Quick Transmigration: A Super-Effective Novel Within a Super-Effective Novel

"Roar--"

The dragon's roar shook the heavens. Lin Zhao used the dragon's horn to completely slit open the golden dragon's back, revealing golden dragon tendons. Without thinking, Lin Zhao pulled them out.

"Uhhhhhh-"

Warm steam still emanated from the dragon tendons. The seal, having lost its dragon tendons, degenerated into a human form and fell straight down from the clouds.

"Brother Feng Qing!"

Feng Lai feigned concern and stepped forward. The gods of the Heavenly Palace had already surrounded the sealed chime. Feng Lai glanced at the useless chime from the outside and then silently took two steps back.

"Pfft!" Feng Qing spat out a mouthful of blood, his hand trembling as he pointed at Lin Zhao, as if he was still unwilling to give up.

Lin Zhao hovered in the air, casually swinging the dragon tendon in his hand, before finally fixing his gaze on Feng Lai.

"He's finished, you're next."

Lin Zhao suddenly swung out the dragon tendon with a "whoosh," and Feng Lai felt a heat on her neck. In an instant, she was hoisted and dragged to Lin Zhao's side.

"Brother Feng Qing, save me!"

Feng Lai then remembered Feng Qing and screamed incessantly.

"You! Let go of Feng Lai! *Pfft!*"

Even at this point, Feng Qing still tried to be strong, enduring the excruciating pain to prop himself up halfway, which resulted in him vomiting another mouthful of blood.

Lin Zhao used the dragon tendons to tightly bind Feng Lai to her side, but that wasn't all. With a wave of her hand, the two dragon horns she had just broken off instantly pierced into the clouds below the Heavenly Palace like two giant nails.

"What are you going to do!" Feng Qing knew how tough his dragon horns were, and his heart tightened.

"What are you doing? Hehe, let's overturn this Heavenly Palace!"

As soon as Lin Zhao finished speaking, she exerted force with both hands, manipulating the two dragon horns that served as pry bars, and suddenly lifted them upwards.

Cracks appeared in the clouds, the celestial palace trembled violently, rosy light scattered, and wind and clouds surged.

"This...this...this is really going to turn the heavens upside down!"

The Heavenly Emperor was so frightened that he stammered, and the clouds beneath his feet shook violently, making it difficult for him to stand.

"Quick! Stop her!"

The Heavenly Emperor quickly summoned all the gods and immortals to exert their power.

Even the ancient god's bloodline, Feng Qing, could not defeat Lin Zhao. Moreover, Lin Zhao used the most resilient dragon horn in the world as an aid. How could those immortals who only cared about enjoying themselves and neglected cultivation possibly withstand Lin Zhao overturning the Heavenly Palace?

Lin Zhao gradually exerted her strength, and one after another, the once majestic buildings in the Heavenly Palace collapsed. She laughed wildly, and at the same time, she used the dragon tendons to torture Feng Lai.

"Hahahaha! I'll overturn the Heavenly Palace! I mean what I say!"

"Feng, Feng Qing... Brother... Brother! Help..."

Feng Lai was so tightly bound by the dragon tendons that she was almost suffocating. Her face turned bright red, and her eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.

"Stop! Cough cough!"

Feng Qing felt heartbroken, not just heartbroken, but also extremely distressed.

"God of War! God of War! Save the Heavenly Palace! The Heavenly Palace is collapsing!"

The Heavenly Emperor and the group of old immortals had no time to care about Feng Lai and Lin Zhao. They begged Feng Qing to stand up and fight Lin Zhao again.

Lin Zhao watched from afar and reached out to weigh Feng Lai beside him.

"Feng Qing, I'd like to see whether you, who are already struggling to take care of yourself, want to save your Nine Heavens or your sweetheart? Hahahaha!"

"You! Pfft—"

Feng Qing was so angry that he vomited three liters of blood. He knew his own limitations and that he couldn't save either side. After vomiting two mouthfuls of blood, he simply fainted.

"Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter! What a great war god!"

Lin Zhao burst into laughter, but after he finished laughing, his eyes sharpened, and he clenched his dragon tendon in one hand and suddenly exerted force with the other.

They unleashed their deadly move.

But in that instant, that familiar yet annoying light came from all directions. Lin Zhao raised his hand to block it, and Feng Lai, who was bound by the dragon tendons, disappeared instantly, along with Feng Qing, who had fainted in front of the Heavenly Palace.

And the Heavenly Palace, which had been shaking, shattering, and collapsing, gradually returned to calm. Under the order of Heaven, everything began to recover.

Although Lin Zhao wasn't injured, he was absolutely disgusted.

"[Host! Heaven has made its move again! Are we unable to kill Feng Qing and Feng Lai?]" 710 asked nervously.

[Pah! There's no one I can't kill if I want to!]

Lin Zhao spat, cursing his bad luck, then turned and gathered the dragon horns and tendons before returning to the mortal realm.

"So we are now...?" 710 asked, puzzled.

[Let's try another method. Since Heaven protects the God of War and the "Goddess," let's think of a way to kill the god!]

Lin Zhao suddenly remembered the golden light of that day and immediately came up with a plan.

Without turning her head, she casually tossed the dragon horn and tendon to 710, [Store them in your spatial storage.]

710 could only obediently nod, "Okay, yes, ma'am!"

It shivered as it held the still-warm dragon horn and tendons.

Now it finally understood where Lin Zhao's "props" in that space came from...

-

After Lin Zhao stormed the Heavenly Palace, the realm of immortals suffered a severe blow. The God of War Feng Qing and Feng Lai disappeared without a trace, and no one had the leisure or ability to capture Lin Zhao again.

A century passed in the blink of an eye. During this century, the City of Ten Thousand Evils in the mortal realm gradually rose to prominence. The city was still home to all sorts of people, engaging in black market and underworld transactions, but the order was much stricter, and the villains all followed the lead of the city lord.

The City of Ten Thousand Evils continuously gathers the turbid energy of the world, nourishing its elusive Lord, a dragon whose head and tail are rarely seen.

Along with it, another sect in the human realm called the Six Virtues Sect also rose to prominence.

This sect is different from ordinary cultivation sects. It does not advocate cultivation and is indifferent to worldly affairs. All of the more than 600 people in the sect are ordinary people who are not strong enough to kill a chicken, especially scholars.

Every day, they would tend to the flowers and plants in their sect, run a school to teach people about benevolence and righteousness, occasionally spread some moral principles, or go down the mountain to help people in the world. They did not ask for anything in return, but they were happy and carefree.

It's as if all they need to do is be themselves, just living in a different place in a group.

They also need the protection of a sect.

It appears to be quite inactive.

In addition, the founder of the Six Virtues Sect is also very mysterious, and even the sect's members have rarely seen her true face.

Some say she is the greatest philanthropist in the world, saving lives, teaching and imparting knowledge; there is no one better than her.

Some say she is actually the greatest villain in the world, and that she founded the Six Virtues Sect merely to find a pretext to raise funds and gather followers, all to elevate her own cultivation level...

Opinions varied, but the reputation of the Six Virtues Sect gradually spread, and everyone in the Six Realms knew about it.

"Brother Fengqing, do you really think the Six Virtues Sect in the human realm is that powerful?"

Feng Qing and Feng Lai, who were the last two to disappear under the protection of Heaven during the Heavenly Palace War, changed into mortal attire and walked side by side among the crowd.

Over the past century, they should have recovered somewhat and were able to walk and move around. However, Lin Zhao had injured them too severely back then, so Feng Lai's face was still pale, and she looked like a frail willow in the wind, as if she might collapse at any moment.

Feng Qing helped Feng Lai steady and comforted her gently, "I've checked, there's no mistake. In all six realms, there is no place more suitable for you than the Six Goodness Sect."

As he spoke, he ambiguously tied a strand of Feng Lai's hair, "Although we have been out of danger all these years, you are plagued by turbid energy, your health is deteriorating day by day, and you are often harassed by demons and monsters... It really breaks my heart."

“Brother Fengqing…” Feng Lai’s eyes sparkled with affection.

"Don't worry, I've found a way to completely remove the turbid energy from your body. I won't let you suffer anymore!" Feng Qing held Feng Lai's hand tightly.

Feng Lai also managed a smile.

Looking up at the Six Virtues Gate standing tall on the stone steps, the two of them couldn't help but recall the darkness beneath that method.

But what does it matter if a few hundred mortals die to save Feng Lai?