The flood dragon was sealed in ice, its form frozen solid.
But the Dragon God Technique was still in motion.
At the critical moment,
the martial arts phantom of the Dragon God Technique burst through the ice layer, slamming into Su Yuanshan.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the flood dragon forcibly twisted its body,
shattering the ice.
At the same time, under her control, the sea surged into a hundred-meter wave, hurtling toward the coastal city of Donghai.
The flood dragon knew that was where Su Yuanshan's home was.
Strike where he must defend—buying herself some breathing room.
Facing the flood dragon's trick,
Su Yuanshan smiled with disdain.
He swung his Frozen Palm.
In an instant, the hundred-meter wave turned into a mountain of ice.
Boom!
Thunder rumbled.
A bolt of lightning struck straight at Su Yuanshan.
Yet before the lightning could even reach its target,
it was forcefully devoured by the Star-Absorbing Art.
Still, this bought the flood dragon some time.
When Su Yuanshan turned his attention back to capturing the flood dragon,
she was nowhere to be found on the sea's surface.
"Indeed, catching her in the sea is troublesome—slippery as an eel."
"Lucky you got away!"
At that moment, on the shore of Donghai City, countless onlookers were staring at the massive iceberg floating on the sea.
The incident quickly made the news.
The headline read: "War God of Xiandu, Su Yuanshan, Sends Flood Dragon Fleeing in Panic."
In the eyes of the public,
neither the flood dragon nor Su Yuanshan was a good person.
They all hoped the two would tear each other apart.
Yet these people also gained a new appreciation of Su Yuanshan's power.
Even the flood dragon,
when facing this killing god, could only run for her life.
...
The flood dragon fled in one breath to the other side of the world.
Then she coiled up in the deep sea.
"If I hadn't cultivated the Dragon God Technique, there's no way I would have escaped this time."
"No wonder the Dragon Soul of the Qinglong Tomb told me to practice human cultivation techniques."
Recalling the brief battle earlier,
she felt a lingering terror in her heart.
She had truly experienced, firsthand, the terror of a top-tier human War God.
Elsewhere.
Wang Zun had been practicing swordsmanship with Zhao Bing.
Suddenly, someone reported
that Su Yuanshan and the flood dragon had fought.
The two quickly opened the news.
They saw a blurry surveillance feed from Donghai City—
a video lasting only a few seconds.
A figure
waved a hand, freezing the sea surface solid.
Without a doubt, that figure was Su Yuanshan.
Beneath the surface, there was a massive dragon-shaped silhouette—
clearly the flood dragon.
Then a golden dragon phantom shot out, only to be shattered by a single palm strike from Su Yuanshan.
The next moment, the ice exploded.
The unfrozen parts of the sea surged into monstrous waves, attacking Donghai City.
But in an instant, they turned into hundreds of icebergs, each a hundred meters tall.
At the same time, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky.
Yet the moment it touched Su Yuanshan, it fizzled out.
After watching the news,
Wang Zun couldn't help but marvel at Su Yuanshan's power.
Back when he had faced the flood dragon, he could barely even stand.
But in front of Su Yuanshan,
the flood dragon could only flee.
After watching the news, Zhao Bing said,
"It seems my swordsmanship is still far too weak."
"My path of the sword still has a long way to go."
Wang Zun shook his head with a wry smile.
He knew very well how strong this martial arts fanatic was.
When the two sparred,
if Wang Zun didn't use his Tai Chi Fist, he was no match for Zhao Bing.
As for his Tai Chi Sword—it was still far behind.
He could never quite grasp the feeling he had with Tai Chi Fist.
However, Wang Zun had a vague, inexplicable premonition.
If he were to unleash his full-power Tai Chi Fist in perfect harmony between heaven and man,
it would trigger heavenly tribulation!
But recalling the scene when Yin Hu had endured his tribulation,
he still hesitated to attempt breaking through to War God.
Mainly because he had zero experience.
If he got struck dead by lightning, not only would his death be meaningless,
it would be utterly unjust.
...
There was one other person in the world
who broke out in a cold sweat for the flood dragon.
After watching the news, Mi Chuan saw that the flood dragon hadn't been captured,
and only then did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.
He still dreamed of one day becoming a War God to seize the Dragon Pearl.
If Su Yuanshan got to it first,
wouldn't that mean Mi Chuan had lost his life's ambition?
For the sake of his dream,
Mi Chuan dialed Feng Tengyun's number again.
"Old Feng! How have you been lately?"
Feng Tengyun asked directly,
"Just tell me what you need."
Mi Chuan chuckled.
"Right now, even drinking cold water boosts my qi and blood."
"You know, I've been stuck at the peak Martial Saint for a long time."
"As for how to become a War God, I have no experience either."
"So I was hoping to pick your brain."
Feng Tengyun said plainly,
"The key to becoming a War God is martial realm."
"When your realm is reached, the tribulation should come."
Mi Chuan frowned and asked,
"Realm? What realm?"
"Honestly, don't tell anyone else—"
"But my techniques have already reached harmony between heaven and man. That's the peak. What other realm is there?"
Feng Tengyun said indifferently,
"The gap between one who reaches harmony between heaven and man and another is also vast."
"Just like dozens of you at heavenly harmony couldn't beat a single Wei Qianqiu."
Mi Chuan looked distressed.
He felt that heavenly harmony was already his limit.
It wasn't that he didn't want to go further—
it was that he had no idea how.
He couldn't help complaining,
"Who knows how Old Monster Wei trained?"
"Anyway, I don't have those perverts who cut off their own manhood."
After hanging up on Mi Chuan,
Feng Tengyun gathered a dozen of his most trusted confidants to study how to resurrect the Ancient Clan Brothers next year.
These dozen people—
Feng Tengyun was certain—had no spies among them.
Not only because they were his old subordinates,
but because if there were a spy, Su Yuanshan would surely have found out by now.
And with Su Yuanshan's temper,
he wouldn't have let them live another second.
After discussing all the arrangements,
Feng Tengyun brought up the most critical point of the entire plan.
"When do we make our move?"
"Next year is definitely out of the question—next year is when Su Yuanshan resurrects his wife and child."
"If we dare to crash that party, not only will nothing get done, but I'm afraid none of us would survive."
"And what will Su Yuanshan's reaction be when he learns about this?"
"Can we convince Yin Hu to help hold Su Yuanshan back?"
"Whether Yin Hu can even hold Su Yuanshan back is a big question."
Listening to all the analysis,
Feng Tengyun quietly stared at the dossier in his hands.
It was intelligence on the ghost tombs that he had collected from Aiden before Su Yuanshan's resurrection.
The hexagrams of the Ancient Clan Brothers' ghost tombs were easy to remember,
because Gu Banjin had set them up himself.
So from the day the stone coffins of the ghost tombs appeared,
the Ancient Clan Brothers had occupied the trigrams of Qian for Heaven and Kun for Earth—
unchanged ever since.
Feng Tengyun finally made the final call.
"Stay on standby, adapt to the situation."
"If there's no opportunity next year, don't force it. But once a chance appears, seize it immediately."
"If after Su Yan is resurrected, they make any outrageous moves—"
"then we'll have to find ways to create our own opportunities."
From start to finish,
Feng Tengyun's greatest worry was Su Yan after her resurrection.
A group leader of the Devourer Club combined with a ruthless, invincible War God—
if they intended to do something anti-human,
he truly had no idea how to handle it.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.”
