Su Luo took the initiative this time, swinging his sword down with tremendous force, the sheer pressure of the blade rushing straight toward Lin Xuan.
He couldn’t afford to hold back.
Lin Xuan’s eyes narrowed as he stomped his right foot into the ground, his own sword flashing upward in a swift arc to meet Su Luo’s strike head-on.
Yet, Su Luo proved superior. Sensing the disadvantage, Lin Xuan hastily retreated, minimizing the damage.
Su Luo pressed his advantage, while Lin Xuan defended cautiously.
But in Su Luo’s eyes, his defenses were full of openings.
For the first time, Lin Xuan felt utterly powerless—as if nothing he did mattered, like sinking deeper into a swamp the more he struggled.
But how could he just surrender?
He plunged his sword into the ground, his entire body enveloped in spiritual energy, his fists blazing like roaring flames.
Charging at Su Luo, he unleashed a relentless barrage of punches.
Yet Su Luo effortlessly parried every strike with a single-handed grip on his sword. Even though Lin Xuan’s fists were far more refined than his swordsmanship, it made no difference.
Su Luo always stayed one step ahead.
"Gale Pride Dragon Fist!"
A sudden whirlwind erupted behind Lin Xuan, propelling him forward at blinding speed. Clenching his fists together, a phantom dragon’s roar erupted from them, crashing toward Su Luo.
Su Luo merely took a deep breath—then let out a deafening shout. The shockwave obliterated the dragon’s spectral form mid-flight.
But Lin Xuan’s assault wasn’t over. Before he realized it, he had closed the distance, launching an uppercut.
Got him!
Yet his fist met no resistance.
"How disappointing."
Su Luo’s blade sliced into Lin Xuan once more before he leaped back, putting distance between them. "It’s about time we ended this."
Gathering his spiritual energy, Su Luo winced as his wounds flared up, coughing twice. But when he raised his head again, his entire aura had transformed.
Lin Xuan’s right hand trembled violently. His left hand clamped down on it, forcing himself to steady.
Stay calm. Focus.
"Eyes of Insight."
He concentrated all his attention into his vision. When Su Luo attacked, he would react.
True enough, Su Luo’s movements became clearer, allowing Lin Xuan to enter a state of hyper-awareness. If he could see it, he could counter.
And Su Luo was injured—even if his attacks were fiercer now, Lin Xuan could barely hold on.
I can do this. Just hold out. At least land one hit before I go down.
But then—Su Luo’s sword vanished from his sight. The next moment, the blade was already piercing through his chest.
Lin Xuan couldn’t comprehend it. Why couldn’t I see it?
"Feel the fear. This is the reality of your weakness."
Su Luo yanked the sword free and kicked Lin Xuan away, then slowly dragged his blade toward him.
He wanted Lin Xuan to savor the terror.
With each deliberate step, Su Luo intensified his killing intent to its peak.
Lin Xuan couldn’t even breathe.
I’m going to die. Die. Die. DIE—
The thought consumed him entirely.
Su Luo’s acting was flawless—Lin Xuan truly believed he would kill him.
And then, Su Luo struck.
"Goodbye."
The threat of death hurled Lin Xuan into a flashback—a moment of invincibility, where time stood still.
When the memories faded, an explosive power erupted from his body.
"I can still... fight!"
At the brink of death, Lin Xuan had broken through.
BOOM!
A shockwave blasted outward, but Su Luo had already retreated, unharmed.
Lin Xuan slowly rose, savoring the overwhelming strength of his newfound breakthrough.
This time, victory wasn’t impossible.
His eyes hardened with confidence as he strategized, calculating how to defeat Su Luo.
But Su Luo wasn’t interested. His goal achieved, he rolled back, feigning fury and frustration.
"Damn you, Lin Xuan! Next time, I’ll kill you for sure!"
With that, Su Luo fled—swift, decisive, leaving no room for Lin Xuan to even speak.
Now, all that remained was Lin Xuan, arm outstretched, staring at empty air where Su Luo had vanished.
A cold wind blew past.
Lin Xuan’s mind short-circuited.
Wait—I just got beaten half to death, finally powered up, and now you’re leaving?
That stab was for nothing? That beating was just free damage?
He stood there, utterly lost in the wind.
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Emperor Heaven Sect.
"The Heavenly Demon Sect… how bold."
Di Haoran surveyed the damage to his sect. Had he arrived any later, the losses would’ve been far worse.
The Left Envoy hadn’t expected Di Haoran’s sudden return, but he maintained his composure. "Sect Leader Di, long time no see. We brought you a gift."
"Then stay. Permanently."
Di Haoran struck without hesitation.
The Left Envoy met him head-on—but within mere exchanges, Di Haoran’s blade cleaved him in two.
Yet Di Haoran showed no satisfaction. "A clone…"
Indeed, this was merely the Left Envoy’s doppelgänger.
With the mission concluded, the Left Envoy issued the retreat order. The Heavenly Demon Sect’s forces scattered, each escaping on their own.
Di Haoran intercepted the North End Demon Lord, communicating via encrypted speech. "Why wasn’t there any intel this time?"
"The Left Envoy only announced the mission last minute. He’s grown suspicious of me—it’s been hard to operate lately."
"What else do you know?"
"Nothing concrete. The Left Envoy plans on the fly. But… the Heavenly Demon Sect will soon attack…"
The North End Demon Lord rattled off a few random locations—fabricated. If he later sent men to raid those places, they’d become "verified" intelligence.
Di Haoran had asked, after all. Might as well prove his worth.
But Di Haoran was unimpressed. The intel was clearly useless.
You call yourself one of the Four Great Heavenly Demons? Even ordinary spies bring better information.
Still, he couldn’t scold him. The man had sacrificed much for this infiltration.
Discreetly, Di Haoran passed him a storage ring before they exchanged a few more blows for appearances. The North End Demon Lord then fled smoothly.
The Heavenly Demon Sect had come fast and left faster.
Yet Di Haoran wasn’t letting them off so easily. He pursued, intent on crippling them.
The recapture of the Northern Sky Gate was imminent—he couldn’t afford their interference now.
But the Heavenly Demon Sect wasn’t to be underestimated.
Despite his strength, the Left Envoy and Right Envoy intercepted him at a critical moment, buying time for the others to escape before vanishing themselves.
In the end, Di Haoran had only managed to wound the Heavenly Demon Sect—not crush it.
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!"
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.
【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.”
