When mentioning the Old Heavenly Master, Buddha Face's tone carried disdain and disgust, yet he was quite pleased with Zhang Gonglian's predicament.
Because Zhang Gonglian had not received the Heavenly Master's inheritance either, an acknowledgment he had spent his entire life failing to obtain.
The same went for this Heavenly Master in name only standing before him.
"Let me show you what a true Heavenly Master's inheritance looks like."
Saying this, Buddha Face slowly raised his hand, spread his five fingers, and made a grasping motion toward the ritual altar.
The Nine Heavens Divine Pill, which had been quietly floating above the altar, suddenly began to tremble violently. It let out continuous hums, as if cheering and jumping for joy.
Zhang Gonglian watched Buddha Face, forcing himself to stay calm. While speaking to stall for time, he desperately squeezed out the little spiritual energy left in his body, rapidly drawing another talisman in the air before him.
This was his final move.
Budd Face naturally noticed his little trick but didn't care at all. He even watched this futile struggle with great interest.
He methodically guided the Nine Heavens Divine Pill, his voice carrying the leisurely tone of one who had already secured victory.
"You, Zhang Gonglian, have never been a true Heavenly Master! Because from the very beginning, I haven't felt a single trace of the Nine Heavens Divine Pill's power from you."
"From the moment I heard your power was sealed by that guy named Lin Mo, I completely understood."
Buddha Face raised his eyes. His gaze pierced past the restless divine pill and landed on Zhang Gonglian, his eyes full of mockery and satisfaction.
"My good senior brother... he never passed down the true power of the Heavenly Master to you at all!"
Guided by him, the Nine Heavens Divine Pill slowly rose into the air and flew toward him bit by bit.
Feeling that majestic power, both familiar and foreign, Buddha Face's eyes erupted with a fanaticism and excitement he had suppressed for decades.
"This power, this power that should have been mine!"
Buddha Face's voice echoed in the spacious pill tower, carrying decades of suppressed longing and madness.
"After all these years, it has finally fallen into my hands!"
He reached out a trembling hand, as if welcoming a long-lost lover.
The Nine Heavens Divine Pill, its entire body radiating brilliant light and emitting a refreshing elixir aura, slowly landed in his palm.
The moment they touched, a vast and majestic elixir aura, like a burst dam, poured madly into Buddha Face's limbs and bones.
"Yes! This is it! This is the feeling!"
Buddha Face threw his head back and howled, his voice filled with extreme delight. "This final step is complete at last! From now on, I am the true Heavenly Master of Dragon and Tiger Mountain!"
However, just as he was immersed in the ecstasy brought by this boundless power, a calm and familiar voice, seemingly coming from a distant time and space, rang out clearly within the pill tower.
"Sigh, junior brother, I knew you would return."
Buddha Face's laughter abruptly stopped, his body freezing instantly. His eyes widened sharply as he stared fixedly at the Nine Heavens Divine Pill in his hand.
The elixir aura, so dense it was almost tangible, slowly rose before his eyes and condensed into a familiar human silhouette in midair.
But he wasn't surprised; rather, it was as if he had expected all of this.
The muscles on his face twisted as he began to laugh again, laughing even more madly and brazenly than before.
"I knew it! You old geezer are dead too! You should have died a long time ago!"
Buddha Face pointed at the figure formed by the elixir aura and roared hoarsely, "Back then, I was clearly the one with the best talent! Why! Why did that old immortal pass the orthodox lineage to you!"
This sudden scene completely dumbfounded Zhang Gonglian, who was watching from the side.
Master?
Wasn't the figure formed by the elixir aura his master, who had gone down the mountain to wander the world and whose whereabouts were unknown? Why would his master appear inside the Nine Heavens Divine Pill?
"Junior brother, our master had his own reasons for doing so."
The phantom of the Old Heavenly Master spoke in a peaceful tone, yet it carried a sense of persuasion. "The Nine Heavens Divine Pill is not as simple as you imagine. Let it go.
The fact that you didn't die under master's final Five Thunders Orthodox Method back then proves that you are not fated to die."
"Not fated to die?"
Buddha Face acted as if he had heard the world's biggest joke. He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking loudly.
"Right! I am not fated to die!" He violently threw a punch, the furious gale instantly shattering the newly condensed elixir aura figure.
"My fate is to become the Heavenly Master! That is my true fate!"
Following his furious roar, he madly absorbed the elixir aura from the Nine Heavens Divine Pill again. His aura climbed steadily at a visible rate, growing stronger and stronger.
Yet no matter how much he absorbed, the scattered elixir aura stubbornly condensed once more, turning back into the appearance of the Old Heavenly Master to block him from the divine pill.
"Junior brother, stop! You cannot continue like this!"
The phantom of the Old Heavenly Master let out a sigh. Its figure suddenly moved, taking the initiative to crash into Buddha Face.
"Get lost!"
Buddha Face subconsciously raised his hand to block, but he was forcefully knocked back several steps by that seemingly illusory elixir aura.
It was precisely this collision that forcibly severed his connection with the Nine Heavens Divine Pill.
In this split second, Zhang Gonglian finally snapped out of his daze.
Not daring to hesitate for a moment, he immediately took out the second brocade pouch Lin Mo had given him from his chest.
He tore it open and pulled out a talisman from inside.
The material and drawing method of this talisman were extremely bizarre, completely different from the Heavenly Master Mansion's talisman methods he had learned. The runes on it twisted and coiled, exuding a profound and domineering aura.
He recalled Lin Mo's breezy, indifferent face and that unquestionable instruction.
"For the second pouch, don't worry about anything else. Just cast it out."
He couldn't care less now!
Zhang Gonglian's gaze hardened. He poured the little remaining spiritual energy in his body into it without reservation and used all his strength to cast this mysterious talisman toward Buddha Face.
"Old thing, you should have died decades ago!"
Buddha Face had just stabilized his footing. Seeing his senior brother's remnant soul still trying to stop him, his face revealed outright murderous intent.
He raised his hand and summoned it. As his talisman method circulated, the Nine Heavens Divine Pill floating in midair was drawn toward his palm once again.
"Once I refine the divine pill, it will be your time to die!"
The divine pill fell into his hands once again.
But at the exact same time, the talisman cast by Zhang Gonglian had already transformed into a streak of light, arriving in the blink of an eye.
The talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, and a blinding golden bolt of lightning violently erupted from it!
This lightning was purer and more furious than the Heavenly Master Mansion's Five Thunders Orthodox Method!
Boom!
Before Buddha Face could even react, his entire body was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer. He instantly flew backward and slammed viciously into the thick pillar of the pill tower.
The sturdy pillar let out an overwhelmed groan as spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across it.
Had it not been for the array formations reinforcing the pill tower itself, this strike would have likely blasted straight through both the man and the building!

uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.

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?"

shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]

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.”