Six days later.
In these six days, the incident where Ye Xiu defeated the Gang Leader Li Zhantian of Tiandao Gang with one move and defeated the outer sect senior disciple Lin Chen of the Law Enforcement Hall was still the hottest topic that had not yet subsided.
Moreover, this matter was not only fermenting within the outer sect, but even many elders, core disciples, holy sons, and numerous senior elders in the inner sect were also paying close attention to Ye Xiu.
This was the second time Ye Xiu had caused such a great sensation in the entire Tianyuan Holy Palace, after he had cracked the Nine Star Heavenly Origin Formation.
Of course, the reason why those prominent figures paid attention to Ye Xiu was not because he had defeated Li Zhantian and Lin Chen in seconds, but because it was said that Elder Lingtian took the initiative to extend an olive branch to Ye Xiu, hoping that he could become a holy son, but Ye Xiu actually refused.
It should be known that it was nevertheless the position of holy son of the Law Enforcement Hall. The status of the Law Enforcement Hall among the many palaces in Tianyuan Holy Palace was one that no one dared provoke. The status of a holy son of the Law Enforcement Hall far surpassed that of most palaces' holy sons, and his power and cultivation resources were also superior to those of many palaces by an unknown number of times.
But even so, Ye Xiu still chose to refuse.
Many people felt that Ye Xiu was very stupid and really dumb. He even gave up the position of holy son of the Law Enforcement Hall! The status and resources were definitely top-notch, surpassing that of the most ordinary outer sect disciples by an unknown number of times.
They also could not understand how Ye Xiu thought. He gave up the position of holy son of the Law Enforcement Hall and was actually willing to be an outer sect disciple.
For an outer sect disciple to step by step rely on himself to become a holy son, the opportunity was extremely slim. First, the resources were completely insufficient. Second, since he was an outer sect disciple, then his aptitude must be the worst. Although it was not impossible for those with inferior aptitudes to become holy sons, it required hundreds or thousands of times more effort before there was a shred of opportunity to become a holy son.
North Pole Palace.
Yue Wuya sneered coldly: As expected, he is an idiot. He even gave up the position of holy son of the Law Enforcement Hall!
Tomorrow will be the re-election of the Guardian General of the nation. I will see then how you will compete with me!
In fact, when Yue Wuya first heard that Ye Xiu was actually valued by Elder Lingtian and given an olive branch, hoping that he would become the holy son of the Law Enforcement Hall, Yue Wuya also twitched inwardly.
After all, although he was also a holy son now, in any case, the status of the North Pole Palace's holy son was completely incomparable to that of the Law Enforcement Hall’s holy son.
It's just that what surprised him was that Ye Xiu, who could completely reverse the situation by relying on the identity of the holy son of the Law Enforcement Hall, actually chose to give up.
Giving up the identity of the holy son of the Law Enforcement Hall, what can he use to compete with me?
Tomorrow when he appears as the holy son of the North Pole Palace of Tianyuan Holy Palace, he will be the focus of attention, and countless ministers and generals will fawn over him. Ye Xiu, however, will only be a mere outer sect disciple of Tianyuan Holy Palace, undoubtedly very bleak and dim compared to him.
The re-election of the Guardian General is a contest of status and position!
In my opinion, this guy is just crazy. But anyway, this is also a good thing. My father will become the Guardian General, which is gratifying. Xiao Feng laughed loudly.
Haha, he has indeed been prestigious these days. But tomorrow after returning to the Cyan Dragon Kingdom, I will make sure he does not see tomorrow's sun. From then on, Ye Xiu will be completely erased from Tianyuan Holy Palace! Yue Wuya laughed coldly, a cold killing intent emerging in his eyes.
At this moment, an immortal gale howled, and a white-haired old man dressed in a starry robe appeared before the two, standing quietly on top of a crane.
Disciples pay respect to Master! Xiao Feng and Yue Wuya both bowed respectfully.
The person standing on the crane was the master of North Pole Palace, the supreme elder North Ice Star Emperor, a true star emperor powerhouse.
North Ice Star Emperor also valued Yue Wuya greatly. Although Yue Wuya's star element talent was only at the star element level, he possessed the Overbearing Ice Physique. Even among tens of thousands of physiques, this physique could rank in the top. This physique could make up for the shortcomings of his star element talent, and even control the extremely overbearing power of ice!
Therefore, as long as Yue Wuya cultivated properly, his future accomplishments could also enable him to become a truly powerful star emperor, and might even have the chance to become a star venerable powerhouse!
North Ice Star Emperor exhaled a breath of cold air. The surrounding void instantly condensed countless small ice crystals. He looked at Yue Wuya and said, "Let's go, to Cyan Dragon Kingdom."
Yue Wuya was somewhat flattered. "Master, you're taking me there?"
North Ice Star Emperor smiled. "I used to be good friends with the supreme emperor of your Cyan Dragon Kingdom. It's also been decades since I last saw him. I'll take this chance to bring you there and catch up with the supreme emperor of Cyan Dragon Kingdom."
Upon hearing this, the smile on Yue Wuya's face grew even more delighted.
North Ice Star Emperor was personally taking him back, and he also had the supreme emperor's backing. No matter what, this time he would undoubtedly be the most eye-catching heavenly genius.
With such a powerful lineup, who could compete with him?
Thank you, Master!
Yue Wuya lightly leapt up and landed on the crane. The corners of his mouth lifted up a cold smile. This time, how could Ye Xiu still compete with him?
Tianyuan Nine Immortals Palace.
"Reporting to the Nine Immortals, the holy son has now successfully comprehended the ninety-ninth star, nearing the great perfection of the first layer of the Myriad Star Heavenly Origin.
"In just these short ten days, the holy son has successfully comprehended the intentions of the sword, zither, painting, water, and ice. His comprehension of these intentions has already reached the level of minor accomplishment."
Upon hearing Mo Lao's narration, the nine fairy maidens were shocked in their hearts.
This boy's talent was too frightening.
Whether it was the Myriad Star Heavenly Origin or the comprehension of intentions, even monstrous geniuses needed several years to comprehend them. But in just ten days, Ye Xiu had cultivated the Myriad Star Heavenly Origin to ninety-nine stars. His comprehension of intentions had even reached the level of minor accomplishment.
Ye Xiu's growth rate and comprehension ability had already far exceeded their expectations.
This guy was definitely a monster!
While the nine fairy maidens were shocked, Mo Lao continued, "Also, Nine Immortals, the holy son said he is going back to Cyan Dragon Kingdom today. He said that the nation's Guardian General re-election is tomorrow, so he must go back."
Meng Ling was surprised, but her beautiful eyes soon calmed down. "Let him go then."
"However, Mo Lao, you must protect him well. Don't let anything happen to Ye Xiu."
At this time, Xue Yao chimed in with her soft voice, "Big sister is right. Mo Lao, you must, must protect Ye Xiu well."
Don't know why, when they heard Ye Xiu was going to leave Tianyuan Holy Palace, the nine aloof fairy maidens who usually didn't seem to care about people at all were all worried about Ye Xiu's safety.
Mo Lao grinned. "Nine Immortals, don't worry. Whoever wants to harm the holy son must get past me first."
"Sister, although we're not letting others know he is our disciple, he is still nominally our disciple after all. For this trip down the mountain, he must be given sufficient prestige. As our Nine Immortals' disciple, he can't look too shabby, right?" Xue Yao grumbled.
Although Xue Yao looked delicate, she actually cared a lot about face. Although the Nine Immortals could not go together this time, they still had to give him sufficient prestige.
Meng Ling nodded. "You're right. Mo Lao, go to the back mountain. I caught a star king peak-level Purple-Winged Heavenly Peng there a few days ago. Use it as a mount."
Upon hearing this, Mo Lao almost dropped his jaw.
A star king peak-level Purple-Winged Heavenly Peng!
This treatment was unheard of.
The Nine Immortals doted on the holy son too much!

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

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."

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.”

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.