Su Qi sidestepped to avoid Elder Feng's bow.
Holy shit, he was just putting on a casual act—why was the old man going this far?
He reached out to steady the elder's arm, his usual lazy demeanor returning to his face, mixed with a hint of exasperation.
"Elder Feng."
He sighed.
"This bow of yours—I don’t deserve it."
Elder Feng straightened up with Su Qi’s support.
The deep lines on his face showed no trace of embarrassment, only an unprecedented solemnity.
"This bow isn’t for you as an individual."
The elder’s voice was steady and firm, each word resonating from his chest.
"It’s for the conviction to ‘carry forward the wisdom of past sages,’ for the grand aspiration to ‘pave the way for eternal peace.’"
"This bow, you do deserve."
He turned away from Su Qi, shifting his gaze to Wu Gong, who stood frozen like stone.
"I have urgent matters to attend to—I must leave now."
"From now on, report everything to me. Don’t decide for yourself what’s important or not."
Wu Gong stiffened, his back straightening instantly, sweat trickling down his temple.
"Yes, sir!"
Only then did Elder Feng look back at Su Qi, the sharpness in his eyes softening into warmth.
"Child, I know you’re exhausted. Get some proper rest."
"The foundational logic of the ‘Sourceflow Construction Method’—I’ll come for it personally tomorrow. It’s the cornerstone of the entire plan."
"Great Xia’s finest minds will immediately form a dedicated research institute to assist you in refining and extrapolating it."
Su Qi waved a hand dismissively, as if it were nothing.
"I’ll sort it out later and write it down for you."
He walked to the bed and flopped down, sinking into the mattress.
The grand narrative, the weighty responsibility—it all seemed tossed aside without a second thought.
Right now, he was just a young man pushed to his limits, on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion.
Seeing him like this, Elder Feng’s expression grew even more complex.
Admiration, concern, and above all, deep respect.
He knew Su Qi wasn’t indifferent—he had already staked everything on that grand vision.
Compared to that, any formalities or courtesies were superfluous.
"Very well."
Elder Feng nodded.
"Rest properly."
He took one last long look at the young man sprawled on the bed, then turned and left the room, leading the still shell-shocked Wu Gong behind him.
Yun Huang remained standing where she was, unmoving.
Her emotions were like a lake struck by a boulder, its surface still unsettled.
Outside the door, Elder Feng’s voice, though hushed, carried clearly.
"Send all the best nutritional and restorative agents from the base here."
"Make it happen."
"Yes, sir!"
Footsteps faded into the distance.
The room was left with only the steady rhythm of Su Qi’s breathing, Yun Huang still standing there, and Liu Yuan, who had been sitting quietly at the head of the bed the whole time, hugging her knees and watching everything with wide eyes.
Yun Huang stared at the back of the seemingly asleep figure on the bed. Inside her, the newly formed "canal" flowed slowly.
With each cycle, her understanding of power deepened.
She could feel herself growing stronger at an astonishing rate.
Yet the joy of this growth was drowned by an even greater emotion.
If she had this power to rely on…
That day wouldn’t be far off…
She walked to the door, her hand pausing on the handle for a moment.
"Thank you."
She murmured the words, unsure if they were heard, then pulled the door open and stepped out.
…
Yun Huang walked slowly, her thoughts in turmoil.
Predestined champion, an unrepeatable miracle, a new foundation for cultivation, paving the way for eternal peace…
These phrases relentlessly battered the worldview she’d built over eighteen years.
Rounding a corner, she saw her teammates waiting up ahead.
Li Ran, Liu Feiyu, and the other squad members stood there.
The moment they noticed her coming from the direction of Su Qi’s resting area, their expressions turned strange.
Especially Li Ran—his face darkened, fists clenched so tight his knuckles cracked.
"He… didn’t do anything to you, did he?"
His voice was low, simmering with suppressed anger.
To him, Yun Huang’s long absence and dazed expression could only mean something bad had happened.
"None of your business."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.”
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
