Hell's Rainforest.
A blood-covered man collapsed on the ground.
Teng Ao's expression was filled with grief and disbelief: "Why... why did it have to be you?"
"Weren't we brothers?!"
The reason for Teng Ao's grief was none other than the person before him...
Who had once been his brother-in-arms through life and death.
Hearing these words,
The man lying on the ground merely pulled a grotesque smile and said hoarsely: "Teng Ao... people change."
"You've held that position for far too long."
"After that great battle back then, everyone only remembers the War God."
"But we... we could only remain in the shadows like supporting characters."
"That's why... I pledged allegiance to that master!"
Upon hearing this,
Teng Ao's fists clenched with an audible crack.
His heart grew heavy.
Ever since he took on this mission six years ago, he had always felt an invisible hand controlling everything from behind.
Now it was clear that this mastermind was the same master his brothers spoke of!
Thinking this, Teng Ao shook his head, took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "Who is this master? Tell me! I'll take you to get treatment!"
"After you help me take revenge on your master, we can be brothers again."
Hearing this,
The man on the ground's expression grew even more sorrowful, and he smiled bitterly: "Teng Ao, after what I've done to you, why are you still willing to spare me?"
Hearing this, Teng Ao took a deep breath and said earnestly: "Because we are brothers."
At these words,
The fallen man's expression suddenly turned guilty and remorseful.
He regretted it, truly regretted it.
But that being was also an incredibly terrifying existence.
If he were to reveal everything here, perhaps...
His family...
Seeming to notice his concerns,
Teng Ao earnestly promised: "Don't worry, if you're concerned about your family's safety, I'll have my friend in the Royal City look after them!"
Hearing this, the man was stunned, muttering: "Friend in the Royal City?"
"That's right."
Teng Ao nodded: "When I first entered the Royal City, only that person didn't mock and ridicule me like those arrogant royal children."
"And it was she who brought Wen Yu and me together."
As he spoke,
Teng Ao suddenly noticed his good brother's expression becoming increasingly ugly, increasingly horrified, increasingly... terrifying?
He asked worriedly: "You..."
Before he could finish,
"Hahahahaha!!!"
The man lying on the ground suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, forcing himself up despite the pain.
Holding a curved blade, his eyes bulging, he sneered at Teng Ao: "Teng Ao!"
"Ah, Teng Ao! So that's how it is!"
"Hahaha!!"
"Let me tell you the truth!"
"Why do you think this mission took place in this rainforest?!"
"Hahaha! It's actually because the master needed the War God Temple and us to keep you occupied!"
"So the master could obtain the War God's Command Token from your wife and daughter!!"
At these words,
War God Teng Ao's expression changed drastically, and he roared: "What did you say?!"
Wen Yu and the others were in danger?!
The next second,
"Teng Ao!! Die!!"
Before Teng Ao could react, the man roared and swung his curved blade at him.
Teng Ao's expression changed, and just as he was about to defend himself,
The next moment,
Swoosh!!
A black figure appeared instantly behind the man, followed by a flash of blade light.
Thud!
The man was beheaded, his body falling to the ground.
"!!!"
Teng Ao's pupils constricted as he stared in disbelief at his suddenly decapitated brother.
Then, he roared at the mysteriously appeared black-robed figure: "What are you doing?!!"
Facing Teng Ao's fury,
The black-robed person calmly said: "He was trying to kill you, couldn't you see that?"
"He's my brother! He wasn't really trying to kill me then!"
Teng Ao roared.
He could sense it, could sense that the other person hadn't truly intended to kill him.
After all, even when healthy, his brother was no match for him, let alone now.
"How foolish. Teng Ao, this is why my lady says you're too naive."
"What did you say?"
Teng Ao was stunned.
The black-robed person said nothing more but took out a small device.
The next moment,
Shangguan Chuxue's voice came through: "Teng Ao, long time no see."
Hearing this voice,
Teng Ao's alert expression finally relaxed slightly, though he remained uncertain: "Shangguan Chuxue, is that you?"
Shangguan Chuxue was one of the few close friends he had made in the Royal City.
"How did you find me here?"
"Heh."
Shangguan Chuxue gave a light laugh, then...
Said solemnly: "Because your wife and daughter were recently attacked by people sent by the Su family's young miss, Su Muwan."
"What?!"
......
.....
Su Family Villa.
Living room.
"(＾－＾)V Yay!"
"I did it!"
"Qin Luo, look!"
Su Muwan sat on the sofa like an excited child, joyfully watching the ending CG scene playing on the TV.
Qin Luo returned with a bag of barbecue: "Young Miss, you beat the game?"
"Hmph! Of course!!"
"Five days, it only took me five days to complete this game!"
Su Muwan snorted lightly, then eagerly took the barbecue from Qin Luo: "Oh, Qin Luo, you even bought my favorite palm delicacy, mm, not bad!"
"Tell me what you've been up to today?"
Qin Luo sat nearby, preparing drinks while saying: "Went to recruit followers for you, Young Miss."
"Under the identity of the young master of Chen Family Martial Medicine."
"Munch munch, oh, you mean that Chen family that sells martial arts medicine globally..."
Su Muwan nodded while chewing.
Then,
Hm?
She looked at Qin Luo in surprise: "Chen Family Martial Medicine?"
She remembered that in her previous life, this Chen family's young master had been unremarkable in recent years.
But after graduating from Martial Arts University, although his martial arts talent wasn't great,
His medicine-making talent was extraordinary!
He had forcefully reached the Peak Realm by taking his own refined medicines!
Some even offered astronomical prices for him to refine breakthrough pills.
How did Qin Luo manage to recruit such a talent?
So, Su Muwan asked curiously: "Qin Luo, how did you manage that?"
"Did you use money?"
"No."
"Your charm?"
"No."
"Then what did you promise him?"
"Well, sort of."
"What promise?"
"To help him stop being a lovesick fool."
"....You're crazy."
....
....
In Shangguan Chuxue's back garden.
"As expected of master, effortlessly controlling both the War God and the King of Rakshasas!"
Yuwen Hua, unseen for a long time, looked respectfully at the figure routinely watering flowers before him.
"Heh, this is just the first step."
Shangguan Chuxue laughed lightly, her eyes revealing a mysterious meaning: "Next, let's see how Su Muwan handles my upcoming moves."
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
