"It seems we've reached the end of the road."
A calm voice echoed through the heavens and earth.
Compared to her innocent childhood and sickly adolescence, Xu Moli at the age of 20 had eyes as deep as dark pools, a countenance as cold and peerless as a celestial being, and a demeanor that seemed to descend from the heavens like a flying immortal. Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, gently tied with a jade hairpin. Her slender fingers gripped a sword, wielded to fend off enemies. Sharp, dominant, and incisive.
No one knew what experiences Xu Moli had endured, but every move she made carried a terrifying power, striking fear into the hearts of Demonic Path cultivators. However, human strength has its limits. As the Demonic Path cultivators set up a grand formation, Xu Moli, with her mere Foundation Establishment cultivation, quickly found herself trapped in a desperate situation, surrounded and hunted.
Was she about to die?
Feeling the dwindling reserves of her spiritual energy and her nearly shattered flying sword, she glanced at the tightly sealed Demonic Path formation around her. Xu Moli smiled, her smile carrying a hint of killing intent.
"Demonic Path cowards, come and fight!"
Ignoring the so-called offer of surrender, in the shocked and furious gazes of the Demonic Path cultivators, the female sword immortal unleashed her final, breathtaking strike, instantly slaying two early-stage Golden Core cultivators. Then, she was struck by a barrage of spiritual artifacts and plummeted straight down from the sky.
The girl knew.
Given the current situation, no one would come to rescue her.
But she felt no fear, nor any regret.
Long ago, she had prepared herself for the possibility of death at any moment, especially since she had already walked the edge of the underworld once.
However, thinking of bidding farewell to the world, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of reluctance. There was the Heavenly Sword Sect, her master Li Wanshou, the Black Stone City, and—
The man who had accompanied her for most of her life, warm and reassuring, yet now long gone.
Over these three years, Xu Moli had experienced many things and visited many places.
But no matter how breathtaking the new scenery was, it couldn't fill the void left by the man's departure.
What kind of feelings did she harbor for that man? Every quiet night, Xu Moli would ask herself this question.
Was it hatred? Perhaps, for his unannounced departure.
Was it love? It seemed similar, yet different from the love and affection commonly spoken of. It was an indescribable, inexplicable emotion, a longing to be together forever.
But now, it no longer mattered.
After all, she was about to die.
Strangely, as her life hung by a thread, Xu Moli looked at the Demonic Path cultivators rearing to attack and found herself thinking with a sense of relief.
Thankfully, the man had already left the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Otherwise, he would be in danger today, and might even die. That was a scenario the girl could never bear to witness.
"Riiip—"
A sound like fabric tearing abruptly echoed across the sky, causing the girl, who had calmly awaited her death, to pause. She looked up and saw the despairing sky torn apart by a dazzling sword light.
Upon closer inspection, she could make out a familiar, blood-stained figure, staggering toward her.
It was her most trusted elder brother.
It was her one and only hero.
It was the person she rejoiced for and grieved over.
But why, why was that person here!?
"No, stop... please stop!"
"It's not allowed, absolutely not... don't come any closer—!!!" Panic and despair instantly overtook the girl's usually calm expression.
She vaguely sensed something, something terrifying, something she absolutely could not accept.
But Xu Xi continued to advance.
Just like before, when the girl needed him the most, he moved toward her.
...
【Pain, too much pain】
【Your consciousness is overwhelmed by endless agony, almost rendering you incapable of thought, but you still remember your purpose: to protect your sister】
【You drive your wooden sword back to the long-lost Heavenly Sword Sect】
【You see the sect in ruins, your fellow disciples slain, your grown-up sister surrounded by the Demonic Path】
【Without hesitation, you swing your wooden sword, using the old techniques to cut down those who seek to harm your precious treasure. You are discovered, and you engage in a fierce battle with the Demonic Path cultivators】
Muscles screamed in agony.
Bones shattered.
Blood sprayed.
On the battlefield of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Xu Xi was drenched in blood, looking as though he should have died long ago, yet he continued to move forward, numbly swinging the wooden sword in his hand.
An yuan-ying level spiritual energy, not his own, condensed into a rainbow-like blade.
It cut down a later-stage Golden Elixir cultivator.
But at the same time, the counterattack from the Demonic Path cultivators cost Xu Xi his foot, sliced off and lost.
"That's Xu Xi, the Heavenly Sword Sect's top disciple! Quickly, everyone, kill him!"
A Demonic Path cultivator cried out in fear, recognizing Xu Xi's identity.
His feat of instantly defeating a later-stage Golden Core cultivator was too astonishing.
The Demonic Path cultivators were terrified, feeling immense pressure, and they all joined forces to attack Xu Xi.
"Elder Brother!!!"
Xu Moli called out the long-forgotten term, her expression more panicked than ever before. She wanted to break the formation and fight alongside Xu Xi.
But she was too weak.
Her attacks couldn't breach the formation's defenses.
She could only watch, her eyes wide with despair, as the blood-stained figure fell again and again, only to rise once more.
"Please, stop..."
Another sword strike sliced through the air.
Four Golden Elixir Demonic Path cultivators perished, and Xu Xi paid the price of having both legs severed.
He could no longer stand, forced to crawl on the ground with his hands, moving forward in a slow, grotesque manner.
Blood flowed constantly from the wounds where his legs had been.
The earth along his path was soaked with blood, leaving long trails of drag marks.
The Demonic Path cultivators were horrified, momentarily unsure who the true demon was, but they still mustered their courage and continued their assault on Xu Xi.
This time, Xu Xi paid with his entire body being burned black and his left arm completely destroyed.
He eliminated the remaining Golden Core Demonic Path cultivators.
"No, don't do this... why, I'm just a burden..."
The girl's eyes were vacant, kneeling on the ground.
She wept uncontrollably.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, falling onto her body, her thighs. It was an expression of utter despair, of complete breakdown.
"Please, stop... don't come any closer... please..."
"Waaaah—!!!"
Snot and tears flowed freely.
Her body trembled with fear.
Seeing the figure before her, burned to a blackened, half-destroyed state, crawling forward with a single arm, the despair nearly buried her soul.
Unable to breathe, unable to think, every movement filled with immense sorrow.
She could only shiver in wait for the tragedy to unfold.
Crack—
Finally, the "monster" burned beyond recognition, propped itself up with its remaining right arm and the wooden sword, and struggled to crawl towards the formation imprisoning Xu Moli.
With his last bit of strength, his final reserves of spiritual energy,
He stabbed through the entire formation with a single sword strike.
Xu Xi's cracked lips parted slightly, as if trying to say something, but his vocal cords had been burned away, rendering him mute.
But Xu Moli understood. She knew what Xu Xi truly wanted to convey.
"I've come to save you, Moli."
"I didn't lie to you."
Thud—
Almost as soon as the formation shattered, Xu Xi closed his eyes slightly, feeling exhaustion flood over him in an instant. He could no longer do anything, only wanting to sleep forever.
In the girl's despairing, crumbling gaze, Xu Xi's blackened body dissipated in the wind.
Leaving no chance for her to save him.
Her mouth gaped open.
Wanting to cry but unable to.
Only able to emit desperate howls, repeatedly cursing her own incompetence.
【You died】
【Simulation ended】
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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."
