"Ugh..."
With the sound of a blade piercing flesh, Ye Feng let out a muffled groan. He looked down at the knife embedded in his body, feeling his strength drain away. Yet, his arm, locked around the old man's neck, remained as unyielding as a pine tree rooted deep in the soil.
"Kid, you're tough. Let's see if your life is tougher than my blade," the old man sneered, his face turning a dark red from the pressure of Ye Feng's grip. Struggling to breathe, he yanked the knife out of Ye Feng's abdomen, causing a stream of crimson blood to flow freely.
"Ugh... no... I can't... I can't fall yet..."
The searing pain in his abdomen made it hard for Ye Feng to breathe, but he knew he couldn't let go. If he did, it would mean utter defeat—and he wasn't lucky enough to wake up in another world again.
Just as the old man raised the knife to stab Ye Feng in the side once more, a flash of silver light flickered from the shadows. A pair of sharp, piercing eyes glared from the darkness.
"Ahhh!"
With a roar, Ye Feng tightened his grip around the old man's neck. His other hand, which had been holding the old man's gun, now pressed down on the man's head. Summoning the last of his strength, Ye Feng twisted sharply to the side. A crisp *crack* echoed as the old man's neck snapped, and his arrogant demeanor vanished instantly.
*Thud.*
Ye Feng released his grip, and both men collapsed to the ground. As he lay there, Ye Feng turned his head to see the old man's lifeless, wide-eyed stare, as if mocking him for joining him in death.
"Pant... pant..."
Ye Feng could feel his body weakening, his vision blurring. For some reason, as he lay there, he thought he saw a pair of deep blue eyes gazing at him.
It must be an illusion. She's still waiting for me. I can't rest yet... for her, for them, for myself.
Summoning his last bit of consciousness, Ye Feng accessed his system interface and pulled out a small white capsule from his inventory. In an instant, the capsule materialized in his hand. He had no idea what would happen if he took it, but in this dire situation, he had no choice. Without hesitation, he swallowed the capsule.
......
"Pant... pant... pant..."
Li Mucheng continued to run deeper into the forest, her once-pristine white dress now stained with mud. As she fled, she had gathered herbs to mask her scent, smearing them over her body.
Distracted, she didn't notice the thick vines underfoot. With a startled cry, she tripped and fell to the ground. When she tried to get up, she realized her ankle was twisted, rendering her immobile.
"Ugh... get up... get up..."
No matter how hard she tried, Li Mucheng couldn't stand. At that moment, despair washed over her.
Why... why is this happening? All I wanted was to live happily with my teacher. Why does everything stand in my way? Why does danger always find me?
Why... why...
Li Mucheng lifted her head and realized she was lying on the same grassy field where Ye Feng had once taken her to admire the scenery.
As the familiar sight filled her vision, the extinguished candle in her heart reignited. She lay there quietly, feeling the cool breeze, and murmured softly to herself.
"Teacher... I believe in you. I believe you'll come for me. I'll wait... I'll wait for you forever."
Clutching Ye Feng's mask tightly to her chest, Li Mucheng smiled with a sense of peace.
......
"Report!"
"Speak."
The mercenary leader frowned, growing increasingly anxious as the manor remained eerily quiet. Just as he thought the old man had dealt with the intruder, one of his men rushed over, visibly tense.
"We've lost contact with all the perimeter guards. They vanished almost simultaneously. We don't know who's behind it, but we're investigating."
"What? Where did all these mysterious figures come from? What kind of intel are we working with?!"
The leader grabbed the mercenary by the collar in frustration before shoving him away.
"Gather everyone and prepare for an immediate evacuation. As soon as the target is secured, we pull out."
"Yes, sir..."
"No need."
As soon as the leader finished speaking, a cold voice rang out from behind him. The mercenary reached for his gun, but a flying dagger struck his neck with pinpoint accuracy. He collapsed to the ground, eyes wide with disbelief.
The leader turned to see a slender figure standing outside the base. It was clear that in the brief moment of their conversation, this person had silently taken out all his men without a sound.
"Who are you?"
"All you need to know is that you deserve to die."
The woman spoke coldly, raising a stolen pistol and firing at the leader's head. But the seasoned mercenary leader was prepared. He rolled behind a tree trunk and returned fire.
*Bang!*
*Bang!*
Gunshots echoed as the two engaged in a fierce battle near the cliff.
*Click.*
*Click.*
Their pistols clicked empty at the same time.
"Dammit!"
The leader cursed, reaching for his sidearm. But a flying dagger struck his outstretched hand, embedding itself in his palm.
"Ah! You bitch! I'll kill you!"
Yanking the dagger out, the leader lunged at the woman, aiming to stab her. Just as the blade was about to pierce her abdomen, she sidestepped with the grace of a serpent, countering with a slash that cut deep into his thigh.
"Ah!"
Before he could react, another slash severed the arteries in his wrist. Blood gushed out, but the woman didn't stop. By the time the leader collapsed, his body was a gruesome masterpiece of wounds.
"Why... why are you helping... them..."
The woman wiped the blood from her blade on his clothes, her chilling tone sending shivers down his spine.
"I had no intention of interfering. But you hurt him, so... you all have to die."
Her voice was as casual as if she were crushing an ant.
"Gasp... gasp..."
The leader tried to speak, but the loss of blood silenced him. His eyes remained wide open, lifeless.
"This is the price for harming him."
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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.”
