At that moment, Su Yang suddenly thought of something and turned to Meng Wenzhou and Pan Ning.
"By the way, Lao Meng, isn’t your sister coming back in a few days? If we go out for a few days, will it interfere with things?"
"Oh right! How could I forget something so important?" Meng Wenzhou smacked his forehead and looked at Pan Ning.
"Pan, Qianyu will be back in a couple of days. We need to help with the homecoming dinner. Camping might be too rushed—how about we wait until she’s back and go together then?"
Pan Ning listened quietly, then wordlessly pulled out her phone and opened her chat log with Meng Qianyu, showing it to them.
The screen clearly displayed their conversation, where Meng Qianyu had specified she’d return in six days.
"She won’t be back for another six days. We’re not going far—just a couple of days around Haicheng. If it’s too tight, we can skip camping and go after she’s back."
Hearing this, Meng Wenzhou’s worried expression finally relaxed. "Heh, alright then. We’ll plan another time after Qianyu returns."
Pan Ning nodded. "How about this—we’ll go to Shima Town. It’s only about a hundred kilometers from Haicheng. We can leave soon, stay overnight, and go rafting on Blue River tomorrow."
Meng Wenzhou’s eyes lit up. "Hey?! That sounds great! Perfect!"
"Haven’t been rafting in years, and Blue River’s supposed to be thrilling. Let’s do it!"
Su Yang was familiar with Shima Town—it was the most famous ancient-town tourist spot in the province, similar to Lijiang Old Town but smaller, though with its own charm.
Every summer, visitors from all over flocked there, not just for the laid-back vibe of the old town but also for the exhilarating rafting site about ten kilometers away: Blue River Rafting.
Su Yang hadn’t been to Shima Town yet, though he’d gone rafting two or three times near Haicheng. Those rivers, however, were what he called "senior-friendly"—boring.
"What’s with the daze?" Meng Wenzhou waved a hand in front of Su Yang’s face.
"Oh, nothing. So we’re set on Shima Town?"
"Definitely. It’s less than two hundred kilometers—we’ll be back tomorrow."
"Alright, sounds good. I’ve never been, so it’ll be fun. But hey, Fatty, you handle the hotel bookings, okay? I’ll transfer you the money."
Liu Bo grinned and gave an OK sign. "No problem, leave it to me."
Just then, Tang Ziyun looked up. "All settled?"
"Hey, we’ve been talking for ages—did you not hear any of it?"
"Ah, sorry, I was chatting with some girlfriends. Sister Meng can’t make it, but Keke and Xiaoyu can come."
"We’re heading to Shima Town later and coming back tomorrow. Do they have work?" Meng Wenzhou reminded her.
"Shima Town? Let me check."
Two minutes later, Tang Ziyun smiled. "They’re good—they’ll just take a day off tomorrow."
"Great. What about you? Don’t you have work?"
"My job’s pretty flexible. Since coming back from Lucheng, I haven’t gone back to bar gigs yet. The other company doesn’t require me in the office much."
Su Yang chuckled. "Sounds like the dream."
Tang Ziyun tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled faintly. "You guys are the ones living the dream—no nine-to-five, doing whatever you want. I’m so jealous~"
Su Yang just laughed and let it go.
He turned to Tang Ziyun. "So Xia Keke and Han Xiaoyu are confirmed?"
She nodded. "Confirmed."
"Good." Su Yang glanced at Meng Wenzhou. "What about you two? Bringing anyone else?"
"Nah, the others aren’t close with you guys. I’ll introduce everyone at Qianyu’s welcome dinner when she’s back."
Su Yang grinned. "Fair. What about Zhang Ziming’s two?"
"They’re off in Shanghai—don’t worry about them."
"Alright."
Just as Su Yang finished speaking, his phone buzzed with a WeChat notification.
He picked it up and saw a message from Lu Yun:
"Su Yang~ I’m done with work. Are you still home?"
After a moment’s thought, he typed back: "Nope, I’m out."
"Who is it?" Pan Ning asked, noticing.
Su Yang scratched his head. "A friend. The one I mentioned—I went to see her dad."
"Oh. If she’s your friend, why not invite her along? Let me meet your... female friend."
Su Yang caught Pan Ning’s teasing smirk and thought, No telling what’ll happen when these two meet. Whatever—it’s bound to happen sooner or later. No use overthinking.
"Should I ask her?"
"Go ahead."
Before he could, Lu Yun replied:
"If you’re busy, it’s fine. I was just going to treat you to dinner."
Su Yang: "Not busy. Just planning a trip to Shima Town with some friends. Want to join?"
Lu Yun paused for a few seconds. "I could, but I don’t know your friends. Might be awkward."
"Don’t worry—they’re all easygoing. You’ll see. Where are you now?"
"Near where I used to work."
"Got it. Grab a coffee and wait for me—I’ll pick you up soon."
"Okay~"
"Why the sudden long face?" Meng Wenzhou teased.
"Huh? Do I?"
"Don’t you? Ask Fatty."
Liu Bo laughed. "Kinda, Yang-ge. You were all smiles earlier—something bothering you?"
"Nah... nothing’s wrong. Anyway, headcount’s set. My friend’s joining too, plus Han Xiaoyu and Xia Keke—eight total. Let me send you the hotel money."
Without delay, Su Yang opened WeChat and transferred Liu Bo 50,000 yuan in two transactions—WeChat’s limit was 50,000 per transfer, with a daily cap of 200,000.
Liu Bo checked his phone and gasped. "Whoa, Yang-ge, why so much? Eight people in Shima Town won’t cost this much."
"Just book the best. If there’s leftover, we’ll use it for dinner."
Meng Wenzhou smirked. "Tourist towns like that have plenty of ways to spend money. You really think it’ll go unused?"
"I just wanted to save Yang-ge some cash, heh."
"Yang-ge isn’t sweating small change. Let’s go—it’ll take over two hours to get there."
They stood up, and Han Fuchun and He Qiuyue walked over to see them off to the parking lot.
After a few polite words, the group drove off.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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.”

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!