"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven..."
"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight..."
"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine..."
"Two thousand..."
As the final number fell, Mian pushed up fiercely with both arms. His body flipped upright as gracefully as a cheetah, and he let out a long breath.
The morning light filtered through the sparse branches, dancing across his sweat-drenched bangs and bulging muscles.
In terms of pure physical stamina, he might even be at the level of a mid-tier warrior by now.
Even though he had started studying magic a long time ago, he had never neglected his physical training.
"Very good," a calm and steady voice sounded from behind Mian.
"Teacher," Mian's face lit up with joy. "When did you get here?"
Enlaisi was standing right behind Mian, though it was unclear when he had arrived.
"You've just about used up the body-tempering potion I gave you last time, right?" Enlaisi asked directly, skipping the pleasantries, his gaze sweeping over Mian's lean, muscular arms.
"It's almost gone, Teacher... I have enough money on hand now, so I can go out and buy the potions myself..." Mian scratched his head. Professor Enlaisi had always provided him with potions, which made him feel a bit embarrassed.
"How could the effects of store-bought potions compare to what I prepare for you? I had an old friend brew these specifically... Besides, the quality of goods outside varies drastically. Knowing your temperament, I'm afraid you'd get scammed into pawning your own mage robe." Enlaisi shook his head. "I am your teacher, and I will help you all the way. Just use them with peace of mind and don't feel burdened by it. Whatever outstanding achievements you accomplish in the future will be the best reward for me."
"Yes, Teacher," Mian said gratefully.
"Alright, I have a class next, so I won't keep you company." Enlaisi waved his hand, pulled a pipe from his breast pocket, clamped it in his mouth, and walked off effortlessly.
Mian looked at Enlaisi's retreating back thoughtfully, but eventually shook his head, pushing the thoughts away.
Looking around to confirm no one was nearby, Mian quickly stripped off his sweat-soaked training clothes that clung to his body and changed into a loose-fitting mage robe.
Being so obsessed with tempering the physical body in a magic academy made him stick out like a sore thumb; this was probably why he subconsciously avoided people's eyes.
Walking out of the small grove, Mian ran into a familiar figure.
Anana was clutching a book, standing somewhat blankly in the middle of the road and looking around, spinning in circles like a lost little deer.
"What's wrong?" Mian approached proactively and asked gently.
"Uh... Senior Mian?" Seeing Mian, Anana tried hard to recall his name, her face showing the awkwardness of a newcomer.
"Isn't class about to start? What are you still doing here?" Mian asked, slightly confused.
"I... I can't find where the classroom is." Anana felt a bit dizzy. "This place is too big, and there are so many academies. I have no idea where to go..."
"But you're a freshman, right? All freshmen gather at that building over there. You won't be divided into the respective academies until you officially begin learning magic." Mian pointed to a domed building and thoughtfully explained. "After all, the mana detector only identifies the fundamental attribute of your magic power; it doesn't mean you have to strictly follow that path... If you develop a stronger affinity for other elements later on, it's entirely possible to become a mage of a different attribute."
"I see! Thank you so much, Senior Mian!" Anana hurriedly rushed off in the direction Mian had pointed.
Watching Anana's reckless manner, Mian chuckled and shook his head.
He hadn't registered for any classes today, so it looked like it would be a very relaxing day.
Mian stretched lazily. Next, he planned to head to the training grounds to practice the magic he had just learned.
"Mian!"
A flash of fire rushed toward him, transforming into a familiar figure and revealing Delyan's bright yet anxious face.
It was Senior Delyan.
Why was everyone in such a panic today?
"What's wrong, Senior Delyan?"
"Is there any place to hide around here?" Delyan asked Mian, speaking at a rapid-fire pace.
"What happened?" Mian looked at his senior strangely; she seemed to be hiding from someone.
"Just tell me if there is or not!"
"Oh... maybe over there?" Mian pointed to the small grove he had just exited.
Delyan's eyes lit up, and she instantly darted into the woods.
"Don't tell anyone I was here... And also, call me Instructor Delyan!"
Mian scratched his head, somewhat bewildered.
Not long after, another person called out to Mian.
"Student, did you happen to see a... hmm, beautiful young female instructor run past?"
Mian turned around and was slightly stunned. It was an unbelievably beautiful female elf.
"She was wearing a dark red mage robe... has a very cute face, and also, a super amazing figure!" Liyana gestured wildly with her hands as she described the person to Mian.
She's definitely talking about Senior Delyan, Mian muttered in his heart.
"Excuse me, did you see her? I have some things I need to clear up with her." Liyana looked Mian up and down, vaguely feeling that he looked somewhat familiar.
Suddenly, a memory surfaced in Mian's mind of how Senior Delyan used to boss him around like a servant during magic experiments.
"Mian! Raise the temperature a bit more!"
"You can't handle this already? You're far too useless. A man can't say he can't do it, your future girlfriend will be disappointed!"
"Ah! It's going to explode! Block it! Mian, hurry and block it with a magic barrier..."
All sorts of terrible memories flooded his mind.
"Yes, I saw her... Senior Delyan ducked into those woods." Mian decisively sold Delyan out.
After all, this elf lady didn't look like a bad person, and she definitely had very important matters to discuss with his senior.
"Great, thank you!" Liyana chased after her in a fiery rush.
Mian stood where he was, not walking too far away.
A moment later, commotions came from the woods.
First, Liyana's voice suddenly spiked: "Delyan! You actually dared to cheat on me with another woman while I was away! This is too much, I didn't even go looking for other little girls!"
Then came Delyan's obviously guilty response: "Ah, Liyana... how did you find me?"
Liyana said indignantly, "That's not important! Speak up, how do you plan to resolve this?"
Delyan's voice weakened: "Ugh—who told you to leave for so long... besides, I already broke up with her..."
"Delyan, I was really wrong about you. I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!"
"Wuu—I'm sorry, I just made a mistake that any woman would make... By the way, what about Teacher Mo Lini? Have you won her over yet after all this time?" Delyan tried to change the subject.
"Not yet..."
"Liyana, aren't you way too useless?"
"Wait, how are you lecturing me now? You're not a little lioness at all, you're just a thieving cat!"...
Mian shook his head, paid it no further mind, and turned to leave.

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.”

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

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!