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Transcendence: From Frail Heir to Martial Deity

"If one day you find yourself having traveled to another world, only to discover you're in the midst of 'Forced Advances'... well, to act or not to act? That is the question..." In the 21st century, a top assassin crosses into a different realm. Faced with his own 'embarrassing' 'situation', will he choose to 'continue'? A magical world of martial spirit, a declining noble family, a weak and neglected legitimate heir. In the face of internal and external troubles, what choices will the ruthless assassin make!? That is the question..." Cultivation Levels: Yuanqi: Able to utilize basic Qi. Fighter: Can harness powerful martial spirit, practicing combat techniques. Warrior: Forms a martial spirit shroud, impenetrable by a regular fighter's full force. King: Forms an armor of martial spirit, unbreakable even by a warrior's full strength. Emperor: Uses abundant martial spirit to form wings, transforming spirit into wings. In front of an Emperor, even the mightiest Kings are insignificant. Venerable: Can manipulate spatial forces and move in void. Against such a force, Emperors stand no chance. Saint: Masters spatial forces completely, dominating all with disdain. Martial Deity: The highest realm achievable in martial spirit cultivation, commanding a domain of martial spirit where all below are mere ants. Title Martial Deity: A legendary, immortal being. Only 'Heavenly Demon Nine Transformations' has been known to reach this level, and throughout history, only its founder Yang Mo Tian has achieved it. Each level is divided into nine crystals, with vast differences between each crystal. Skill Levels: From low to high: Xuanwu, Zhuque, Baihu, Qinglong, each divided into lower, middle, and upper grades. The power difference between each grade is enormous, especially from Zhuque to Baihu, which is like the difference between heaven and earth. Possessing Baihu skills allows one to fight across levels. Baihu skills require at least a Warrior level to practice. Qinglong skills, almost mythical, can only be executed at the pinnacle of Saint level without facing demise. When used by a peak Saint, it can even challenge a Martial Deity. 'Heavenly Demon Nine Transformations' belongs to no specific grade but automatically advances with deeper cultivation. At the ninth transformation, it reaches its peak, which is the technique practiced by the protagonist of the story.

braveneworld · 奇幻
分數不夠
188 Chs

Hall Assassination

Mo Rouxin sighed softly, her empty gaze slowly shifting to the head of the table where Mo Er Ye sat. She smiled faintly and said, "Father, since you wish to choose a husband for Rouxin, how could I not attend? If I don't even know whom I am to marry, wouldn't that be improper?" Mo Er Ye was momentarily stunned, unable to discern his daughter's intentions. He waved his hand, signaling the guards to stand down, and spoke solemnly, "Since Rouxin wants to see, it's fine. Someone, prepare the main seat!"

But Mo Rouxin shook her head gently, "No need, Father. I just want to ask you... Is this Li Yi the husband you have chosen for me?" Mo Er Ye frowned slightly, "Indeed, Master Li is a prodigy, and the future patriarch of the Li family. In Wanchao City, only he is worthy of you."

"A prodigy?" Mo Rouxin slowly turned her head, her gaze landing on Li Yi as if engraving his features into her memory. After a moment, she continued softly, "Li Yi, Li Yi, I never imagined you were indeed a prodigy... No wonder I fell into your hands that day, utterly powerless... Haha, Li Yi, do you know, ever since that day, Rouxin has been thinking of you day and night. If it weren't for Father's intervention, Rouxin would have sought you out countless times in the dead of night, to hold your handsome head in my hands..."

Her voice echoed softly in the hall, turning what could have been ambiguous statements into something chilling. Although many knew about Li Yi's forceful encounter with Mo Rouxin, the sight of the two facing each other made everyone's heart race. Li Yi himself was drumming internally, not afraid but bitterly amused. Why were all the women he met in this life so extreme? Li Nana could commit such acts, and now Mo Rouxin, who harbored extreme hatred yet remained so calm...

Li Yi took a deep breath and managed a handsome smile, "Miss, have we met before? You speak as if we are familiar. If I'm not mistaken, I have never seen you before." The crowd was dumbfounded, with some nearly cursing aloud. Mo Rouxin, however, wasn't angered by his words. She leaned forward, her finger under Li Yi's chin, "I wish I had never met you, Li Yi. Since we have met today, why not... join me in death?"

Before she finished, Mo Rouxin opened her mouth, and two silver flashes shot towards Li Yi's face. The sudden attack left everyone unable to react. Just then, Li Yi coldly chuckled and slapped the fallen silver plate on the floor, sending it spinning up. "Ding ding" – the silver flashes were deflected, striking two Li family members nearby. They turned black and collapsed in an instant, dissolving into pools of blood.

The crowd gasped, moving away rapidly. Such potent poison! Li Yi's eyes flickered, noticing two silver needles nailed to the floor, glowing with a blue sheen. "Damn it!" Li Han roared, his Dou Qi swelling as he struck towards Mo Rouxin. But she flipped backward, avoiding his attack. Midair, she flicked her wrist, sending another silver flash towards Li Yi. Li Yi grunted, "Protect Nana!" He grabbed a nearby table and threw it forward.

"Boom" – Mo Rouxin's whip split the table in two, and the silver flash continued towards Li Yi. He roared and flicked his finger, his black Dou Qi deflecting the needle. Mo Rouxin's two attacks failing, she landed lightly, smiling, "You do have some skills!" Li Yi was infuriated, thinking, 'Skills my foot! If I hadn't reacted quickly, I'd be a puddle of blood by now!' Initially feeling guilty towards Mo Rouxin, his sentiment faded as she attempted to kill him on sight, clearly premeditated. His eyes flashed with murderous intent, his black Dou Qi swirling rapidly, ready to strike.

The crowd, finally recovering from shock, realized the gravity of the situation. Mo Rouxin's attempt on Li Yi's life indicated possible premeditation by the Mo family. If true, the Li and Mo families were on a collision course. The hall filled with rising killing intent. Even the injured Li family members gripped their weapons, waiting for Li Han's command, while Mo family guards subtly formed an encircling stance.

In the crowd, all eyes were fixed on Mo Rouxin and Li Yi, who faced each other with a palpable tension in the air, as if ready to strike at any moment. "I heard Miss Mo Rouxin advanced to Fighter years ago. Her strength must be greater, right?" "Nonsense, didn't you see how Li Yi effortlessly handled a hundred steps earlier? A mere Fighter doesn't scare him!" "But Master Li Yi is injured, and Miss Mo Rouxin is so formidable. What if they really fight…"

Members of the Long family were quietly discussing among themselves, preferring to observe from the sidelines in the conflict between the Li and Mo families. Long Aotian, who had been sweating bullets since recognizing Li Yi, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes locked on Li Yi, probably more nervous than anyone else.

"Insolence!" Amidst the shock, Mo Er Ye suddenly stood up, slamming the table into pieces. His face twisted with rage as he glared at Mo Rouxin, hissing, "Rouxin! What is the meaning of this? Who allowed you to act?!" Indeed, Mo Er Ye himself was the most shocked. Although he knew his daughter was willful, he never imagined she harbored such a grudge over the incident three months ago, attempting to kill Li Yi at first sight. If Li Yi had died in the sneak attack, it would have been another matter, but now Li Yi remained unharmed and Li Han was furious. How could the Mo family bear the wrath of the Li family now? Mo Er Ye believed that Li Yi, who could handle a hundred steps alone, could deal with all his guards in the hall. These were not ordinary guards but the core strength of the Mo family. Losing them would relegate the Mo family to a second-tier force in Wanchao City...

Thus, Mo Er Ye's fury was not feigned. Partly he was unprepared for such a development, and partly he wanted to show his complete ignorance of the situation. What Li Han and Li Yi thought, however, was another matter.

Faced with her father's rage, Mo Rouxin smiled faintly. Her smile was captivating yet eerie as she whispered, "Father, you once said the man worthy of Rouxin must be a peerless strong man. How can he be called strong if he can't even defeat Rouxin? Since you want Li Yi as my husband, I have to test his strength, right?"

Mo Er Ye's expression froze, unsure how to respond. According to Mo Rouxin, she wasn't attacking Li Yi sneakily but testing his qualifications. Hearing this, Li Han scoffed but said nothing more. Mo Rouxin's words gave both sides a way out. If given a choice, Li Han wouldn't want to engage the Mo family at this moment, as the odds were not in the Li family's favor. The score could be settled later.

Li Yi, hearing this, couldn't help laughing, "Very well! After Miss Mo Rouxin's test, do you think I qualify to be your husband?" Sensing the cold killing intent in Li Yi's eyes, Mo Rouxin's smile froze, but she shook her head, "The victory is undecided. How can we judge qualifications?"

"An undecided victory!" Li Yi laughed heartily, "Then today, let's settle it! Just remember, Miss Mo, if I lose, do as you please, but if you lose…"

"I lose, do as you please," Mo Rouxin stated.

Li Yi sneered, "Then please remember your words, Miss Mo!" Without wasting words, Mo Rouxin flicked her right hand, her silver whip circling in the air with a crack. The whip crackled with faint traces of lightning. The crowd gasped in surprise, likely unaware that Mo Rouxin cultivated a thunder-attribute Dou Qi technique. Li Yi noticed the peculiarity – thunder-attribute Dou Qi was known for its paralysis effect, making it extremely tricky to handle.

"Then, Master Li Yi, please!" "Miss Mo, please!" As their voices rang out, their Dou Qi collided before anyone could intervene. Mo Rouxin stumbled back several steps, smiling coldly at the approaching Li Yi. She flicked her wrist, the silver whip, crackling with thunder, snaked towards Li Yi. As the whip approached, Li Yi reached out, his black Dou Qi coalescing on his fingers, swirling into a vortex. The whip, just about to hit Li Yi, was deflected to the side with a loud crash, scattering electric sparks.

Dodging Mo Rouxin's strike, Li Yi retreated, his right hand uncontrollably trembling. The thunder-attribute Dou Qi was indeed tricky, causing paralysis with just a light touch – more troublesome than facing a hundred men!