Qingyun Sword Sect mountain gate, Tang Xiaoyu looked at this ordinary looking mountain gate, suddenly a little disappointed.
Then he thought, this place was protected by a great formation, what he saw now may not be real, so he felt relieved.
Sure enough, after passing through the great formation, the scene inside completely matched Tang Xiaoyu's imagination of immortal sects.
He didn't see immortal fog and dancing cranes, but he saw the height of the mountain peaks with stairs made of unknown jade and stones leading straight to the peak.
Looking at the endless stairs, Tang Xiaoyu swallowed and asked with difficulty: "Just walk up like this? By the time I get up there, tomorrow will have arrived!"
Wang Ziyan said: "No need, we can take the spiritual cranes up."
Tang Xiaoyu curiously asked: "Your sect is so big, it must be very inconvenient, right!"
"Oh right, you guys can fly on swords."
Wang Ziyan rolled her eyes at him: "Flying swords are not allowed within the sect, we can move much faster than you imagine."
Tang Xiaoyu nodded vigorously: "Right, right, right."
To facilitate Tang Xiaoyu and Xiao Lian, Old Zhou arranged a spiritual crane for them.
Seeing the arrival of the spiritual crane, Tang Xiaoyu was excited inside: "What a huge crane!"
Wang Ziyan scolded: "Overreacting, what's so amazing about this."
Tang Xiaoyu was unwilling: "I have little experience, can't I be amazed for a bit!"
"Less nonsense, hurry up and get on."
"I can get on if I want to! The problem is I can't get on!"
"So troublesome."
Saying that, Wang Ziyan lifted them up with one hand each and put Tang Xiaoyu and Xiao Lian on the back of the spiritual crane.
Standing on the back of the spiritual crane, Xiao Lian was so scared that she gripped Wang Ziyan's arm tightly, while Tang Xiaoyu was not too uncomfortable.
Looking at the scenery below, Tang Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel amazed at the vastness of Qingyun Sword Sect.
Before long, he saw peaks shrouded in immortal fog piercing the clouds, and magnificent palaces on the mountains.
"Looking at the picturesque scenery, I wanted to chant a poem for the world, but alas I am uneducated, so I can only say the wind is strong. Good poem, good poem!"
Chu Yanran behind him burst out laughing directly: "Brother Tang, can you not be so funny every time, these past few days you've made me choke on saliva so many times."
"I'm afraid you'll die laughing one day."
Wang Ziyan also laughed uncontrollably: "Brother Tang, can you be more serious."
Tang Xiaoyu nodded: "I can, it just so happens that I want to leave a memento, uncle please help me."
Saying that, Tang Xiaoyu faced the sun with one hand reaching out.
"Uncle, take a photo from behind me, it must capture the feeling of me holding up the sun."
Lu Changchun looked for a good spot and asked: "Ready?"
"Wait, let me get into that feeling of forsaking all else."
Then Tang Xiaoyu looked up at the sky with the air of someone who didn't care for the world.
"Let me add a line to set off my temperament."
"Get ready to start."
Then, Tang Xiaoyu said in a domineering voice: "Grasping sun and moon, plucking stars, none like me in this world."
Then, Tang Xiaoyu hurried over to check the effect: "Haha, as expected of me, I've grasped the temperament perfectly."
Wang Ziyan and Chu Yanran were also shocked by Tang Xiaoyu's temperament when they saw the photo.
"Uncle, you must save this well, I'm relying on this to pretend to be awesome!"
Lu Changchun nodded: "No problem, but you have to help me come up with a line to take one for me too."
The three girls Chu Yanran also wanted to take one.
What could Tang Xiaoyu say? They were high up in the air, if he didn't agree, they could just throw him off, what could he do.
So he racked his brains, searching through the novels he had read and games he had played for lines he wanted.
"I want this sky to never hide my eyes again; I want this earth to never bury my heart again; I want all living beings to understand my intent; I want all these demons to vanish into thin air!" Who wants this one?
Lu Changchun was the first to say: "I want that line."
Wang Ziyan was unsatisfied: "I like that line too, why give it to you?"
Tang Xiaoyu mediated: "There's more, there's more, choose yourself."
"Fine!"
Then, Tang Xiaoyu said out all the ones he had thought of:
"The prejudices in people's hearts are like a great mountain, no matter how hard you try you cannot move it."
"If this earth tries to block me, I'll crush this earth; if this sky tries to oppress me, I'll bury this sky."
After saying two more, Tang Xiaoyu really couldn't think of any.
"That's all I've got, you figure it out yourselves!"
In the end, even the line Tang Xiaoyu said himself was snatched away.
Because while Wang Ziyan and Chu Yanran didn't want "The prejudices in people's hearts are like a great mountain, no matter how hard you try you cannot move it", Xiao Lian really liked it.
Lacking one line, Tang Xiaoyu could only resign himself, even the actions were imitated by Wang Ziyan.
"A fruitless effort, serves me right."
Amidst complaints, Tang Xiaoyu arrived at Qingyun Sword Sect's square.
Looking at the spacious square, Tang Xiaoyu was shocked again.
"Damn! So big!"
"Don't pretend you've never seen the world, are you very envious of us cultivators now?" Wang Ziyan asked.
Tang Xiaoyu stubbornly said: "Che! What's there to be envious about."
Chu Yanran came over to bid farewell: "I still have something to do, I'll go back first, you guys be busy, I'll come cheer you on tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Sister Chu, goodbye!"
After bidding them farewell, Chu Yanran immediately went to look for Lin Qingying.
Arriving at Lin Qingying's room door: "Master, are you there?"
"Come in!"
"Yes!"
Entering the room, she saw Lin Qingying sitting on the bed eating snacks.
"Have they arrived?"
"They're in the square."
Lin Qingying stood up and clapped her hands: "Let's go take a look."
"Yes, Master."
The two of them came to the square and saw Tang Xiaoyu directing everyone to decorate the stage.
Tang Xiaoyu turned his head and saw Chu Yanran coming over with a country toppling beauty with a fiery figure.
Without thinking too much, he just gestured for them to go on as he continued his work.
"Master, Xiaoyu didn't even look at you properly! Your charm doesn't seem to be working!"
"None of your business, with my charm, I can definitely conquer him."
Coming to Tang Xiaoyu, Lin Qingying said: "Young master, where are you from?"
Tang Xiaoyu said warily: "What are you trying to do?"
As he spoke, he looked around, afraid there were admirers of this woman nearby, and this woman was using him as a shield to get rid of their pestering, which would eventually cost him his life.
Seeing Tang Xiaoyu's expression and actions, Lin Qingying was very speechless: "Nothing, just asking."
Tang Xiaoyu became even more vigilant, thinking to himself: [Coming together with Chu Yanran, and asking such meaningless questions, it's obviously not just casual interest!]
Then he said something that left everyone dumbfounded: "My mother told me not to give my address to strangers."
After saying that, he ignored Lin Qingying and went back to his work.
Lin Qingying had originally wanted to interact with Tang Xiaoyu in her real appearance, to see his reaction, but it was very awkward now.
Lin Qingying was very unwilling, and went over again: "Young Master Tang, don't misunderstand, I'm Yanran's master, just wanted to get acquainted with you."
Tang Xiaoyu pleaded: "Senior, please just let me off! I'm begging you!"
"Why?!"
"I'm afraid to die!"
"How could you die?"
Tang Xiaoyu sighed and said: "Would your admirers allow someone like me to appear by your side?"
"Even if I did nothing and just stood next to you, it would be a sin."
Tang Xiaoyu looked at Chu Yanran and said: "If not for her being your cousin, I wouldn't have wanted to get to know her at all."
Chu Yanran angrily asked: "What about Wang Ziyan?"
"That's different, I know her master and martial uncles, she just came along."
"Besides, she's not so criminally attractive." Tang Xiaoyu explained.
Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind.

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?!

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

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.”

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