neck and stretched his shoulders, his bones emitting a series of explosive pops that sounded like muffled thunder.
For a whole year.
He had tirelessly circulated the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art day and night within this natural furnace of demonic energy.
On his system panel, a line of golden data floated quietly:
[Physique: Heavenly Demon Body (Broken through to SS+ Rank)!]
[Current Status: Physical strength can withstand a full-power strike from an early Soul Formation stage expert. Immune to all demonic cultivation techniques and sinister yin energy, with an added assimilation and devouring effect.]
Shen Fei looked at this data.
His pitch-black eyes were as deep as an abyss.
His cultivation base was still at the early Nascent Soul stage, but his combat power had taken a qualitative leap compared to a year ago in the Sunset Abyss.
He looked up into the distance.
The Taixuan Holy Land's global arrest warrant for him was still in effect.
As long as he showed his true face in any market town, he would immediately draw the pursuit of old monsters at the Soul Formation stage.
Time to change identities.
Shen Fei said plainly.
He was just about to leave the cliff to hunt for his next prey.
Suddenly.
Boom!
From behind a mountain ridge less than ten miles away, the intense sound of spiritual energy colliding rang out.
It was accompanied by the roar of exploding magical artifacts and a shrill scream.
Shen Fei stopped in his tracks.
He didn't release his divine sense to investigate, so as not to alert the enemy.
Instead, relying on the monstrous eyesight granted by his SS+ Rank Heavenly Demon Body, he peered straight through the distant mist.
On a rocky shore below the ridge.
A deadly pursuit was underway.
The one being hunted was a young cultivator in a moon-white brocade robe.
He was at the early Nascent Soul stage.
He was covered in blood, his hair in disarray, and the top-grade spiritual sword in his hand was already full of chips.
And behind him.
Four cultivators wearing uniform black robes were closing in, forming a fan shape.
Two were at the early Nascent Soul stage, and two were at the peak of the Golden Core stage.
Chu Yuan! You can't escape!
The leading black-robed cultivator sneered, summoning a soul-calling banner that exuded black smoke.
Hand over the formation map of that top-grade spirit vein, and I'll give you a quick death! Otherwise, today, the True Legend Holy Son of the Lingxiao Pavilion will become the main soul within my banner!
The young cultivator named Chu Yuan gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.
You Xuanhei Palace scum! You dare ambush me at the edge of the Ten Thousand Bone Demon Abyss? Aren't you afraid of the Lingxiao Pavilion's revenge?!
Hahahaha! Revenge?
The black-robed cultivator laughed uproariously.
This is a lawless dead zone! As long as you die here, who would know we did it? By then, that spirit vein will be in the bag for our Xuanhei Palace!
Do it! Stop wasting time with him!
The four men activated their magical artifacts simultaneously, unleashing a sky-covering barrage of colorful lethal attacks toward Chu Yuan.
Chu Yuan closed his eyes in despair.
The spiritual energy in his body was completely exhausted; he was utterly powerless to block this fatal strike.
Above the ridge.
Shen Fei watched this scene quietly.
His gaze lingered for two seconds on the jade identity token hanging at Chu Yuan's waist, which bore the characters Lingxiao.
Lingxiao Pavilion.
A mid-tier righteous faction.
True Legend Holy Son.
In his mind, Shen Fei pieced these terms together.
It was a perfect alt account that would allow him to openly return to the core circle of the Righteous Alliance.
System.
Shen Fei called out to the panel in his mind.
Extract the Thousand Illusions Mask.
[Ding!]
[Thousand Illusions Mask (Special Item): Can completely strip a target's facial features, aura, and all memories from the past three months. The user will perfectly disguise themselves as the target, ignoring any divine sense probing below the Soul Formation stage.]
[Note: The stripping process is irreversible. The target must be in an unresisting state.]
A transparent mask, thin as a cicada's wing and devoid of any facial features, appeared in Shen Fei's hand.
This was a strategic-level item he had redeemed from the System Shop using the Villain Points he had accumulated earlier.
Shen Fei gripped the mask in his hand.
His figure flashed.
He leaped directly down from the ridge.
On the rocky shore.
Chu Yuan had his eyes closed, waiting for death.
However.
The expected bombardment of magical artifacts never landed on him.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four muffled explosions rang out almost simultaneously.
Chu Yuan snapped his eyes open.
He saw the most unbelievable scene of his entire life.
Those four previously arrogant and domineering Xuanhei Palace cultivators.
Now, they had been reduced to four headless corpses.
Blood sprayed wildly as they collapsed limply into the pile of rocks.
Standing amidst them.
Was a man in tattered black clothes.
Shen Fei.
He hadn't even drawn a sword, nor had he used any spells.
Relying solely on the terrifying speed and strength of his SS+ Rank Heavenly Demon Body, he had crushed the heads of four cultivators of the same realm with his bare hands in an instant.
Clean.
Crisp.
Not a single wasted movement.
Chu Yuan stared blankly at this savior who had suddenly appeared.
His mind was completely blank.
Th... thank you, Senior, for saving my life!
Chu Yuan snapped back to reality and hurriedly struggled to kneel on the ground, his voice trembling.
He thought he had encountered some rogue mighty cultivator living in seclusion at the edge of the Demon Abyss.
This junior is Chu Yuan, the True Legend Holy Son of the Lingxiao Pavilion. For Senior's great grace, the Lingxiao Pavilion will surely offer a heavy reward!
Shen Fei turned around.
His pitch-black eyes calmly looked at Chu Yuan kneeling on the ground.
No need to thank me.
Shen Fei's voice lacked any trace of warmth.
He walked step by step until he was right in front of Chu Yuan.
Your identity is the best reward.
Chu Yuan froze.
He didn't quite understand the meaning behind those words yet.
Shen Fei's right hand shot out like lightning.
He grabbed Chu Yuan by the neck and lifted his entire body off the ground.
Urgh...
Chu Yuan struggled in terror, but his depleted spiritual energy was worse than a mere ant's in Shen Fei's grasp.
Shen Fei didn't kill him.
In his left hand, he held the transparent Thousand Illusions Mask.
He pressed it directly onto Chu Yuan's face, which was twisted from suffocation.
Buzz!
The moment the mask touched Chu Yuan's skin, it erupted with a blinding white light.
Ah!!!
Chu Yuan let out a shrill, bloodcurdling scream.
He felt as if his soul was being forcibly torn apart by some terrifying power. His memories from the past three months, the aura of his cultivation techniques, and even his speaking habits and tone.
All of it was being frantically extracted and copied by this mask!
Ten seconds later.
The white light dissipated.
Shen Fei let go.
Chu Yuan collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, his eyes rolling back as he completely lost consciousness.
Although he wasn't dead, his divine sense had suffered severe trauma, and there was no way he would wake up anytime soon.
Shen Fei looked at the mask in his hand, which had already taken on the appearance of Chu Yuan.
He did not hesitate.
He placed the mask directly onto his face.
After a strange, writhing sensation, Shen Fei's figure, bone structure, and facial contours began to change visibly.
A moment later.
The person standing there was no longer Shen Fei, the demon wanted across the entire domain.
Instead, it was Chu Yuan, the Holy Son of the Lingxiao Pavilion—a man with a handsome face and an ethereal temperament, though currently looking rather pale and bearing the aura of someone heavily injured.
Even the spiritual energy fluctuations radiating from his body perfectly simulated the aura of the orthodox cultivation techniques unique to the Lingxiao Pavilion.
Early Nascent Soul stage.
Without a single flaw.
Shen Fei looked down at his own hands.
In his mind, Chu Yuan's memories from the past three months flashed by like a slideshow.
The internal interpersonal relationships of the Lingxiao Pavilion.
The details of this mission to search for spiritual veins.
And the upcoming Prodigy Tournament, an event that concerned the interests of the entire state.
Shen Fei quickly digested this information.
He walked over to the unconscious, real Chu Yuan.
He thought for a second.
He didn't move in for the kill.
This real Holy Son was still useful alive. If he ever needed to shed this disguise in the future, or if he encountered an unexplainable dead end, the original owner would make the perfect scapegoat.
Shen Fei grabbed Chu Yuan by the collar.
He walked to an extremely well-hidden natural cave nearby.
And threw Chu Yuan inside.
Then, with a single palm strike, he shattered the rocks above the cave entrance.
Massive boulders crashed down, completely sealing the cave off.
Having done all this.
Shen Fei turned around.
He picked up the chipped, top-grade spiritual sword from the ground and held it in his hand.
He straightened the bloodstained, moon-white brocade robe he was wearing.
He took a deep breath.
The coldness and brutality in his eyes instantly vanished.
They were replaced by the relief of surviving a disaster, along with a trace of the arrogance belonging to an orthodox prodigy.
Profound Black Palace...
Shen Fei imitated Chu Yuan's tone and cursed in a low, teeth-gritting whisper.
Then.
Dragging his heavily injured body.
He staggered step by step toward the direction of the Lingxiao Pavilion.
Night fell.
When Shen Fei, in the guise of Chu Yuan, stumbled up to the mountain gates of the Lingxiao Pavilion.
The guarding disciples turned pale with fright.
It is Senior Brother Holy Son!
Senior Brother Holy Son has returned! Hurry and report to the Pavilion Master!
The entire Lingxiao Pavilion was instantly alarmed.
Several inner sect elders rushed over and carried the heavily injured and unconscious Shen Fei into the main hall of the sect.
No one doubted his identity.
The disguise of the Thousand Illusions Mask flawlessly deceived everyone's divine sense probes.
Shen Fei lay on the Lingxiao Pavilion's highest-grade healing jade bed.
With his eyes closed.
He felt the anxious and concerned gazes of the orthodox cultivators surrounding him.
The corners of his mouth, hidden in the shadows where no one could see.
Curled up slightly.
Orthodox Alliance.
I have returned.
...
That same night.
Tens of thousands of miles away from the Lingxiao Pavilion.
In the secret chamber of the sect leader of the Blood Fiend Sect.
Liu Tianxing stared at a slip of paper that had suddenly appeared in his hidden compartment.
There was only one sentence on it:
Continue investigating the clues regarding Meng Chuan. Do not alert the enemy. Wait for my instructions.
Liu Tianxing looked at the familiar handwriting.
His entire body shuddered.
That Demon King who had disappeared for a year.
He had appeared once again.
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!
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.”
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.
