“Your concept of supremacy is about being number one, but you lack the will to win, your thoughts are too calm, which is not good for a cultivator.” Daoist Suppressing Heaven said.
“Oh, is that so?” Chen Xi replied, puzzled, then asked, “So, this is my mind realm, right?”
“Smart.” Daoist Suppressing Heaven nodded.
“How come you can enter my mind realm?” Chen Xia asked, furrowing his brow, feeling uneasy about being observed.
“Just a small trick.” Daoist Suppressing Heaven chuckled lightly, stepping forward from the sea surface to stand behind Chen Xia, gently patting his shoulder, then said,
“Now, you must watch.”
“Watch what…” Before Chen Xia could finish, Daoist Suppressing Heaven’s figure disappeared, and the sea in front of him also vanished.
“Damn it!”
A loud shout filled with anger, an old farmer holding a hoe ruthlessly buried a weasel that had been stealing melons.
The summer sun scorched the earth, creating a mirage of heat waves.
Chen Xia felt a sense of familiarity, but couldn’t quite place where he was. He turned to the old farmer and asked,
“Mister, where are we?”
“Young man, I could be your grandfather, this way of speaking is not proper.” The old farmer shook his head.
“Your accent is quite thick.” Chen Xia remarked, switching to a more straightforward way of speaking. With a small display of divine power, he produced a gold ingot and asked again,
“Where is this?”
“Hey, you’re awesome!” The old farmer grinned, revealing his sparse, yellow teeth, happily accepting the gold ingot from Chen Xia and replied with a joyful smile,
“This is my melon field.”
…
There was a moment of silence.
Chen Xia retrieved a three-meter long flying sword from his mind realm, pointing it at the old farmer as he said,
“This is your last chance.”
“Just kidding, lad, this is Weixi Town.” The old farmer quickly replied.
“Bullshit, even if this is Weixi Town, why have I never heard of your accent?” Chen Xia questioned, having been a patrol officer in Weixi Town for many years.
“That’s strange, I’ve never heard yours either.” The old farmer retorted, then asked, “Are you a foreign visitor here to see relatives?”
“Something like that.” Chen Xia nodded.
“Then take the small path to your right, you’ll reach Weixi Town in no time.”
“Alright.”
Chen Xia nodded and headed towards the small path to the right.
As his figure disappeared into the distance, the old farmer, holding his hoe, suddenly turned around. The entire melon field turned into a mirage, revealing Daoist Suppressing Heaven's figure, who shook his head in despair.
“Looks like I still need to guide him.”
However, when Daoist Suppressing Heaven appeared, Chen Xia quietly turned his head to glance back at the melon field.
Without a sound, but clearly aware.
He wanted to see what kind of tricks Daoist Suppressing Heaven could pull off.
Not far to the right, Chen Xia indeed saw the layout of Weixi Town. People coming and going, merchants calling out, patrol officers strolling.
Chen Xia suddenly stopped, because among the patrol officers, he saw a vision of himself, as if watching a memory from the past.
He had never been one to strive hard, working as a patrol officer was just his way of loafing and getting by.
This had always been his lifestyle.
And now, observing himself in this way, he could more clearly see his own mindset.
The longer he watched, the clearer it became.
Daoist Suppressing Heaven stood nearby, thinking that if Chen Xia observed this carefully, he might better understand the drawbacks of not striving for anything.
Chen Xia looked forward, while Daoist Suppressing Heaven watched him.
Time seemed to flow very slowly, everything was unhurried, the sunset hadn’t arrived, time itself stood still.
Gradually, Daoist Suppressing Heaven sensed something was wrong, because Chen Xia had already sat down, propping his head with one hand, quietly watching. He seemed to genuinely enjoy this kind of life.
Slow and peaceful living.
If life hadn’t thrown him all these twists and turns, he’d probably still be living in a Weixi Town that had gone through countless years by now.
People tend to miss the past.
Chen Xia watched as more and more memories flowed like a slow stream into his mind, making the arid land of his thoughts gradually clear.
He remembered many details from before, his lips unconsciously forming a faint smile.
Many familiar scenes and faces entered his view, some of whom he couldn’t recall the names of, only the vague appearance.
He saw the young Xu Zhen, tagging along behind him like a little tail, calling out “Chen Ge, Chen Ge.”
Drops of past memories flowed through.
Daoist Suppressing Heaven sighed, seeing Chen Xia’s current state, he knew it was unlikely to change his mindset, nor grasp that concept of supremacy.
He turned and vanished, leaving Chen Xia to watch on his own.
The east wind didn’t blow, the west remained unlit.
It was hard to tell how many days had passed.
Finally, Chen Xia returned to the melon field.
“Lad, that’s Weixi Town, I didn’t lie to you, did I?” The old farmer, holding his hoe, said with a smile.
“Yes, it’s Weixi Town.” Chen Xia nodded in acknowledgment, then shook his head with a light smile,
“Except there’s no place for me there anymore.”
“Then why not look ahead and change?” The old farmer asked again.
“Why bother changing after living for tens of thousands of years? I’m not about to start fussing now.” Chen Xia shook his head.
“Even old trees sprout new buds, and the melons in the field must grow new vines, why can’t you change after tens of thousands of years?” The old farmer continued.
“Not breaking means establishing, not changing means being unimpeded. The truth is simple, you should understand.” The questions kept coming from the old farmer.
Chen Xia’s lips curled into a faint smile as he shook his head,
“No, there’s no need to break anything. I’ve already understood my own path to supremacy.”
“Is… is that so?” The old farmer gradually turned into Daoist Suppressing Heaven, the melon field transforming into Chen Xia’s heart lake.
The path to greatness, in fact, had always been in Chen Xia’s heart lake realm, never leaving his side.
Within this, he had found the ultimate method.
False Emperors aren’t false, the four doctrines are just beginning.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
