"Lin Xuan!" Su Luo came to provoke Lin Xuan again, displaying his anger to the fullest.
Yes, it was supposed to be Su Luo who had arranged for someone to teach Lin Xuan a lesson, but it ended up becoming Lin Xuan's achievement.
It made Su Luo look like he was here to assist Lin Xuan, even assisting his enemy.
Nothing could be more frustrating than this, and anyone would be upset.
Of course, Su Luo had to act furious.
And this time, it was all about drawing out Qin San. After this, there wouldn’t be much plot for a while.
Lin Xuan, already accustomed to the outburst, calmly said, "You're here."
"Yes, this time, you won’t be so lucky. I’ll make you understand the consequences of offending me."
"Mm-hmm, so who is it this time?"
"Qin San."
Su Luo said proudly, as not just anyone could get Qin San to act.
"Are you sure?"
Lin Xuan was stunned. He never expected it to be this person.
One of the faces of the Seven Stars Sword Sect’s disciples, and he’s problematic?
The previous small fry were one thing, but even Qin San?
The demonic path was truly good at hiding.
Upon hearing the name, Lin Xuan couldn’t help but frown. This was going to be tough.
Su Luo found it strange. What was there to be unsure about? Did he think I couldn’t call someone like this? Who did he think I was?
"Of course, who do you think I am?"
"I see. Thanks for your effort."
"No problem."
Upon hearing "thanks for your effort," Su Luo naturally replied with "no problem," but then he realized something was off.
Wait, what do you mean you see? And what’s with thanking me? I’m here to have you beaten up, and you’re thanking me?
What kind of weird fetish is this?
Did the previous three beat you senseless? But that shouldn’t be the case. Lin Xuan, you’re not that weak.
"Lin Xuan, is your brain okay?"
"It’s fine. I’ve clearly received your message. Su Luo, only at this moment are you my brother. After this, we’ll have nothing to do with each other."
Su Luo, I thought with your current strength and status, finding a few small spies was already impressive, but you’ve exceeded my expectations.
You’ve even managed to reel in a big fish. You must have put in a lot of unseen effort.
At this moment, you are my brother, but on the surface, we must still act as enemies to conceal your undercover identity.
I understand that.
So, don’t worry, I won’t let you down.
I’ll take it from here. I’ll investigate Qin San, gather solid evidence, and then eliminate this spy.
Su Luo was even more confused. "Who’s your brother?"
What’s with Lin Xuan today? His attitude towards me seems to have subtly changed.
"I understand. So, as per the usual routine?"
"What routine? What routine do we have?"
Lin Xuan didn’t answer and instead launched an attack.
Su Luo, as usual, instantly fell.
So, this is the routine you’re talking about.
Well, with Lin Xuan’s intelligence, he probably already figured out that I’ve been pretending to be weak.
But he definitely doesn’t know my real strength, because Lin Xuan only recently broke through to Perfect Qi Cultivation.
Meanwhile, I’m a minor Golden Core cultivator, a whole realm above him. How could he possibly guess?
Still, the plot must go on.
"Damn it, just you wait. I’ll call for reinforcements."
"Sure, I’ll wait."
This is really strange. Lin Xuan should be impatient at this point, but now he’s acting all gentle.
It’s so gross. What’s going on?
Soon, Qin San arrived. He didn’t want to do this, but when Su Luo mentioned Elder Yan Xi, he agreed.
"Lin Xuan, do you remember what I said during the sect entrance exam?"
"You didn’t remember, or you wouldn’t have revealed Su Luo’s matter. It seems my warning meant nothing to you. In other words, you don’t respect me at all."
"So now, let’s have a spar. You don’t mind, do you?"
It was all just an excuse. Qin San simply wanted a reason to beat Lin Xuan up. During the entrance exam, he hadn’t cared at all.
But within the sect, he needed some pretext to cover his actions.
"Alright, let’s do it."
Lin Xuan had no objections. This was a good opportunity to gauge Qin San’s strength and understand the gap between them for future preparations.
Even if he lost, Lin Xuan didn’t think it would be a waste. Growth often comes from defeat.
"Good courage."
Qin San’s first move was his signature Heart-Ripping Claw.
His Golden Core strength was no joke, and the vicious angle left Lin Xuan no room to dodge.
Lin Xuan reacted a fraction too slow and couldn’t even defend himself. He was hit.
*Rip*—the sound of fabric tearing.
Not only that, but claw marks were now clearly visible on Lin Xuan’s body, with blood seeping out.
With just one move, Lin Xuan understood the gap. This was indeed beyond his current capabilities.
Su Luo, you’ve really given me a challenging task.
Su Luo didn’t care what Lin Xuan thought. Right now, he was just gleefully cheering.
"Hahaha, good, this is great! I love watching this."
Qin San had held back in that move, or else Lin Xuan would have been finished.
He couldn’t actually kill Lin Xuan. Qin San had worked too hard to hide his identity and rise to this position. He wouldn’t expose himself so easily.
"Still holding up? I haven’t even warmed up yet."
While bullying the weak gave Qin San some pleasure, Lin Xuan’s inability to fight back made him even more arrogant.
This Lin Xuan is nothing special.
Lin Xuan took a deep breath, focused his energy, and unleashed his strongest move—the Eight Extremes Collapse.
The result was as Lin Xuan expected: ineffective.
Qin San took the hit head-on and didn’t seem much worse for wear.
"That punch wasn’t bad. Too bad your cultivation level is too low. If you were at Golden Core, I might not have dared to take it. But as you are now, it’s nothing."
Qin San gave his assessment, then raised his hand again, transforming it into a dragon’s claw.
Just as he was about to strike, a voice stopped him.
"What are you doing here?"
Han Ying'er, dressed in white, happened to pass by.
"We’re just sparring," Qin San said, retracting his claws and reverting to his usual gentle demeanor.
It was this ability to switch faces that had allowed him to remain hidden in the Seven Stars Sword Sect for so long.
"Sparring? You’re just bullying Lin Xuan."
Though she said this, Han Ying'er’s tone wasn’t particularly harsh when she saw Qin San’s gentle appearance.
"Senior Sister, I’m fine."
"Fine? You’re injured. Let me take a look."
Han Ying'er gently examined Lin Xuan’s wounds with her delicate hands.
Su Luo watched from the side, muttering to himself, "Someone’s not going to sleep well tonight."
That someone was Qin San, whose eyes were now red with jealousy as he glared at Lin Xuan.
But neither Lin Xuan nor Han Ying'er noticed.
"Not bad, taking a hit from Qin San and only getting this injured. Junior Brother, you’re impressive."
Han Ying'er praised him while applying some high-quality medicine to his wounds.
"Hmph, if I hadn’t held back, he’d be dead."
"And you know you held back? Look at how badly you hurt him. That’s just too much."
"I..."
"You what? Apologize to Lin Xuan right now."
"Fine," Qin San said reluctantly. "Lin Xuan, sorry about that. I went a bit too hard."
"It’s fine. Injuries are part of sparring."
"Junior Brother, if you want to spar in the future, come find me. I won’t go so hard on you."
"Alright."
Han Ying'er’s admiration for Lin Xuan was unmistakable, which only made Qin San want to beat Lin Xuan up even more.
But he couldn’t do it in front of Han Ying'er. That would just make her dislike him even more.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
