Thud, thud, thud.
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed.
Yun stepped forward, sword in hand, having shattered the formation Su Luo had set up with a single strike.
Su Luo stared at Yun in disbelief. Though he had witnessed countless scenes before, this was one he had never imagined.
Yun walked past Su Luo and stood before him. "Let me handle it from here," she said.
The East Extreme Demon Lord threw another punch, sending several demonic energy projectiles flying—testing the waters.
Yet Yun effortlessly sliced through every attack with her sword.
"Who are you?!" the East Extreme Demon Lord roared.
But Yun turned to face Su Luo instead. "This might be a bit late, but let me introduce myself properly—Nangong Xiyun."
Su Luo's face twisted in confusion. How could this be?
He couldn’t accept it. For the longest time, he had believed everything was under his control.
How could Yun be Nangong Xiyun?
Nangong Xiyun wore a faintly apologetic expression before turning back to the East Extreme Demon Lord. Regardless of the circumstances, eliminating him took priority now.
"Nangong Xiyun… I know you." Hearing her name, the East Extreme Demon Lord immediately considered retreat.
At the first sign of trouble, the Heavenly Demon Sect was quick to flee.
Nangong Xiyun had no interest in conversation.
Right now, her mood was far from pleasant.
Had Su Luo truly resorted to a life-draining technique earlier, it would have broken her heart.
Knowing the Heavenly Demon Sect’s penchant for escape, Nangong Xiyun left no openings. She activated her Sword Domain, countless blades materializing to seal the surrounding space.
This was one of the abilities she had attained upon reaching the Great Ascension realm—using her sword to lock down an area.
The East Extreme Demon Lord’s expression darkened. Just a few exchanges had given him a rough grasp of Nangong Xiyun’s strength.
At his peak, he might have stood a chance, but Su Luo had already worn him down considerably.
He racked his brain for a way out of this dead end.
Yet Nangong Xiyun’s sword strikes forced him to remain on the defensive. The slightest lapse in focus meant death.
Her swordplay was nothing like Su Luo’s—every slash carried the weight of annihilation.
Su Luo watched their battle, finally accepting that Yun was indeed Nangong Xiyun.
That swordsmanship left no room for doubt.
How absurd.
Little Yu approached Su Luo, concern in her eyes.
Su Luo asked, "Little Yu, what do you think?"
"I… I don’t know either." Little Yu hadn’t expected Yun to be Nangong Xiyun, but even so, she saw no issue with it.
From her perspective, Nangong Xiyun had always been decent—at least during their time in the Seven Stars Sword Sect.
The East Extreme Demon Lord fought desperately, but the more he struggled, the more he faltered.
Even after burning his life force for a burst of power, his earlier battle with Su Luo had taken too much out of him.
Now, facing an opponent of equal—if not greater—strength, the odds were stacked against him.
Worst of all, escape seemed impossible. He even contemplated self-destruction.
But having narrowly escaped death before, he hesitated to take that final step.
"Don’t bother. You won’t escape." Nangong Xiyun’s blade widened one of his wounds.
The East Extreme Demon Lord ignored the injury, counterattacking wildly. His life-burning technique had a time limit.
"You think you’ve already won? And stop talking like him—acting so sure of victory! I’m not weak!"
Su Luo was one thing, but now you’re looking down on me too?!
Gritting his teeth, he burned more of his life force, but the gains were minimal this time.
Even such desperate measures had their limits.
Su Luo observed Nangong Xiyun. Without a doubt, she was far stronger than she should have been at this point in the story.
How had things spiraled so far out of his expectations? Where had he gone wrong?
Wait—had Yun been replaced at some point?
Su Luo couldn’t help but entertain the thought. The idea that Yun had been Nangong Xiyun from the start was too much to swallow.
And why would Nangong Xiyun hide by his side?
Su Luo stared at her, utterly lost.
But one answer became clear—the East Extreme Demon Lord was about to die.
Nangong Xiyun’s sword gleamed with radiant light.
For a long time now, her fighting style had been deceptively simple. A single swing carried devastating force, and only on rare occasions did she employ flashy techniques.
One slash.
The East Extreme Demon Lord’s eyes widened in horror as he stared at his ruined left arm, despair and fury twisting his expression.
Clenching his teeth, he raised his trembling right arm, gathering every ounce of power for a final strike.
But just as his fist neared its target—
A sickening crack.
His right arm was gone too.
Without hesitation, he turned to flee.
Yet within the Sword Domain, there was nowhere to run.
He kicked at the barrier, but his demonic energy was too depleted to break through.
Nangong Xiyun raised her sword, and the countless blades within the domain aligned with her will—all pointing at the East Extreme Demon Lord.
"No! I won’t die! I am the East Extreme Demon Lord, one of the Heavenly Demon Sect’s Four Great Demons!"
His roar fell on deaf ears.
The swords pierced through him.
Nangong Xiyun gathered her strength and delivered the final blow, erasing the East Extreme Demon Lord from existence.
Not a single fragment remained—no chance of survival.
The East Extreme Demon Lord was dead.
Nangong Xiyun’s power was terrifying. Though newly ascended to the Great Ascension realm, her foundation made her superior to peers of the same level.
Even while playing the role of Yun, she had never stopped refining her strength, occasionally drawing inspiration from Su Luo’s methods.
She had always been formidable.
Su Luo knew this better than anyone.
With the battle over, Nangong Xiyun approached Su Luo.
Silence stretched between them.
Little Yu lingered nearby, sensing the tension.
Finally, Su Luo spoke. "When did this start?"
"From the very beginning. Yun was me, and I am Nangong Xiyun."
"Why deceive me?"
"I…"
Nangong Xiyun struggled to explain. No matter what she said, Su Luo wouldn’t believe her.
Because he had no idea she had been watching him long before this.
Just then, the labyrinth trembled—on the verge of collapse.
Nangong Xiyun grabbed Su Luo and Little Yu.
Su Luo instinctively seized her wrist. In his mind, Nangong Xiyun was still his enemy.
But he quickly released her. If she had wanted to harm him, she’d had countless opportunities before—even moments ago.
In a low voice, Nangong Xiyun said, "I’ll get you out."
Su Luo fell silent.
How was he supposed to face her?
The subordinate he had trusted all along… was Nangong Xiyun.
This was something he had never dared imagine.
Nangong Xiyun faced the same dilemma. Though she had mentally prepared herself, considering various ways to handle it—playing dumb, brushing it off with a lighthearted joke...
Yet when the moment truly arrived, she found herself at a loss.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
【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.)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
