Huang Can.
Ranked seventh among the Fourteen Sons of Vast Sky.
Cultivation base at the second layer of Heaven Mending Realm, claiming to cultivate the Heavenly Dao, wearing golden armor and exuding magnificent heavenly might, his aura extraordinary.
And the appearance of Huang Can represented that three of the Fourteen Sons of Vast Sky were already present here.
A rare sight, as the Fourteen Sons of Vast Sky were no longer like three thousand years ago, still the epitome of the younger generation at their peak.
Now apart from Li Yang, those of the Fourteen Sons of Vast Sky who had reached the Heaven Mending Realm were the peak forces of the Star Region.
Although they could not be considered the very pinnacle, they were indeed at the peak.
After all, there were only so many cultivators at the Heaven Mending Realm across the entire Star Region.
The current situation was two Heaven Mending Realm cultivators against two Heaven Mending Realm cultivators.
Jia Bai turned the folding fan in his hand, heavily patting it against his palm, laughing aloud.
“This feeling of continuously revealing hidden cards really captivates me, giving me a joyful sense of harvest. Come, let me see just how many Heaven Mending Realm cultivators will show themselves in the end!”
With a heavy clap of his hands, two figures suddenly emerged in the sky above, arms crossed over their chests. One of them smiled down at Li Yang below.
“Sorry, what Jia Bai offered was really too much. I have to apologize, but Jia Bai didn’t say we have to fight to the death. If you can’t beat us, bow your head and admit your mistake to Jia Bai. After all, Jia Bai is quite interested in you.”
A corner of Li Yang's eyes twitched as she stared at the two people who had appeared, muttering under her breath.
“Emperor Capital, Qiu Li!”
Emperor Capital did not respond, his arms still crossed over his chest, his expression quite arrogant.
Qiu Li continued, “Don’t be angry. We’re all just doing this for money. Fighting one battle won’t affect our ties. In the future if you have any good business opportunities, you can also invite me.”
It was evident that life had worn down quite a few of Qiu Li's sharp edges.
Both Emperor Capital and Qiu Li were now Heaven Mending Realm cultivators, having advanced extremely quickly. Many people guessed that they must have obtained great fortune to be able to raise their cultivation bases so swiftly.
But just what great fortune it was, no one knew. Emperor Capital and Qiu Li had never spoken of it.
Behind them, Jia Bai laughed, “It cost me no small effort to invite these two here. The expenditure cannot be measured simply in spirit stones.”
“I’ve revealed two hidden cards all at once. If you still can’t reveal any hidden cards, I advise you admit your mistake. Otherwise when the battle starts later and you get injured, it would pain me as well.”
Li Yang's eyes narrowed, her previously plain expression turning somewhat disgusted. In her mind, she asked behind her,
“Has Yue’er not come back yet?”
Behind her was a woman in green, precisely Liu Qing. She also responded with her mind,
“I just received a message saying she’ll be back soon.”
“Okay.” Li Yang nodded.
To tell the truth, this encirclement battle was actually a melee between Heaven Mending Realm cultivators, specifically emperor seedlings and sword cultivators among them. Both kinds of cultivators had extremely formidable combat ability.
With her mere Chaos Sea Realm, she truly could not participate. She could only watch from below.
Jia Bai held the folding fan, gently tapping it against the fan, his smiling expression gradually fading. His head tilted back slightly, his voice becoming low and deep.
“If you still can’t reveal any other hidden cards, then this battle will begin.”
“Can we watch first instead of all four going at once? That seems a bit unfair with greater numbers on one side.” Qiu Li waved his hand and shouted.
Behind him, Emperor Capital snorted coldly, “Tedious.”
Qiu Li glanced at him but said nothing.
Emperor Capital added another snort. “Better to end this quickly. My time is extremely limited and cannot be delayed.”
“Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?” Qiu Li really couldn’t stand it and retorted.
The two looked at each other, then fell silent at first.
Then Emperor Capital frowned, “Why are you ruining my momentum?”
“Mainly because when you speak, can you not laugh hearing yourself?” Qiu Li shot back.
“It’s not that bad.” Emperor Capital knitted his brows, glancing down at Jia Bai below. “That’s how he speaks too, isn’t it?”
“Moron.” Qiu Li rolled his eyes, then looked back down at Jia Bai again, smiling, “No offense meant.”
Jia Bai remained silent, his fan shaking slightly in his hand.
Li Yang nodded, believing that Emperor Capital and Qiu Li had indeed come purely for money.
Just then, a figure suddenly flashed from the Li family's direction. It was a charming woman who swiftly arrived at Li Yang’s side.
As everyone looked closely, they all recognized her as the Li family’s new Pride of Heaven, Li Yue.
Jia Bai was taken aback, then couldn’t help but sneer mockingly.
“The Li family really has no one left huh, sending out someone so young. Don’t tell me you want me to show mercy and protect your Li family’s junior when we fight later?”
Li Yue’s pretty face and eyes fiercely stared at Jia Bai above.
“She really looks alike.” Jia Bai nodded. “Her ferocity and appearance are extremely similar to Li Yang. I really might have to show mercy and protect you later so your aunt Li Yang won’t blame me if you die.”
He turned his head to look at Li Yang again with a faint smile, asking lightly,
“Wouldn’t you agree?”
Li Yang responded indifferently in a flat voice, “It would be great if you just died.”
“Hahaha, unfortunately I won’t die.” Jia Bai laughed loudly. His eyes lowered and his expression suddenly stilled as he sized up Li Yang for a while, then said calmly,
“Now it seems you’re becoming more and more like someone.”
Li Yang’s eyes were tranquil without ripples, her golden robe fluttering as her figure seemed peaceful across the vast starry sky.
She did not ask who he meant.
Jia Bai continued speaking, “Really like Chen Xia.”
Li Yang responded noncommittally, “Perhaps so.”
Jia Bai snapped his folding fan shut and nodded. “He really was a man worth elaborating on, whether in regard to talent or personality, he seemed to stand unparalleled.”
“Even the constantly opposed Third Elder admitted Chen Xia was one of a kind during casual chats.”
“What a pity...”
The corners of Jia Bai's mouth pulled up into a smile.
“In the end, he still died.”
Qiu Li in the sky above was silent, his eyes somewhat distant, seemingly remembering the events of back then.
Emperor Capital, arms crossed over his chest, suddenly shuddered at the mention of Chen Xia, reacting strongly.
“That was his own choice,” Li Yang replied.
“It was.” Jia Bai nodded. His eyes abruptly narrowed and he asked heavily,
“So when did you start becoming like him?”
“Was it the first time you were shocked by Chen Xia’s strength, or after his death?”

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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.”

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?!