Seeing the situation, Chen Xuan immediately activated the Kaio Ken to its maximum level.
He also activated the "All" technique from the Nine Secret Words Art.
In an instant.
He became a powerful expert who had reached the Samsara stage.
Then.
Raising his hand calmly, he said, "Time Freeze!"
The next second.
A strange ripple, like a wave, emanated from his body.
The menacing demonic claw immediately stopped its downward motion.
"No! I... I just want to see him fail, so I can mock his arrogance!" Ying Huanhuan raised her head, blushing as she argued.
Ying Xiaoxiao said nothing more, turning her gaze back to the Desolate Monument.
At that moment, Chen Xuan had already entered the world within the monument, standing on an endless desolate plain.
Chen Xuan spoke directly, “Senior of the Desolate Monument, I can help you eradicate the demon!”
As his words fell, a loud hum resonated...
"Alright!" Qi Lei answered for Chen Xuan.
At that moment, a voice echoed around them.
"Heh, if you want to comprehend our Desolate Hall's Desolate Scripture, you first need to understand what Desolate Force is!"
Not far away, an elderly man in a gray robe was gently sweeping fallen leaves from the ground with a broom. His face was aged, yet his eyes were a piercing gray.
He was Gu Mo, the elder of the Desolate Hall and a highly skilled Immortal Symbol Mast...
[Ding! Ying Xiaoxiao has generated Astonishment emotion, Emotion Value +500]
[Ding! Ying Huanhuan has generated Astonishment emotion, Emotion Value +500]
Seeing the astonishment on both girls’ faces, Chen Xuan calmly explained, “Having more skills never hurts.”
Dao Sect’s four unique scriptures were already available in his system store.
By suggesting that he study them himself, he would later make using these martial arts seem completely natural a...
With Chen Xuan joining Dao Sect, the disciples’ morale was at an all-time high!
Everyone looked forward to the upcoming Sect Tournament, seeing it as the perfect opportunity for revenge.
In Sky Hall, Wang Yan returned to Dao Sect upon hearing the news.
Currently, he ranks second on the Sect’s wanted list, just below Chen Kui, who has been missing for some time.
He wore a gray robe, his long hair disheveled and draped over his back, with a large black sw...
In the east of Dao Sect.
A towering mountain, reaching tens of thousands of feet high, stood imposingly.
This was where the Sky Hall resided.
In the sky above the Sky Hall's mountains,
Hung numerous rivers of pill energy.
They stretched out endlessly.
Above these pill rivers, there were many floating platforms.
Many disciples were cultivating on these platforms.
"The nirvana energy in these pill rivers is so rich!"
Yun Yun...
With Uchiha Gin's arrival, the previously tense and borderline explosive banquet instantly transformed into a lively and pleasant gathering. Everyone set aside their grievances for the moment and began to drink and make merry, creating a scene of joy and camaraderie.
"Brother Gin!"
"Brother Hashirama!"
Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Gin acted like long-lost friends, and after a few rounds of drinks, the two, slightly tipsy, nearly performed a ritual to become sworn broth...
Uchiha Izuna and Tobirama were already baring their teeth and rolling up their sleeves, their faces almost pressed against each other, when a sudden voice interrupted them, startling everyone present.
"Who’s there?"
Senju Hashirama frowned deeply, immediately on high alert. His muscles tensed, and deep blue chakra spread across his body.
"Wait, that voice?"
In contrast, Uchiha Madara’s expression turned peculiar upon hearing the voice. His sharp black e...
“Is it almost done? I’m starving!”
After an entire day of awkward mock battles with the Senju clan, a hungry Uchiha clan member couldn’t help but turn to his leader behind him, his dark eyes full of impatience.
He hadn’t eaten all day and was eagerly waiting for a feast.
“Who isn’t? Lord Tobirama hasn’t given any orders, and when I left, I saw the tables were already set. It’s about time we started eating,” replied a Senju clan member, equally ...
"Damn it! Let me down right now. This is the Zhu family!"
Zhu Zhuyun gritted her teeth, cursing and threatening as she floated in the air, sprawled awkwardly in an ungraceful position.
"And what of it?"
Qian Renjue chuckled lightly. With a wave of his hand, the gentle breeze that had held her suspended began to dissipate. Zhu Zhuyun’s voluptuous figure finally stopped spinning.
He stood just outside her field of vision, his presence exuding immense pressu...
Qian Renjue sat up, leaving behind the lap pillow. Hearing his words, Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly, still catching her breath.
Obediently, she stepped forward and pulled out all the willow-leaf knives before turning and running back toward Qian Renjue. Squatting down, she looked up at him with an innocent expression, holding the 25 knives in her hands.
"Teacher, here you go~"
"Keep them for yourself," Qian Renjue said, pinching her sweat-soaked cheek gently and brushi...
Before long, Zhu Zhuqing had finished all the delicious food Qian Renjue had taken out, leaving nothing behind.
"How was it? Are you full?"
Qian Renjue opened his purple eyes, looking softly at the little cat nestled in his arms.
"Mhm, I'm full."
Zhu Zhuqing held her stomach, nodding seriously with a satisfied expression. Her delicate body trembled slightly as if suppressing a burp.
"Heh."
Qian Renjue released Ling Yuan’s jade-like hand and,...
Snap!
Qian Renjue closed the book resting on his lap as Hu Liena approached.
Smiling, he asked, "Nana, how was it? You spent a few days in Death Canyon—did you get hurt?"
"Nope~"
Hu Liena happily shook her head. The moment she stepped into the room and saw the senior brother she had longed for, her heart fluttered with joy. She loved this feeling—knowing her senior brother cared for her.
Without hesitation, she squeezed herself into the small, ad...
In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.
The preliminaries and advancement rounds of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament had long since concluded. The participating teams were now about to arrive at Spirit City.
It was midday.
The courtyard, known for attracting attention, was unusually quiet.
In the master bedroom, on a phoenix-carved bed, Bibi Dong lay on the outer side, resting her eyes during the brief midday respite....
Hearing the rapid heartbeat near his ear, Qian Renjue didn’t lift the pillow to face Dugu Yan.
It was better to spare her the embarrassment—and himself the awkwardness.
Ye Lingling, now fully dressed, glanced at Dugu Yan, who was focused on sipping her tea. She then walked over to the bed, slightly bending down as she gently nudged the blanket covering Qian Renjue.
"Jue~ it's time to get up."
"I’m getting up now."
Qian Renjue swiftly removed the pi...
The next afternoon arrived quietly.
In the hotel room, Qian Renjue lay peacefully on the soft and comfortable bed, his breathing steady.
In his arms, Ye Lingling's delicate face was tinged with a faint blush. She wore a close-fitting beige underlayer, which accentuated her graceful and beautiful figure. Her slender arm rested lightly on Qian Renjue's chest, where his white undershirt couldn’t fully hide his well-defined, muscular physique.
Her delicate hand lay ...
“Lingling, what are you looking at?”
Dugu Yan curiously followed Ye Lingling’s gaze but found nothing unusual.
“Nothing.”
Ye Lingling quickly looked away, shaking her head gently.
Dugu Yan bit into the apricot in her hand and didn’t press further.
However, as if something had come to mind, a teasing glint appeared in her eyes. She leaned closer to Ye Lingling’s ear and said mischievously:
“By the way, Lingling, I just thought of so...
“Xiao Jue, are you sure this thing is reliable?”
Inside the Worship Hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo stared at the item in Qian Daoliu’s hands, almost in disbelief. He couldn’t help but confirm again with Qian Renjue.
Faced with the curious gazes of all the worshippers, Qian Renjue chuckled softly.
“Grandpa Crocodile, can’t your discerning eyes tell whether it’s real or fake?”
“It’s not about distinguishing authenticity, Xiao Jue,” Azure ...
He felt the warmth in his arms.
Qian Renjue's hand paused slightly before continuing to write the remaining content. He reached out to support the slender, soft waist beside him.
The strength in his writing hand gradually softened, becoming much gentler.
"Jue..."
Bibi Dong leaned lightly against Qian Renjue, rubbing against him slightly. Her clear, amethyst-like eyes glimmered with a touch of reliance.
The feeling Qian Renjue gave her had changed aga...
While Uchiha Gin was busy preparing his gift, the heated verbal exchanges on the battlefield were reaching their climax.
Since both sides had been informed not to engage in physical combat, they resorted to a different kind of duel—an intense war of words.
"Is the Senju clan always this weak?" sneered a handsome Uchiha, brushing aside the clumsy punches of a hulking Senju warrior. His sharp eyebrows furrowed in mock disdain as he taunted, his voice dripping with sa...
Above the skies.
High above, beyond the reach of the mortal eye, a blue-green figure darted swiftly through the clouds. In the milky white expanse, it left behind a conspicuous streak.
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.
Glancing at the birds flying past him, Uchiha Gin, now in Tenseigan Chakra Mode, enjoyed the thrill of flight for the second time. His pale blue eyes gleamed as the chakra cloak enveloping his body shielded him from the rushing wind. With no r...
"Oh? Then why are you still standing out here?"
As he spoke, Qian Renjue had already approached the entrance of the Pope’s Hall.
Cardinal Sigma cast a pleading glance at the two gatekeepers, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
Qian Renjue looked at them. Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed gracefully.
“Your Highness, Her Majesty the Pope instructed us earlier that she wishes to be alone for a while.”
“Is that so?”
Qian Renjue’s brows twi...
Faced with the Ice Jade Emperor’s advice, Snow Empress pursed her pink lips in silence. She didn’t want to outright reject Qian Renjue. Being with him felt so comforting.
Qian Renjue had promised her that after her sacrifice, she would still retain the ability to act independently.
However, doubts lingered in her heart.
What if Qian Renjue failed? What would happen after her sacrifice?
And Bing'er... what would happen to her? Would she have to sacrifice...
Boom!
The icy ruins scattered into fragments, exploding outward.
From the debris emerged the proud figure of the Ice Jade Scorpion Emperor, her head held high as she let out a ferocious roar.
“Damn it!”
“That cowardly rat only knows how to run! Tch!”
Her powerful aura was so overwhelming that even the falling snow reversed its direction, swirling upward.
Snow Empress lowered her gaze from the sky and turned her attention to her sister....
"Oh?"
Qian Renjue’s eyes held a trace of surprise as he watched Snow Empress step lightly forward in her new shoes, her graceful steps full of ease. Her icy face tilted up, radiant as ever.
She gently rubbed her delicate right wrist with her left hand, and a pure white snow lotus emitting a faint exotic fragrance appeared in her palm.
"Don’t humans need to eat?"
"This is a ten-thousand-year snow lotus I picked just for you. Want to try it?"
Snow Empr...
Unable to become Qian Renjue's mother.
Snow Empress felt a little regret but did not dwell on it.
Her attention was quickly drawn to the small pink garment in her hands.
She kept examining the piece of fabric and the few attached strings.
She couldn’t quite figure out how it was supposed to be worn.
Compared to the styles Qian Renjue had previously shown her,
this outfit had far too little fabric.
Not even a hole.
"Huh?"
Wind Style: Net Trap was one of Shamon’s signature Wind Release techniques. Unlike the ordinary net-based jutsu, he took a novel approach by leveraging the terrain, mixing sand grains into the wind, and increasing the technique's destructive power.
Indeed, yellow sand truly represents the identity of the Land of Wind ninjas.
Shamon, satisfied, watched the sand grains swirling with the wind jutsu, a proud glint flashing in his eyes.
The fierce yellow wind, carryi...
Upon hearing Uchiha Gin's words, the once-smug Shamon instantly broke into a cold sweat, beads of it dripping down from the dragon tattoo on his shiny bald head, falling onto the parched sand below and stirring up some dust.
"No way, Mr. Gin! This is classified! You understand, right? Classified information!"
Shamon, his face full of concern, anxiously grabbed Uchiha Gin's arm, trying to explain what "classified" meant.
"I understand, I understand," Uchiha Gin wav...
In the camp of the Roran Tribe.
A curly-haired man and a shiny bald man strolled side by side along the camp's single, modest street and curiously glanced around.
As he walked, Uchiha Gin noticed that, despite the people here living with little material wealth, their faces were filled with smiles, and their words expressed a love for life.
It moved him to appreciate the simplicity and kindness of the people here.
"Mr. Gin, you truly live up to your reputat...
The next morning, Bibi Dong awoke early. She left the warm embrace beside her and sat up, casting a glance at Qian Renjue to confirm he hadn’t lied — he was indeed still pure.
It wasn’t that she disapproved of Qian Renjue being with Ling Yuan; after all, as his mother, she had a right to know.
Otherwise, what would sneaking around look like? Bibi Dong leaned over to give her usual morning kiss and then headed toward the bathroom.
Qian Renjue wasn’t traini...