On Qingyun Mountain.
A gentle breeze swept across the mountain peak, carrying the slight chill of morning dew and the fresh scent of pine.
The leaves of the Enlightenment Tree rustled, casting mottled, swaying shadows on the bluestone slabs.
The koi in the pond had grown another size fatter. They were flicking their tails in utter boredom, waiting for that foolish angler who never used bait to make a fool of himself again.
Lin Yan lay on his rocking chair, twirling a purple grape in his hand. Recalling the scenes from yesterday, the corners of his mouth could not help but turn up.
By the end of yesterday, all three girls had run away with blushing faces.
Liu Ruyan was halfway through massaging his shoulders when she suddenly pulled her hands back as if she had been burned. Muttering, Yan'er is going to cultivate, she dashed into the east wing without looking back.
When Murong Yanran stood up, she nearly tripped over her skirt. Her face was flushed red from the base of her ears to her neck. Forgetting even to bow, she kept her head down and fled toward the training pavilion.
Zhao Xiangru did not even clear the tea tray. She whispered, This servant takes her leave, and scurried back to the gatehouse with quick, small steps. Even the sound of her closing the door was a third lighter than usual.
They had probably realized their loss of composure.
It seems I should wear this Supreme Limitless Robe less often on normal days.
Lin Yan muttered to himself, stroking his chin.
The charm enhancement of this garment was simply outrageous. Coupled with the fact that these little girls already viewed him, their master and lord, through rose-tinted glasses, the magnifying effect of the robe made the situation a bit out of control.
Although gaining loyalty was a good thing, their overwhelming enthusiasm was a bit too much for him to handle.
Stretching his back, Lin Yan willed the system panel to open.
[Strongest Sect System 3.0]
[Host: Lin Yan]
[Cultivation: 396 years]
... (Omitted)
[Sect Master Title Draw Chances * 3]
...
Gaining 95 years of cultivation in just one night, feels amazing!
Moreover, he still had 3 Sect Master Title draws.
After he wore the Supreme Limitless Robe yesterday, Miss Xiangru directly gained a 10% increase in loyalty, successfully breaking through the 80% mark, earning him another Sect Master Title draw.
In other words, that Supreme Limitless Robe from yesterday was basically acquired for free!
After thinking for a moment, Lin Yan recited in his mind:
Sys, draw another blind box for me!
Drawing a blind box is a momentary thrill; drawing continuously is a continuous thrill!
Lin Yan wanted to see what he could draw today.
[Ding! Host has consumed one Sect Master Title Draw Chance. Drawing blind box...]
A pale blue screen of light unfolded before his eyes, with streams of light spinning rapidly.
This time, the color was not yesterday's silvery white, but a deep, almost solidified dark red. Fine purple electrical arcs faintly danced along the edges of the light screen.
An indescribable aura suddenly filled the air. The rustling of the old locust tree's leaves stopped, and the koi in the pond all sank to the bottom.
What was going on?
Lin Yan subconsciously sat up straight.
Suddenly, the light screen violently expanded. A dense ball of dark red light exploded from the center, instantly enveloping the entire courtyard in an eerie dark red glow.
After the light faded, a line of text emerged in the center of the screen—
[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for obtaining a Half-Step Emperor Weapon: Left Hand of the Heavenly Demon!]
Holy shit!
A Half-Step Emperor Weapon?
Left Hand of the Heavenly Demon?
Lin Yan's pupils shrank slightly as he hurriedly checked the system description.
[Left Hand of the Heavenly Demon: The left arm remains left behind after the fall of an ancient Demon Emperor. Tempered by demonic energy for tens of thousands of years, it transformed into this weapon. Upon equipping, it fuses with the Host's left arm. When attacking, it can release the residual might of the Demon Emperor, greatly increasing attack power!]
[Taboos and Precautions:
1. The Left Hand of the Heavenly Demon is a remnant of a Demon Emperor and retains a trace of the Demon Emperor's will. If one's mind is not resolute, they may suffer a backlash.
2. After each use, it requires a cooldown of twelve hours. During the cooldown period, faint demonic patterns will remain on the left arm. This is a normal phenomenon and no cause for alarm.
3. It cannot be used continuously for more than the time it takes an incense stick to burn, otherwise, demonic energy may erode the Host's meridians.
4. If revealed in front of righteous path cultivators, please be mentally prepared to be treated as a demonic cultivator.]
A cooldown of a day, and it makes it easy to be mistaken for a demonic cultivator...
But that was fine. The existence of a cooldown just proved its terrifying power.
As for what righteous path cultivators would think...
When others call you a demonic cultivator, you had better actually be one!
With a thought from Lin Yan, a pitch-black stream of light flew out from the system space and landed on his left hand.
A bone-chilling sensation was instantly transmitted to him.
Lin Yan looked down.
It was a pitch-black, bone-like gauntlet that covered everything from his fingertips to his forearm.
The joints were distinct, and the fingertips were as sharp as knives, gleaming with a cold metallic luster.
The surface of the gauntlet was covered in eerie dark red demonic patterns, resembling flowing blood and twisted human faces.
Faint black demonic energy seeped from the patterns, winding and coiling around his arm, exuding an aura of bloodthirst, brutality, and destruction.
Just looking at it made one's hair stand on end, instilling an urge to stay far away.
Lin Yan could clearly feel that hidden within the gauntlet was an extremely terrifying will.
It was the remnant soul of the ancient Demon Emperor.
It was filled with unwillingness, anger, and a thirst for slaughter.
It was tempting him, bewitching him, urging him to wear it, to slaughter, to destroy, and to devour all living beings.
Interesting.
A smile curled the corners of Lin Yan's mouth.
The [Mountain Gate Guardian] title activated with a gentle tremor.
That bewitching demonic intent vanished into thin air in an instant.
What a joke. He had titles protecting his body and system buffs. A mere remnant soul of a Demon Emperor wanted to erode his mind?
It was simply overestimating its own capabilities!
Lin Yan gently clenched his fist.
Crack!
A crisp sound rang out.
The air was crushed by his grip, producing an ear-piercing sonic boom.
An extremely berserk power surged from his left hand into his entire body.
Lin Yan could feel that his strength had skyrocketed by at least ten times!
He casually swung his fist at a nearby bluestone.
There were no flashy movements, just a simple, straightforward punch.
Bang!
That thousand-pound bluestone instantly turned into fine powder!
Not even a single piece of rubble was left behind.
Black demonic flames burned on the powder for a moment, incinerating even the ashes cleanly.
Badass!
Lin Yan could not help but shout in a low voice.
This power was too terrifying!
He should currently be considered at the early Golden Core stage. Wearing the Left Hand of the Heavenly Demon, he could probably punch a Nascent Soul cultivator to death!
This was simply a divine artifact for ambushing people!
In the future, if he encountered an enemy he could not beat, he could secretly put on the Left Hand of the Heavenly Demon, throw a punch, and instantly kill them.
It perfectly fit his principle of developing stealthily.
It is just that the cooldown is a bit long, and there are usage restrictions.
Lin Yan stroked his chin, feeling slightly regretful.
But it was normal. After all, it was a Half-Step Emperor Weapon. If there were no restrictions, it would be too overpowered.
The time it takes an incense stick to burn was enough for him to resolve any battle.
The twelve-hour cooldown period was also completely acceptable.
With a thought, the Left Hand of the Heavenly Demon instantly disappeared, merging into his body.
His arm returned to normal without a single trace left behind.
It would only appear again when he needed it.
Not bad, not bad.
Lin Yan nodded in satisfaction and leaned back into his rocking chair.
A top-tier dharma robe and a Half-Step Emperor Weapon.
Now, even if he encountered a true Soul Formation Venerable, he would have the strength to fight back.
Phew! I finally have a little sense of security!
Having transmigrated here over a month ago, Lin Yan's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
Even though his defense was invincible within the sect, staying holed up inside all the time felt like being in prison.
I can choose not to go out because I don't want to, not because I can't!
Things were different now. With the Supreme Limitless Robe and the Heavenly Demon Left Hand, as long as those old monsters from the royal family didn't show themselves, he could basically walk unhindered throughout the Great Qian Dynasty.
He could go out for a stroll without worrying about being casually swatted to death by some passing old monster.
Lin Yan stroked his chin and looked at the system panel.
He still had two chances left to draw a Sect Master trait.
"Sys, continue!"
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.
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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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
