In the pool, dense spiritual energy swirled like mist above the water's surface.
Amid the hazy mist, a figure stood within the pool.
The water was shallow, only reaching her waist.
Her smooth, slender back revealed a near-perfect silhouette through the hazy smoke.
Lin Xian'er!
Even without seeing her face, Wang Jianqiang recognized her identity instantly.
His heart skipped a beat, and his first instinct was to flee.
Just as he subconsciously turned to descend the stairs, he noticed something was off about Lin Xian'er.
His gaze then shifted to the edge of the pool, where the corpse of a palm-sized snake lay.
A thought suddenly struck him.
"Could she be... poisoned?"
"If so, this must be her weakest moment."
As this idea took hold, Wang Jianqiang's eyes gleamed with calculation.
Since Lin Xian'er had received Song Qiuyue's orders, she would undoubtedly target disciples of the Joy Union Sect.
She would likely become his enemy in the future.
Now, while she was severely poisoned, wasn’t this the perfect opportunity to eliminate her?
With this in mind, Wang Jianqiang gritted his teeth and cautiously approached the pool.
Lin Xian'er was wholly focused on suppressing the fiery poison within her body. Combined with the fact that Wang Jianqiang’s aura was concealed by the Wooden Sword Array, she remained completely unaware of his presence—even as he reached the pool’s edge.
At this moment, Wang Jianqiang confirmed his earlier suspicion.
She must be deeply poisoned.
Otherwise, even if she couldn’t sense his aura, how could she miss the sound of footsteps so close?
Emboldened, his gaze grew bolder.
As he neared the spiritual pool, the scene within became clearer.
Unfortunately, he could only see her back—her front remained hidden, and everything below her waist was submerged in the spiritual water.
After a brief pause, Wang Jianqiang snapped back to reality, a cold glint flashing across his face.
He raised his hand, spiritual energy gathering at his fingertips.
He was about to strike.
But his attention was entirely fixed on Lin Xian'er, so he failed to notice a wisp of greenish-red energy silently drifting from the pool.
Mingling with the spiritual mist, it settled on him, seeping into his pores.
This energy was a trace of the fiery poison Lin Xian'er had unknowingly expelled earlier.
It had lingered in the spiritual water until now, finally rising to the surface.
Compared to the poison within Lin Xian'er, this wisp was less than one percent as potent.
Such a minuscule amount posed no lethal threat to Wang Jianqiang, but its ability to amplify emotions silently took hold.
Initially, Wang Jianqiang had no ulterior thoughts—only the intent to swiftly eliminate this potential threat.
Yet, as the poison seeped into him, his mind began to wander.
"She’s so beautiful... What if I..."
The moment this thought surfaced, Wang Jianqiang himself was startled.
This was a powerful enemy who could end his life at any moment!
He shook his head violently, trying to dispel the reckless notion.
But instead of fading, the idea grew stronger, as if a second personality had emerged, whispering temptations.
"Why hesitate? She’s the number one goddess of the Profound Clear Palace’s outer sect."
"She’s helpless right now, poisoned and weak."
Meanwhile, his rationality fought back with another voice.
"No, absolutely not."
"One misstep could cost me my life."
"It’s too risky."
Yet his resolve didn’t last long before it began to waver.
"Maybe... just watch her a little longer before killing her?"
"Should I... try?"
In the end, his rationality lost the battle.
He cautiously stepped into the pool, reaching out.
Lin Xian'er jolted in alarm.
Wang Jianqiang panicked, thinking quickly, and blurted, "Xian'er, don’t turn around. It’s me, Wuya."
After prolonged detoxification, most of the fiery poison in Lin Xian'er’s body had been purified.
However, the ordeal had left her consciousness muddled.
Yet, upon hearing Wang Jianqiang’s voice, she snapped awake instantly.
She and Xiao Wuya had grown up together.
How could she not recognize his voice?
This voice was wrong—it wasn’t Wuya at all.
Moreover, Xiao Wuya had always respected her. When had he ever acted so shamelessly?
Her eyes flew open.
Sensing the presence behind her, an intense killing intent erupted from her body.
"Damn it!"
Wang Jianqiang shuddered as the murderous aura hit him, snapping back to his senses.
He leaped to the shore in a flash.
At that moment, Lin Xian'er whirled around, her stunning eyes blazing with icy fury.
"It’s you!"
She recognized him immediately.
Wasn’t this the decrepit old fool from the Joy Union Sect’s team?
Her expression darkened.
She was the top genius and goddess of the Profound Clear Palace’s outer sect—noble, pure, and untouchable.
Yet this lowly old man had dared to take such liberties with her.
If word got out, her reputation would be ruined.
How could she ever hold her head high again? How could she face Wuya?
Her killing intent reached its peak.
Wang Jianqiang’s blood ran cold. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he stared past Lin Xian'er.
"Xiao Wuya? What are you doing here?"
Lin Xian'er’s heart lurched. Instinctively, she turned to look.
Seizing the moment, Wang Jianqiang bolted from the pool.
"Ah—!"
By the time Lin Xian'er realized the deception, it was too late.
"You vile old bastard, I’ll kill you!"
She flicked a finger, sending a jade talisman shooting forward.
In a flash of light, it transformed into a pristine white flying sword.
"That talisman treasure!"
Wang Jianqiang’s scalp prickled at the sight.
He’d seen its power before—it had sliced through a Foundation Establishment-stage black-feathered bird like tofu.
If it hit him...
He’d be diced into pieces!
Without hesitation, he activated his Perfect Gale Boots. A gust of wind surged around him as he shot up the stairs to the third floor at terrifying speed.
Clink!
The razor-sharp white sword missed him by a hair’s breadth, striking the stairwell’s corner instead.
The ancient building appeared dilapidated, its walls riddled with cracks as if on the verge of collapse.
Yet when the sword struck, not a single mark was left.
Instead, the jade-white sword shattered like an egg hitting stone, reverting to a talisman that clattered to the ground—now marred by a long crack.
Lin Xian'er soared from the pool, a radiant glow enveloping her as she donned a fresh white robe.
Without sparing a glance for the damaged talisman, she stormed toward the stairs, murder in her eyes.
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?!
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."
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
