"Can’t understand words, huh? How did you find the Totem Altar so quickly?"
The young priest, wearing a half-faced mask and gripping a staff, had hair standing stiffly atop his head.
"Want to know? Keep dreaming." Lin Xuan knew that even if he spoke, they wouldn’t spare him.
Besides, there was no real reason—finding this place was just dumb luck.
"Insolent human." The young priest decided to keep them alive for a few days, slowly torturing the truth out of them.
Su Luo, standing nearby, couldn’t just watch—this opponent was far beyond what Lin Xuan and the others could handle.
Of course, if Lin Xuan somehow survived this, Elder Yan would be the one to die.
And Elder Yan was a crucial figure.
In an instant, Su Luo donned a black robe with practiced ease, appearing abruptly before the young priest.
"Hello. Fight me instead. Somewhere else."
He gave the priest no time to question, kicking him away with a single strike.
The Wind Shadow Leopard King froze—how could the young priest, so powerful, be sent flying like that?
A human expert!
Impossible—he’d scanned the area earlier and sensed no strong presence!
The young priest should be able to handle this… this was the young priest, after all.
Still, to ensure no mistakes, the Leopard King resolved to finish off the others quickly and rush to the priest’s aid.
In his eyes, the young priest’s life mattered far more than his own.
With the beast’s strongest fighter gone, Lin Xuan and the others found their burden lightened—now, the remaining enemies weren’t unbeatable.
......
The young priest flew a considerable distance before steadying himself.
Su Luo arrived before him just as he halted.
Only then did the priest take a proper look at the black-robed figure.
He hesitated—the High Priest had warned him to flee if danger arose.
But this situation…
The man didn’t feel particularly threatening. No overwhelming sense of peril.
Then Su Luo drew Xia Ying.
No—this was danger!
The priest’s staff flared, conjuring a green barrier around him.
Still uneasy, he layered two more shields, basking in the security of triple protection.
"Overkill, don’t you think? My cultivation’s beneath yours."
"Can’t afford carelessness. Answer me—do you know the location of our altar?"
The question was a bluff, nothing more.
"Enough talk. Time’s precious—let’s fight."
The young priest struck first.
"Vortex of Thunder!"
A whirlpool of lightning erupted beneath Su Luo’s feet.
He barely dodged—only for another vortex to form above him, impossible to evade.
Su Luo stopped resisting, letting the electricity engulf him.
The priest grinned, certain of victory—until pain lanced through his own body.
What? How had the attack bypassed all three shields?
Frantically, he searched for any trick Su Luo might have played, but found nothing.
Naturally, it was Shared Suffering.
"Troublesome." Su Luo flicked the residual lightning away dismissively.
Currently, Su Luo was at the mid-stage of Dongxu, while the priest had reached the late stage.
Not a major gap—Su Luo’s accumulated stat boosts helped bridge the difference.
But seeing Su Luo’s strength, the priest wasted no time, channeling the altar’s power.
A priest drawing on an altar’s energy was formidable—he devoured its reserves greedily until satisfied, then ceased.
His cultivation surged from late-stage Dongxu to peak, albeit temporarily.
Hence the trouble.
Victory wasn’t impossible, but it wouldn’t come easily.
After steamrolling weaker foes, this sudden high-stakes battle was… jarring.
"Frostbound Realm!"
The priest excelled in spellcraft—this domain slowed movement and revealed enemies.
Su Luo answered with a simple sword thrust, already at the priest’s throat.
An ice shield materialized, spikes lancing toward Su Luo in retaliation.
He didn’t bother dodging—his blade shattered both ice and one green barrier.
The priest scrambled back; close combat wasn’t his forte.
"Meteor Shower!"
Searing fireballs rained down.
These, Su Luo didn’t even try to avoid.
The moment they formed, he seized control.
Shielded though he was, the priest couldn’t comprehend it.
Even if Su Luo hijacked his spells, there should be traces—yet he detected nothing.
This human… was unnatural.
Su Luo closed the distance again, his sword piercing through the last two shields.
A beam erupted from the priest’s staff, blasting Su Luo point-blank.
He retreated hastily.
By now, he’d noticed—every injury he dealt, he suffered in turn.
Some twisted curse, he assumed.
But he wouldn’t stop attacking. He was confident he’d outlast Su Luo.
Buffing himself with speed and power enhancements, the priest unleashed a relentless barrage.
Su Luo didn’t tank every hit—while his damage reduction halved the pain, 50% wasn’t 100%. No need for unnecessary suffering.
Still, dodging everything proved impossible. The priest’s prowess was real, leaving Su Luo with minor wounds.
The priest swelled with pride—killing such a human would be worth it.
Seizing an opening, Su Luo stepped forward—and in the next instant, stood before the priest.
His sword lashed out.
"Phantom Shift!" Panicked, the priest blurred, reappearing yards away.
Su Luo’s gaze was already locked onto his new position.
A shiver of dread ran down the priest’s spine.
Why? He held every advantage—why did this feel so desperate?
"No! His cultivation is inferior! The altar empowers me! I can’t lose!"
Swinging his staff wildly, he drained a massive portion of his mana, coalescing it into a spear—plain, unremarkable, its power concealed.
"Piercing Spear."
It shot toward Su Luo at blinding speed.
The priest watched eagerly. This was one of the Ten Forbidden Arts of the priesthood—all force concentrated into the spear’s tip, capable of piercing anything.
Even if dodged, it could be guided.
Su Luo knew taking this hit, even with damage reduction, would hurt.
So he didn’t evade.
[Tiny Shield]
The priest smirked. Foolish—this spear’s true might erupted on impact.
That pathetic shield blocking the Piercing Spear?
Laughable.
The spear struck—and the shield held.
The priest detonated its power, amplifying its piercing force tenfold.
"Die!"
Yet… nothing happened. The spear vanished against the shield, not even a scratch left behind.
The priest gaped.
"My turn."
Su Luo’s sword descended, a wave of sword qi roaring toward him.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.
