Million Flying Swords make a high tower.
Chen Xia stands at the top of the high tower, a faint smile on his face. With a flick of his finger, a flying sword hovers by his side.
Below, everyone's eyes widen in great shock, some even rendered speechless by fear, partly because of Chen Xia, and partly because of the million flying swords tower.
They have never seen so many flying swords in their life.
Not even a Saint Sword Cultivator has this many flying swords!
Qin Guan looks at Chen Xia, his body trembling, as if some painful memories surface in his mind. He is even more afraid, bowing his head not daring to look at Chen Xia.
No one in the crowd dares to look straight at Chen Xia. All bow their heads, eyes fixed on the ground.
"If no one comments, I'll just take someone away." Chen Xia mutters. With a turn of the flying swords, he is about to take Zhen Hu away.
Bai Jie stands not far away, watching with joy on her face. But she soon freezes.
Because the flying swords in the sky have stopped and fail to get close to Zhen Hu.
"For the matter at Triumphant Mountain, it's better if Your Excellency does not get too involved." An unhurried voice sounds, accompanied by ripples in the void. A cultivator in bright red robe emerges from within.
"You are?" Chen Xia narrows his eyes slightly, flicks his finger to call the flying swords back, hovering by his side again.
"Just a nameless nobody at the fifth layer of the Heaven Mending Realm from Triumphant Mountain."
The cultivator in red robe smiles faintly. Raising his hand, the wide red sleeve slides down, revealing a palm that looks like dead wood, with pulsing veins that seem to contain surging blood.
"Fine, I'll get involved anyway." Chen Xia replies.
The cultivator in red robe frowns, then relaxes his brows again, smiling. He shakes his head, "Since you insist, then we from Triumphant Mountain have no choice."
Chen Xia does not reply.
Because the void around him moves.
The void trembles, as if struck by something. Lurid red mist gushes out from within.
Chen Xia's ears twitch.
The sound of wind!
He swiftly turns his head to find the cultivator in red robe somehow appearing behind him. The deadwood-like palm grabs at his head with immense killing intent!
The million flying swords instantly cry out in resonance. Sword intent erupts like a pillar of light piercing the heavens.
The sword intent sweeps aside the lurid red mist around him, blocking the grabbing palm of the cultivator in red robe.
In a flash, Chen Xia turns around, a bronze sword already in his hand, slashing at the head of the cultivator in red robe. The sword intent elongates like moonlight!
As the sword falls,
gale force winds violently burst forth, expelling spiritual energy several miles away.
Chen Xia stands firmly holding his sword. At the sword tip, there is a trace of blood, but not much.
The silhouette of the cultivator in red robe appears in the distance, a small cut on his cheek. His eyes fixed intensely upon the flying sword, he nods,
"An extremely fine flying sword. I didn't expect you to be not only a grandmaster of alchemy, but also a formidable sword cultivator."
"I'm not a sword cultivator," Chen Xia shakes his head. "I just happen to have more flying swords."
By more, he means three million flying swords.
The cultivator in red robe does not speak. His eyes dart towards the horizon for a moment before turning back to look straight at Chen Xia. Both hands stretched out, the deadwood-like fingers reveal arms that are completely skeletal.
With a slight shudder of his shoulders, he sheds the entire red robe, exposing an exceptionally slender figure. Then he addresses Chen Xia,
"Qin Jia, Grave Keeper of Triumphant Mountain."
This is his self-introduction, signaling that Qin Jia will get serious, unleashing the full might of a cultivator at the fifth layer of the Heaven Mending Realm. Just his aura alone collapses the surrounding space, exposing the jet-black void.
Chen Xia exhales. His body begins to glow with fuzzy pale colors that swirl around rather than condense solidly.
Bang!
A loud noise erupts as the ground below Qin Jia's feet shatters. His figure instantly appears before Chen Xia, fiercely swinging a punch devoid of any technique, just like a street brawl.
Chen Xia mobilizes his flying swords to block before him. The punch lands heavily on the swords with a clanging sound, its power at the fifth layer of the Heaven Mending Realm shaking Chen Xia's arm.
This is the first blow, a warm-up attack.
The second blow swiftly follows as Qin Jia's five fingers hook like talons. Covered in rich lurid red mist, they directly penetrate the void's constraints to land on Chen Xia's chest.
"Shatter!" Qin Jia roars.
Chen Xia's body abruptly flies back several miles, smashing into the ground and plowing a long ravine before abruptly stopping halfway.
He has planted a foot to brake his momentum and flips up to his feet. The pale colors on his body grow increasingly richer, seemingly to cover his whole body soon.
Qin Jia's slender figure remains stationary without further action, his gaze fixed intensely upon Chen Xia. After a while, he asks,
"The seventh layer of the Tumbling Sea Realm?!"
Chen Xia nods, his expression tranquil, "That will do."
Qin Jia's frown deepens. "Crossing seven small realms, an entire great realm, to contend against me?"
How is this possible?!
Qin Jia has never heard of such a thing. Even the most outstanding talents can at most cross two or three small realms. That is already considered extremely amazing.
How can there be someone crossing seven small realms and one great realm to fight?!
This is not a child beating an adult. This is an embryo beating an adult!
Chen Xia waves a hand. The pale colors have covered his entire body. He stretches out a hand, his tone still tranquil, "Realms are unimportant. Battle power is what matters."
This hand suddenly pulls inwards. He chants softly,
"Ignite Blood."
His blood instantly boils and seethes. The Celestial Dragon Imprint rapidly increases his battle power, instantly rising by five layers.
Chen Xia simply stands there. Suddenly, snow white wings unfold behind his back, like those of a colossal devil that could eclipse the very sun just with their span.
The million flying swords abruptly rise, steadily gathering by his side. Sword intent coalesces atop the bronze sword, forcibly raising the sword's grade by half a grade.
Chen Xia lifts the bronze sword, its tip aimed at the firmament. The firmament itself starts trembling. His tone remains tranquil as he states,
"Cultivator of the fifth layer of the Heaven Mending Realm, care to try taking this sword strike of mine?"
Qin Jia stares hard, feeling tremendous pressure bearing down upon him. His hands abruptly seal in incantation as he roars loudly,
"Blood Rain!"
Behind him, the sky and earth swiftly turn gloomy. Pattering blood rain emerges from nowhere, exuding thick killing intent as it falls between heaven and earth, forming a grand imprint.
"Unleash."
Chen Xia's sword-wielding arm shakes. With tranquil finality, his sword slashes down violently as countless sword intents erupt, venting towards heaven and earth.
In the wake of this strike,
the blood rain is no more.
The clear azure sky emerges!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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?"
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.
