"Wei Qianqiu is about to make his move."
A brief text message.
It made Dugu Sword Demon and Wang Zun look at each other in dismay.
Actually, they had expected this.
Because the news had been constantly reporting on the Ancient Clan recently.
Up to now, the Ancient Clan had sent out three batches of people in succession, taking control of three provinces surrounding the Holy Capital.
With the departure of the Ancient Clan's Martial Sages from the Holy Capital, Wei Qianqiu would strike sooner or later.
Receiving the exact news at this moment.
Dugu Sword Demon and Wang Zun understood that it was time to move.
And what they needed to do was find a way to stall the Ancient Clan's Martial Sages in a specific location.
Preventing them from returning to provide support immediately.
Dugu Sword Demon pointed at a city on the map and said,
"We are going here!"
"This is the province and city closest to the Holy Capital."
"The moment the great battle breaks out, we can first take out the few Martial Sages in this city."
"At the same time, we can help pin down the Ancient Clan's Martial Sages in other cities of this province."
Wang Zun gently stroked the precious sword in his hand.
He sighed.
"It's a pity that time is too tight."
"I have only just begun to grasp the transition from Taiji Fist to Taiji Sword."
Wang Zun's precious sword was specially forged from bronze.
Although it wasn't as sharp and sturdy as a steel sword, it was easier to infuse with vitality and blood, making the sword qi and sword intent it slashed out much stronger.
He sheathed his sword.
Together with Dugu Sword Demon, he headed all the way north, toward the direction of the Holy Capital.
The Southern Continent.
Qianqian, who was just preparing to return to the Kunlun Mountains.
Suddenly saw a Martial Venerable leading a group of people charging over.
"It's her! She's the one who killed our people."
A young man from the Li Clan glared angrily at Gu Qianqian.
However, when that Martial Venerable saw Qianqian and the Spirit Crane beside her,
he couldn't help but think of a certain person in his heart.
"Isn't this the traitor of the Ancient Clan?"
Before he could even speak.
Gu Qianqian stared at them expressionlessly and said,
"There are many bad people among you."
"Since you've come, I shall erase you filth for the sake of this world."
As she spoke, her martial arts domain expanded.
A martial arts phantom formed from vitality and blood manifested into a blood-red ancient zither in front of Qianqian.
The tyrannical aura of a Martial Venerable was fully revealed.
The Martial Venerable of the Li Clan was startled.
He didn't expect that the young-looking woman before him was actually a powerful Martial Venerable.
He also immediately unleashed his own martial arts domain.
He shouted to his subordinates beside him,
"I will fight her head-on, you wait for an opportunity and attack from the flanks."
Just as he finished speaking.
The sound of the zither rang out.
Qianqian didn't care about the opponent's tactics.
Her two hands, with twelve fingers, skillfully swept across the zither strings.
She directly fused and unleashed two Heaven and Man as One sonic wave martial arts.
Using the Heaven and Man as One Seven Absolutes Zither, she played the Heaven and Man as One Heavenly Dragon Eight Notes.
After the Li Clan's Martial Venerable gave his orders.
He only felt a few people start to move.
The majority of them stood stupidly in place, completely motionless.
He frowned and scolded,
"What are you all standing around for!"
Those people remained motionless.
Then, a bizarre scene appeared before his eyes.
He saw those people who were standing in a daze.
Suddenly, cobweb-like bloodlines popped up on their faces.
The next moment, their bodies fell to the ground.
Turning into a pile of minced meat on the floor.
The Li Clan's Martial Venerable only felt his scalp go numb.
The hundreds of subordinates he brought had mostly died or been injured in an instant.
Such a terrifying method of attack was something he didn't even dare to imagine.
At the same time, he also realized.
He was absolutely no match for the woman in front of him.
The first thought in his mind was to run away.
As soon as his body turned around.
It felt as if he was slashed by countless sharp blades.
Being cut with thousands upon thousands of tiny wounds.
If it weren't for the protection of his family's inherited Nine Suns Divine Art.
He would have also turned into a pile of body parts on the ground like the others by now.
He circulated the Nine Suns Divine Art with all his might to resist the sonic wave attack.
Qianqian suddenly grabbed all the zither strings in front of her.
Like drawing a bow to shoot an arrow.
She released her hand.
A sharp, ear-piercing zither note slashed through.
The Martial Venerable's heart tightened.
An aura of death struck from behind.
He hurriedly turned around, throwing both fists out, striking a flurry of fist shadows in an attempt to block this fatal attack.
However, wherever the zither sound passed.
Everything burst apart.
The marble on the ground, as well as the corpses along the way, all exploded into dust and blood mist.
Under the man's terrified gaze.
He watched with his own eyes as his fist shadows instantly shattered.
Finally, clusters of blood mist also burst out from his own body.
Of the hundreds of people who came to kill Qianqian.
At this moment, only a few dozen remained standing in place in terror.
Watching helplessly as the leading Martial Venerable expert and hundreds of their colleagues were killed by that young girl.
They understood that they were completely just ants waiting to be slaughtered.
They couldn't even run away.
Soon, someone fell to their knees in fright and begged,
"Please don't kill me."
"I've only been employed by the Li Clan for two days."
Qianqian restrained her vitality and blood.
She leaped onto the back of the Spirit Crane.
And said to those she hadn't killed,
"Continue to be good people, otherwise you will definitely die the next time you meet me."
The Spirit Crane flapped its wings and soared into the clouds.
As it flew, it said to Qianqian,
"The human race is truly a complex species."
"Why do they like to persecute their own kind so much?"
"If I had my own clansmen, I wouldn't even have enough time to cherish them."
Qianqian looked dejected, thinking of the Qilin in her heart again.
"Yes!"
"It would be great if there weren't so many people in this world."
"There should be more kind spirit beasts like the Qilin."
The Spirit Crane immediately added,
"And more spirit beasts like the Spirit Crane."
"The Black Turtle isn't bad either."
"In the past, there was also a Nine-Tailed Fox, as innocent as the Qilin, and they had a very good relationship."
One person and one crane.
Chatting as they crossed rivers, mountains, and seas, flying toward Great Xia once again.
As if the massacre just now had never happened.
Great Xia Holy Capital.
The fifth batch of personnel from the Ancient Clan was dispatched.
A private plane carrying thirty Martial Sages and fifty young men and women of the Ancient Clan headed to the provincial capital city they were about to take over.
The moment the plane took off and left the Wei Clan's private airport.
Wei Qianqiu slowly stood up.
Then he walked into the room in the small courtyard and took out once again that dress shining with silver light, woven together with embroidery needles and silk threads.
Then he took a step forward and appeared high in the sky.
Wei Qianqiu's actions almost instantly aroused the alertness of the Ancient Clan.
They were originally still selecting the sixth batch of trainees.
But suddenly they felt a powerful surge of vitality and blood soaring into the sky.
Gu Yang and all the remaining Martial Sages of the Ancient Clan simultaneously rushed out of the Wei Group's building.
Looking at Wei Qianqiu in the sky.
Gu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.
He had a faint bad premonition in his heart.
But the next moment.
They saw Wei Qianqiu suddenly fly toward the north.
Then an explosion sounded from the north.
Before they could even figure out what was going on.
Explosions occurred one after another all over the Holy Capital.
A child of the Ancient Clan hadn't noticed the anomalies outside yet.
He was incredibly busy.
At this moment, he was still yelling at his phone:
"Protect me, protect me! You damn bot!"
"Are you hiding in the bushes doing your postpartum confinement? You don't even dare to join the team fight!"
"A bunch of elementary schoolers, you guys are so terribly noob!"
However, just as he was cursing vigorously, a game prompt suddenly popped up on the screen.
[Your network condition is poor, please check your network and try again].
That Ancient Clan child looked bewildered.
And was immediately about to call to complain.
"Damn it!"
"You must have a death wish!"
"How dare you interrupt the Young Master of the Ancient Clan while he's climbing the ranks!"

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

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.

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.”