At this moment, Lu Benwei was curled up on the ground, hugging a pile of Celestial Crystals with his buttocks in the air, lost in a blissful dream.
Three hundred Celestial Crystals.
It had been ages since he last struck it this rich.
In his dream, he was surrounded by three hundred beautiful women. They groped him, teased him, humiliated him…
But that wasn’t even the highlight. The real miracle was that he realized he was functional again.
It had grown back…
BOOM!
A deafening explosion jolted Lu Benwei awake just as things were getting interesting.
Sun Li’s devastating strike landed squarely on Lu Benwei’s body, sending up a cloud of dust and shockwaves rippling outward in all directions.
"Humph, time to claim the sword!"
Sun Li smirked coldly as he watched the dust settle, flicking his hand to disperse the smoke.
But when the aftermath cleared, the smug expression on Sun Li’s face froze.
His attack hadn’t even managed to scatter the skeleton’s bones—let alone leave a scratch.
"Look! It’s moving!"
Someone in the crowd gasped.
All eyes turned to the scene.
Sure enough, the skeletal figure—with a sword still lodged in its backside—was slowly clambering to its feet.
It seemed to be in a foul mood.
First, it glanced down at its crotch.
Then, it erupted into a rage.
"Which bastard dared interrupt this playboy’s sweet dream?!"
Lu Benwei’s fiery glare locked onto Sun Li and his group.
"Ah!"
"It can talk?!"
"And move—isn’t it supposed to be dead?"
Gasps of shock spread through the crowd.
Sun Li, too, eyed Lu Benwei warily.
Closing his eyes briefly, he tried to sense Lu Benwei’s presence but found nothing.
He scoffed in relief.
"Pah, it’s just a dead thing. What’s there to fear?"
With a dismissive smirk, he explained, "This skeleton can move and speak because of a lingering shred of consciousness clinging to its remains."
"If it were alive, we’d stand no chance against it. But now? It’s just hanging on by its last breath. How hard could it be to finish it off?"
Hearing Sun Li’s confident reasoning, the crowd relaxed.
"I suspect the reason the sword can’t be pulled out is tied to this last wisp of life," Sun Li mused.
"In that case…"
His eyes narrowed as a gleaming sword materialized in his hand, radiating an oppressive aura.
"Let me put you to rest for good. Consider it a mercy."
With that, his wrist flicked.
The sword erupted with blinding light, its overwhelming power saturating the air.
It was clear Sun Li was going all out.
Despite his earlier bravado, he wasn’t foolish enough to underestimate the skeleton—especially after witnessing it shrug off his earlier attack unscathed.
But this strike?
He was absolutely certain it would sever that last stubborn thread of life.
Because this sword strike—
Could split mountains!
In an instant,
The blade descended upon Lu Benwei’s skull.
Before it even made contact, the air around Lu Benwei was shredded into vacuum, sharp energy rippling like blades.
And yet—
A single, pale finger rose lazily to meet the strike.
"Truly a mindless creature."
"Thinking a finger can block my sword? Pathetic."
Sun Li sneered.
With a final surge of energy, the sword closed the last inch of distance.
CLINK!
A crisp chime rang out.
The radiant sword—shattered into dust.
Sun Li’s smirk twisted into a gaping "O" of horror.
His entire body trembled.
"H-how?!"
He stared at Lu Benwei as if seeing a ghost.
That sword had been a reward from the Three Lives Sect for his monumental contributions—ranked among the top three treasures in the entire sect!
A weapon countless experts would kill to possess.
And yet, it had been reduced to powder by a single finger?!
At that moment,
Sun Li and his companions felt their brains short-circuit.
Then—a hand materialized out of thin air.
Before Sun Li could react, it clamped around his throat and yanked him forward.
A face—cold as death—leaned in close.
Sun Li’s soul nearly fled his body from sheer terror.
A hoarse voice whispered into his ear:
"Where did this trash crawl out from? Did you really think this god has no temper?"
. 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!"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
wed him to see the innate talent, destiny, and future of those he invested in. The greater the destiny of his target, the richer the rewards he would reap. Then he discovered that the aloof girl next door, his childhood sweetheart, possessed the highest-grade crimson destiny—a future destined to reign supreme as the Empress of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. Lately, she seemed troubled, pondering how to unlock her sealed meridians and unleash her talents ahead of time... — — — My name is Ying Bing, one of the Nine Heavenly Sovereigns, titled the Phoenix Empress, reigning invincibly over the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. I have been reborn and bound to a Peerless Genius System, where ranking first among my peers grants me rewards. [Would you like to activate the Punishment Mechanism?] [Upon activation, rewards will increase, but after the rankings are announced, you must carry out the "Punishment of the Defeated" on the top-ranked individual.] Ying Bing: "I can’t very well punish myself, can I?" — — — Years later. Ying Bing: "Can’t you let me win just once?" Li Mo: "First, call me 'husband' properly—I didn’t hear it clearly last time."
