The battle at the Northern Heavenly Gate continued.
The demon beast army, having nothing left to lose, chose not to flee but to fight to the bitter end.
Little Yu had fully adapted to General Chilin’s combat style, suffering fewer and fewer injuries.
For General Chilin, however, despair had set in.
He no longer sensed any hope of victory. He recalled how, at the start, he had believed he could kill Little Yu.
Initially, General Chilin had indeed suppressed her, but gradually, his attacks became less and less effective.
Now, no matter how he struck, his efforts were futile—like sinking deeper into quicksand with every struggle.
Growing desperate, General Chilin enlarged his form, his attacks turning even more frenzied.
Yet to Little Yu, this only exposed greater openings.
She remained unshaken, leaving no room for carelessness—steadfast and methodical.
Her approach bore traces of Su Luo’s influence. When Su Luo struck, victory was certain, her overwhelming power delivered with unshakable composure.
Though Little Yu lacked Su Luo’s sheer might, she mirrored this discipline, systematically cornering her foes before delivering the final blow.
Calm, yet brimming with lethality.
"Tenfold—Seven Stars Converge!"
Little Yu saw the moment to strike.
The radiance of seven stars enveloped General Chilin entirely. Despite his massive form thrashing wildly, escape was impossible.
Then, a pillar of devastating force descended, annihilating him.
General Chilin screamed, struggling to resist, but his strength was spent.
In the end, he fell to this single technique.
Yet upon death, his body erupted in a violent explosion.
Anticipating this, Little Yu had employed the full might of Tenfold Seven Stars Converge.
The residual power of her attack clashed with the explosion, neutralizing it.
Panting, Little Yu stood victorious.
The surrounding demon beasts surged toward her, seeking to exploit her exhaustion.
With a single swing of her sword, she cleared the area around her.
Compared to General Chilin, these beasts were insignificant.
"I can still fight."
Feeling no need to retreat, Little Yu raised her blade and pressed on.
......
Meanwhile, Nangong Xiyun and the Leopard Speed King reached the climax of their duel.
The Leopard Speed King had expended tremendous effort to dismantle Nangong Xiyun’s sword formation.
"Hahaha! Now, nothing restrains me!"
For the first time in this battle, the Leopard Speed King felt exhilarated.
Since the formation’s emergence, his movements had been stifled.
Now, he darted at blinding speeds, unimpeded by invisible barriers—free to fight as he pleased.
Speed was his greatest weapon.
Nangong Xiyun remained silent, sword in hand.
In an instant, the Leopard Speed King’s claws lashed out.
Nangong Xiyun deflected the strike.
Unfazed, the Leopard Speed King accelerated further.
"Grin all you want. Against absolute speed, you’re helpless—you should’ve realized that by now."
He doubted Nangong Xiyun could deploy another formation.
"This fight is mine."
Reaching his peak velocity, his razor-sharp claws aimed for Nangong Xiyun’s vitals.
A frontal assault? No—that was merely an afterimage.
While the illusion attacked from the front, the true Leopard Speed King materialized behind Nangong Xiyun’s head.
Even if she saw through the feint, he believed the distance and timing guaranteed his victory.
Blame your inability to match my speed.
His claws pierced silently toward her skull—soundless, yet lethal.
"I’ve grown tired of this."
As if she had foreseen his every move, Nangong Xiyun reversed her grip and impaled the Leopard Speed King before his strike landed.
Her blade was faster.
Sensing death, the Leopard Speed King abandoned his attack, retreating hastily.
Had he persisted, he would’ve died without even wounding her.
Regrouping, he launched another high-speed assault.
Again, Nangong Xiyun parried.
"How?! Can you see me?"
"I’ve adapted."
Her eyes now tracked his movements effortlessly—she had simply grown accustomed.
From the outset, Nangong Xiyun had sought to elevate her own speed.
Now, through relentless refinement, she had achieved a breakthrough, her velocity surpassing his.
Her adaptability was her strength.
Confronted with adversity, she devised solutions—and executed them swiftly.
"Impossible! You can’t keep up!"
The Leopard Speed King charged once more.
Nangong Xiyun vanished.
His claws met empty air. Frantically scanning his surroundings, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
Too late.
A single slash bisected him.
Nangong Xiyun stood behind him, her sword unyielding.
Having found the answer, she hesitated no longer.
The Leopard Speed King never imagined dying by a blade from behind—the very fate he’d inflicted on countless others.
Rage and disbelief filled his final moments.
Nangong Xiyun ensured his end, her sword flickering tens of thousands of times, reducing him to nothingness.
Yet even in death, the Leopard Speed King’s bloodline triggered a cataclysmic detonation.
But Nangong Xiyun, now swifter than ever, evaded with ease.
Still, the battle had taken its toll.
The Leopard Speed King had dominated early on, wounding her repeatedly. Her final burst of speed had drained her spiritual energy entirely.
Retreating, she sought rest.
......
Di Haoran and the Lion Heart King also neared their duel’s conclusion.
The Lion Heart King’s heart was heavy.
The Beast Lord’s death had shaken him, though he dared not show it.
Now, witnessing the demon beast army’s relentless slaughter, he conceded bitterly: "We’ve lost this war. But—"
His golden aura flared brighter, his right arm swirling with condensed power.
He prepared his strongest strike—his last.
"But the demon beasts’ honor endures!"
Di Haoran scoffed. "Honor means nothing. Victory belongs to us."
He channeled vast spiritual energy into his blade.
The two clashed in a final, decisive exchange.
The Lion Heart King’s fist bore the phantom of a golden lion’s head—the culmination of his might.
Di Haoran met it with his sword.
Yet in sheer momentum, Di Haoran seemed slightly outmatched.
Even before impact, the disparity was palpable.
The Lion Heart King’s spirits lifted. He might not kill Di Haoran, but crippling him seemed certain.
【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.”
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?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
