Chi Yu lay on the ground.
His eyes widened, looking somewhat comical.
Throughout his life, he had never suffered such humiliation, not even when fighting in the imperial capital. He had never retreated so quickly before the weakest prince, Miao Zi.
Chi Yu was unwilling, very unwilling.
His body tensed up, and he rose from the ground, unfurling wings adorned with three thousand flames behind him. With gritted teeth, he spoke in a deep voice.
"I am the glory of my clan. I will tread the path of the emperor. I will become an emperor and lead my clan to rise!"
The intense heat filled the entire realm of the netherworld, with countless flames burning and even igniting the void.
"If it were winter..." Chen Xia said calmly, slowly uttering, "I would gladly call you the number one heater."
"Unfortunately, it is summer," he sighed again and lamented, "and you are somewhat unnecessary."
The flames erupted, increasing in temperature!
Chi Yu shouted angrily, charging with his long flaming tail, like an extremely enraged phoenix, ready to devour everything!
Chen Xia had mentioned before that in extreme anger, a person could display unexpected abilities.
For example, I could feed a tiger with just a shovel.
Unfortunately, Chi Yu was a bird.
Chen Xia extended a single hand, planted his feet firmly, and faced the charging phoenix of flames without any change in his expression.
When someone treats you with brute force, what should you do?
The answer is to be even more brutal.
Fight fire with fire!
Chen Xia used one hand to resist the oncoming flaming phoenix, not budging an inch. He even clenched his five fingers, holding all three thousand flames within his hand!
He took a step forward.
The sea of flames immediately retreated, afraid to advance!
"Go!"
Chen Xia shouted loudly, exerting more force with his hand and suddenly throwing it.
The flames rapidly dissipated as they were thrown, like a flaming meteor cast into the distance, crashing heavily into the ground and stretching for over a thousand meters before finally stopping.
Chi Yu's body was devoid of flames, with only a few flickering embers remaining.
He gasped for air, filled with disbelief, muttering to himself.
"How could this be? Is the gap between me and the prince Miao Zi truly this wide?"
Chen Xia adjusted his slightly charred collar and kindly offered some advice.
"It's possible that the gap between you and me is this wide, and it has nothing to do with Prince Miao Zi."
"Didn't your Dao heart suffer damage? How can you still be this powerful?" Chi Yu asked, incredulous.
Chen Xia retorted indignantly, "Just because my Dao heart is damaged doesn't mean I can't be this powerful. You're just biased against me."
"Kings and ministers all have their roles. Although my Dao heart is damaged, I still possess an invincible spirit!"
Chi Yu looked bewildered, and after a moment, his eyes suddenly sparkled with excitement as he exclaimed, "I've realized it!"
Chen Xia rolled his eyes.
You've realized it again, damn it.
Chi Yu continued to mutter to himself.
Chen Xia had already resolved the crisis of reincarnation and was planning to return to his cave to rest.
"I heard that the two of you were fighting here, so I came to take a look," a voice that Chen Xia least wanted to hear rang out.
The Old Fisherman stood by his side, his eyes constantly assessing and analyzing the situation.
Chen Xia sighed inwardly, sensing trouble once again. In order to avoid arousing suspicion from Old Fisherman, he had no choice but to put on an act.
*Spurt!*
He spat out a mouthful of blood, clutching his heart and gasping for breath as he spoke.
"Chi Yu, you're truly fierce. You managed to injure me to this extent. Fortunately, I narrowly defeated you with a move. Damn it, if it weren't for my damaged Dao heart, I should have won more easily."
Old Fisherman hurriedly expressed concern, saying, "Good disciple, you've done well to achieve this level. Take a good rest now, and I'll bring you some healing elixirs later to repair your Dao heart."
Old Fisherman was delighted that Chen Xia was able to defeat Chi Yu.
Chi Yu was a supreme lineage, one of the three thousand Flame Feather Crows known for their killing prowess, slightly weaker than the Miaozi, the offspring of the Great Emperor.
But Chen Xia's victory over Chi Yu indicated that even with a damaged Dao heart, he was still on par with the Miaozi.
All he needed to do was nurture his Dao heart back to health, and he would still be able to reach the level of a quasi-saint. The efficacy of life-prolonging medicine wouldn't be diminished either.
Old Fisherman's current goal was to "nurture" Chen Xia.
Chen Xia naturally understood this, so he planned to pretend to be ill.
You can't eat when you're sick, after all.
The master and disciple were each deceiving the other.
Only Chi Yu looked at them with a puzzled expression as he watched Chen Xia cough up blood. He wondered what was going on. Did he really injure Chen Xia so severely?
Since Chen Xia himself claimed it was a narrow victory, then it should be true!
With this thought, Chi Yu's heart surged with a heroic spirit, and a confident light gleamed in his eyes as he stood up from the ground.
So, he wasn't as weak as he thought. He had merely lost to Chen Xia and left him with injuries.
I'm only a step away from being the Miaozi.
Chi Yu's intelligent mind quickly worked, and he arrived at a conclusion.
He possessed the aura of a Great Emperor!
While Chen Xia continued to feign illness, he saw Chi Yu suddenly stand up like a gust of wind, staring at him with a radiant expression.
He was taken aback, unsure of what this fiery bird was up to now.
Old Fisherman, with his hands behind his back, offered heartfelt advice from the side.
"Some level of competition is necessary. After all, everything on the path to becoming an emperor is obtained through struggle. If you don't fight or seize opportunities, others will. You don't want to become a stepping stone for other Miaozi, do you? So, you must engage in battles now to further temper your Dao heart."
"However..." Old Fisherman glanced at the blood-spattered Chen Xia, pondering his words.
Chen Xia quickly coughed up another mouthful of blood, emphasizing the severity of his injuries.
Old Fisherman continued, "There should be a limit to the conflicts as well. After all, it's only a fight within the sect among fellow disciples, not a real life-or-death battle outside."
"In a situation like yours where you've sustained such heavy injuries, it's unnecessary. It could have been completely avoided."
"Alright, alright." Chen Xia nodded, understanding the situation while considering whether to cough up another mouthful of blood.
Fortunately, Old Fisherman didn't linger for long. After a few more words of comfort, he departed.
Clutching his chest, Chen Xia limped towards his cave dwelling, pretending to be injured.
Chi Yu quickly caught up to him, wearing an arrogant expression.
"I didn't expect you to be so seriously injured. It's my fault for not exerting enough strength. But you are extraordinary too, to have narrowly defeated me so quickly, even with a damaged Daoxin."
At this point, a divine light burst forth from Chi Yu's eyes as he spoke with unparalleled arrogance.
"I, Chi Yu, will regard you as the strongest competitor on the path to becoming an Emperor!"
Chen Xia was taken aback and hesitated, "Uh...?"
"Have you misunderstood something?"
Misunderstood something?
Chi Yu didn't know, but he didn't care. With a single-minded focus, he only wanted to achieve the path of the Emperor. His remarks to Chen Xia were just a passing comment.
However, out of gratitude for Chen Xia's guidance, he decided that when the future Emperor's path opened, he wouldn't go all out against Chen Xia in the competition for the Emperor's throne.
That was Chi Yu's pride.
Why should we envy the position of kings and dukes? I, Chi Yu, also possess the bearing of an Emperor!
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?"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
