There were many cultivators in the Great Death Realm, so naturally there were many ferries. Although cultivators at the Sea Inversing Realm could wander among the stars, having a ferry as a means of transportation was extremely good, and some ferries were much faster than cultivators wandering the stars themselves.
But this was the first time Ma Xiaohong had seen more than a dozen ferries gathered together like this.
What was most awkward was that her flying shuttle formed from a sword didn't stop, and crashed directly into a ferry, piercing into it. She hugged the remaining half of the sword tip tightly, her face slightly pale, somewhat at a loss.
"I knew female drivers were unreliable," Chen Xia made an extremely subjective false statement, but there was no next sentence, because he was debating with his inner demon again about the three kinds of openings in Chinese chess. One supported the horse opening, while the other supported the cannon opening.
They held firmly to their own opinions, arguing intensely.
In less than a moment, someone had come down from the ferry, a short fat elder with yellowing eyebrows and eyes. He first sized up Ma Xiaohong, then frowned and asked,
"Are you declaring war?"
"No, no," Ma Xiaohong hurriedly waved her hand, her tone almost crying as she hastily explained, "I just accidentally crashed into you."
"Crashed?" The short fat elder wrinkled his sparse eyebrows, probed Ma Xiaohong with his spiritual sense, even more puzzled.
"3rd layer of the Sea Inversing Realm?"
"Mm..." Ma Xiaohong lightly nodded, not daring to lie.
The short fat elder asked again, "Which realm are you cultivators from? Where is your leader?"
Ma Xiaohong's body trembled slightly, not knowing how to respond. Her gaze looked towards Chen Xia who was still arguing with himself behind her.
But Chen Xia had no time to pay attention to her.
Ma Xiaohong smiled bitterly, and could only reply to the short fat elder, "The... the leader is dead."
What she said was indeed the truth.
The short fat elder frowned again. "They're all dead, leaving just you two at the Sea Inversing Realm?"
He had clearly probed Chen Xia's cultivation level.
"Mm," Ma Xiaohong nodded lightly again, weakly answering, "They're... they're all dead."
"Then which realm were you cultivators from?" the short fat elder asked again.
Ma Xiaohong bit her lip, not daring to reveal which realm they were from, afraid it would cause unnecessary trouble. Her mind raced. Head lowered, she even more didn't dare meet the short fat elder's gaze.
The scene was very quiet, carrying a solemn atmosphere.
"Blue Sky Sword Sea," Chen Xia's voice suddenly rang out, continuing, "We're cultivators from the Blue Sky Sword Sea."
The short fat elder frowned. He hadn't heard of this place, but there were countless realms in the myriad worlds he hadn't heard of, so he didn't care about one more.
The current issue was their flying shuttle had crashed into the ferry.
The short fat elder looked towards the flying shuttle. He only sensed that this flying shuttle was not simple at all, with sword qi criss-crossing within, but he truly could not figure out exactly what material it was made of. Perhaps it was deliberately concealed.
He looked at Ma Xiaohong and spoke again.
"I don't care which realm you cultivators are from. Crashing into our ferry, you'll have to pay compensation. A hole this big, it'll at least take 100,000 Spirit Stones. And I'll add, I'm at the 10th level of the Heaven Mending Realm."
As the short fat elder was speaking, the might of the 10th level of the Heaven Mending Realm was suddenly released, nearly suffocating Ma Xiaohong as cold sweat streamed down her.
Chen Xia was still arguing intensely with himself behind them during one of his few moments of lucidity.
The scene quieted down again.
The short fat elder narrowed his eyes, waiting for a satisfactory response.
"Damn it!" A furious roar suddenly rang out.
The short fat elder frowned seriously looking towards the direction it came from.
He saw Chen Xia abruptly stand up and start fighting with himself, his left and right hands tangled together intensely.
"What's he doing?" The short fat elder asked Ma Xiaohong doubtfully.
"He's... he's rebelling," Ma Xiaohong answered haltingly.
"Isn't your companion's mind affected by dark invasion resulting in this strange state?" the short fat elder questioned further.
Ma Xiaohong didn't know how to reply so she could only say, "Unclear."
"Then that should be it. Wandering the Great Death Realm is still too difficult for those at the Sea Inversing Realm, moreover you two don't even have a leader. You can be considered unlucky, but compensation in Spirit Stones is still required. That's not negotiable."
The short fat elder said heavily.
Ma Xiaohong didn't have any money on her, she could only look towards Chen Xia.
Seeing Ma Xiaohong's reaction, the short fat elder also knew Chen Xia was the one in charge. His gaze likewise shifted towards Chen Xia.
And so it was the two of them simultaneously watching Chen Xia in his madness.
Perhaps half an hour had passed. The short fat elder could bear it no longer. The might of the Heaven Mending Realm instantly pressed down, wanting to forcibly stop Chen Xia's soliloquy.
But it was useless.
Chen Xia continued arguing intensely with himself.
"How strange. This dark invasion has possibly already reached an irremediable stage. Why can't he be awakened no matter what?" The short fat elder was puzzled.
Ma Xiaohong didn't dare speak.
Chen Xia once again started fighting fiercely between his left and right sides.
The scene could not be called bizarre, only a kind of beauty that surpassed cultivators' comprehension.
The short fat elder was somewhat impatient. Spiritual energy condensed in his palm forming green flames as he heavily declared,
"Since you can't wake up, then I'll help you wake up. But afterwards there will be additional fees!"
In a flash he directly arrived before Chen Xia. The hand covered in green flames clutched Chen Xia's head, forcibly pulling him up to meet the short fat elder's slightly yellow eyes as he angrily roared,
"Clear your mind, delusions begone! Restore consciousness!"
His hand clutching Chen Xia's head turned into a slap, striking down. Then he grasped the head again, extremely pleased with himself.
This was an extremely rare, supreme art he had learned to counteract dark invasion. Using it on this tiny cultivator at the Sea Inversing Realm should be a blessing for the little cultivator. Afterwards he would be able to charge several more tens of thousands of Spirit Stones.
The short fat elder was gleefully anticipating.
A crimson eye met his gaze. It shone with abundant evil spirit. Looking closely, the crimson pupil was like a fresh red star.
Just the sight of it made the short fat elder feel somewhat apprehensive.
"Do you think you're very funny?"
Chen Xia asked.
"I wanted to save you. I didn't have any other intentions," the short fat elder smilingly explained, his hand still clutching Chen Xia's head.
His body abruptly spun as he crashed to the ground.
Chen Xia in turn clutched the short fat elder's head. Dark purple tribulation lightning sparked above it as Chen Xia said,
"Returning the favor. I'll also save you a bit."
"Don't, don't!" The short fat elder loudly pleaded for mercy. His entire body trembled from the flowing dark purple tribulation lightning.
He had thought they were unfortunate pushovers. He didn't expect to meet someone even more ruthless.
How could this psycho be so fierce?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
