"Chen Saint is attempting a very novel method of alchemy."
The Saint of Alchemy offered this assessment.
Flowing Water Temple Master was stunned, finding it utterly unbelievable, so he called over other Emperors to watch, claiming they were observing Chen Xia refine elixirs.
The Emperors arrived and, puzzled, asked, "Where is Chen Xia?"
"Chen Xia is refining elixirs," Flowing Water Temple Master pointed at the thundering alchemical cauldron.
"I know Chen Xia is refining elixirs, but where is Chen Xia?" Emperor Tianhe furrowed his brows and asked again.
Flowing Water Temple Master pointed at the cauldron once more, replying, "Here."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean Chen Xia is inside it."
“?” Emperor Tianhe felt incredulous, his understanding of alchemy utterly overturned. He questioned, “Is he refining himself?”
"Not exactly, but he's certainly being quite unconventional," Flowing Water Temple Master responded.
From the outside, they could only see the cauldron trembling incessantly, unaware that inside, an entire elixir realm had formed.
Chen Xia stood within, with several Emperor remnants coiled around his sleeves, facing off against the overwhelming elixir energy.
He didn't know how to refine Emperor-level elixirs; there were no records in the books, and even the alchemists present were clueless.
Now, Chen Xia had glimpsed the threshold of refining Emperor-level elixirs. It was the overwhelming elixir energy before him, the Emperor remnants on his sleeves, and the faint blue heavenly lightning in his palm.
These were the opportunities, and the Emperor-level elixir was the result.
With a sudden grip, his sleeves billowed, and the Emperor remnants, intertwined with the blue lightning, clung to his arm.
Apart from that, Chen Xia didn't use any other Dao.
Just alchemy.
He took a step forward, moving toward the overwhelming elixir energy.
He didn't understand alchemy; throughout his journey, his success in alchemy had mostly relied on luck. He had always believed that with enough luck, he could refine anything.
But Emperor-level elixirs were different. They had their own intelligence and consciousness, capable of resisting cultivators and using elixir energy to block them.
In simple terms, they had rebellious spirits.
How to eliminate these rebellious spirits?
Ancient, powerful alchemists would use various alchemical divine abilities to soothe elixirs with a bit of intelligence or add top-tier ingredients to make the elixir blend in, thus softening their rebellious nature.
But Chen Xia didn't understand alchemy, so he couldn't use such methods.
Fortunately, he understood combat, so he could use other means.
Beat them.
Keep beating them until the rebellious spirits of the elixir were smoothed out, resulting in an Emperor-level elixir.
Don't ask if it will work.
Believe in human effort.
In short, Chen Xia's approach to alchemy can be summed up in one phrase.
Just do it, bro!
Within the realm.
Wang Yangzi looked at the sky filled with dark clouds, feeling something was off, and asked Wu Saint beside him, "Do you feel like something's wrong?"
Wu Saint replied gloomily, "If I hadn't sensed it, I'd be the one with a brain problem."
"What's the reason?" Wang Yangzi inquired further.
"What else could it be? It's definitely related to Chen Xia, nine times out of ten," Wu Saint said, raising an eyebrow.
"I think so too, but what do you think Chen Xia is doing? He's causing such a big commotion, and the lightning in those clouds doesn't look ordinary. I feel like it might be elixir lightning."
"I don't know. I can't guess what Chen Xia is thinking," Wu Saint shook his head.
Wang Yangzi sighed, his hands behind his back, taking two steps forward. Gazing at the dark clouds, he softly said, "I hope it's not something too difficult. May his path be smooth, free of obstacles. This is the only blessing we, as old friends, can offer him."
In the Great Death Realm.
Inner demon stood atop the dark clouds, manipulating the entire Great Death Realm to continuously add realm will to the clouds, contributing to Chen Xia's alchemy endeavor.
There wasn't much he could do; this was just a small effort.
The dark clouds rolled incessantly, with lightning flashing within.
Inner demon suddenly turned around; a figure was approaching.
"The one who defies the heavens is busy, it's been a long time, Chen Xia," the figure said.
Inner demon narrowed his eyes, asking, "Martial Emperor?"
"Yes," Martial Emperor nodded, then smiled lightly, "Are you controlling the Seed of Dao to comprehend the Thunder Dao or the Elixir Dao? If successful, you'll either be a four-Dao quasi-Emperor or a five-Dao Grand Saint, right?"
Inner demon's eyes flickered, nodding, "Just the Thunder Dao reaching quasi-Emperor level."
Martial Emperor smiled in satisfaction.
"That's not bad. The Great Death Realm has already been integrated with you. If I remember correctly, the realm has also merged with you, right? With two realm powers, if you become a six-Dao supreme, we can join forces to cut down the Way of Heaven."
"Why cut down the Way of Heaven?" Inner demon asked.
Martial Emperor's expression remained calm. With a light wave of his hand, flowers, trees, mountains, and lakes appeared, as if he had created his own Way of Heaven. He said, "Because I want to become the Way of Heaven."
"Why should I help you become the Way of Heaven?" Chen Xia asked again.
"Simple," Martial Emperor replied, "Because I am invincible."
"Out of the three hundred Emperors in the world, I can kill two hundred and ninety-nine, leaving only myself."
"If you're so invincible, do you still need my help?" Inner demon questioned.
"I can't defeat the Way of Heaven, and the Way of Heaven can't defeat me. I need someone without luck who can merge realms to integrate them, using the Way of Heaven to cut down the Way of Heaven."
After saying this, Martial Emperor pointed at Chen Xia and continued, "You are the blade that will ultimately cut down the Way of Heaven!"
"What's in it for me?" Inner demon asked.
Martial Emperor replied, "After success, the realms you've merged will still belong to you, and I'll give you three tenths of the realms."
"Let me think about it," Inner demon crossed his arms, mimicking Chen Xia's tone.
He realized something: Martial Emperor didn't know he was Inner demon; he thought he was the Seed of Dao, believing he was conversing with the main body.
"Then take your time to consider. I'll visit the Great Heaven personally to discuss this with you later," Martial Emperor said, then abruptly vanished from the Great Death Realm.
Inner demon's expression immediately turned cold. No wonder Martial Emperor was the strongest supreme; he could come and go in the realm he had integrated.
As for what Martial Emperor had said, Inner demon didn't believe a word of it.
He didn't trust anyone other than the main body.
First, doubt; then, doubt again.
This was Inner demon's way of life.
As for Martial Emperor's claim of being invincible, Inner demon was even more dismissive. Could anyone be more invincible than someone who could level up infinitely?
Just you wait, Martial Emperor. One day, I'll take you down!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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.

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.”