Master, are you going to give me a zither? Ye Xiu was instantly overjoyed.
The zither given by Master must be exceptional. Not to mention, playing the zither isn't difficult at all. He wasn't disabled so how could he not play the zither?
Master is as beautiful as kind. Ye Xiu happily said.
The White Zither thought:
This kid's mouth is so sweet and greasy, he really doesn't seem like a zither cultivator at all. What Xue Yao said is right, he must be a weirdo.
Don't get too excited too early. Giving you doesn't mean you can play it or take it away. After speaking, rays of light flashed through the azure ring on the White Zither's hand. Under the steps, three exquisite supreme zithers were neatly placed at Ye Xiu's feet.
Ye Xiu laughed and said: Master, what you said really looked down on me, Ye Xiu. There is no zither in this world that I can't play, unless it is made of stone.
At this moment, Xue Yao glared at Ye Xiu. Ye Xiu, don't talk nonsense in front of the Master!
Ye Xiu looked at Xue Yao aggrievedly. What he said was wrong?
At this time, the voice of the White Zither sounded again. Ye Xiu, you still know too little about the zither.
Every martial cultivator in this world will need their own weapons at some point, just like sword cultivators need swords, bladesmen need blades, and we zither cultivators need zithers.
For any martial artist, weapons are no different from their second life.
Don't look at them as dead objects, but they also contain their own spiritual rhyme.
If you treat it well, it will follow you. If you don't treat it well, it will just try to destroy you!
Ye Xiu was shocked to hear this: Could these weapons also have souls?
The White Zither nodded. It can be understood that way, but the world doesn't call it a soul, but a spirit.
Therefore, we must protect them in every possible way, and never let them be damaged in the slightest.
You just need to remember one sentence, which also applies to any martial artist.
The zither exists, the person exists, the zither is destroyed, the person perishes!
This is a zither cultivator!
The voice of the White Zither fell mightily, and Ye Xiu's frivolous eyes gradually became serious.
That's right, whether it's a sword or a blade, or a zither, you need to treat it like yourself and treat it carefully. At critical moments, they can save lives.
Ye Xiu nodded seriously. Master, I understand.
Um. The white zither said in a deep voice: These zithers have been with me for nine hundred years for a long time, and three hundred years for a short time.
The zither is also a weapon, and in the Star Continent, weapons are also divided into mortal tools, profound tools, king tools, emperor tools, saint tools, and divine tools!
The three zithers at your feet are all king tools. In principle, you should at least reach the Star Cave Realm to be able to subdue them before you can play them.
But your master wants you to try now.
After listening to Ye Xiu, he was moved. Sister Xue Yao is still the best.
He then looked down and slowly squatted down, his eyes sweeping over the three zithers. These three zithers must be quite valuable.
Of course he didn't know that even the Heavenly Origin Holy Palace didn't have many king tool zithers.
Later, Ye Xiu reached out and placed it on the zither on the far right. On this zither, there was a picture of a hundred auspicious birds flying, as if migrating birds were giving a strong visual impact.
The White Zither and Xue Yao were staring closely at Ye Xiu. This Hundred Birds Zither was not easy to subdue. It was cast with the essence blood of a hundred kinds of bird monsters. It could be said that the spirit was very powerful.
Xue Yao, do you think this kid can do it? The White Zither asked.
Xue Yao shook her head. Back when I was at the Star Cave Realm, I was qualified to play the Hundred Birds Zither. Although Ye Xiu's aptitude is far better than mine back then, it is indeed unlikely that he can play it.
Just as Xue Yao's voice fell.
A zither sound roared up directly!
It was as if there were hundreds of birds singing between heaven and earth, flying past.
At this moment, the faces of the White Zither and Xue Yao changed instantly!
No matter who it was, they all showed an incredible look!
No one expected that Ye Xiu could actually play it!
It is known that zithers that have reached the king tool level already possess spirits and can choose their own masters, but they are absolutely related to strength. The stronger the strength, the easier it is to be chosen by the spirit.
But what realm is Ye Xiu!
Only the sixth layer of the Star Force Realm!
When Xue Yao played the Hundred Birds Zither, she was already at the Star Cave Realm!
Ye Xiu raised his hand and felt like something was missing.
The White Zither asked, Ye Xiu, how is this Hundred Birds Zither?
Ye Xiu shook his head and said, It doesn't seem to be the one I want.
The White Zither smiled and said, It's okay, just keep trying. But don't blame Master for not warning you, the spirit of each zither is different, so their criteria for choosing masters are also different.
This Hundred Birds Zither has identified you, the next zither may not.
Ye Xiu nodded: Disciple understands, Master.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Xiu looked at the zither in the middle again.
Carved on this zither was a ferocious tiger, looking quite daunting. Just looking at it once gave a strong sense of deterrence.
At this time, the White Zither muttered behind: Everyone's physique and so on are different, so it is difficult for two zithers to choose the master at the same time.
The White Zither's muttering had just ended when he suddenly felt a huge tiger roar shaking the world.
At this moment, it was like a giant tiger pouncing, giving a fierce and terrifying feeling.
The surrounding flowers, plants and trees trembled because of this tiger roar.
The White Zither's face changed completely.
The Tiger Roar Zither was also subdued by Ye Xiu!
Is this kid still human?
Letting the king tool zither surrender at the Star Force Realm is one thing, but it's two zithers in a row!
However, Ye Xiu just shook his head. Although the Tiger Roar Zither had sufficient momentum, it was still a bit lacking and could only barely meet his expectations.
After that, Ye Xiu looked at the third and last zither again.
Carved on this zither were countless flying snowflakes, giving a chill that made people shiver involuntarily.
Ye Xiu put his hand on it and only felt a terrible icy cold directly spreading on his hands.
The White Zither and Xue Yao watched Ye Xiu closely. Could this kid even subdue the Flying Snow Zither?
Ye Xiu's fingers hooked slightly.
I saw the sound of the zither lingering, and on the ground under his feet, layers of thin ice began to form. Even on the surface of the pond, the thin ice spread visibly fast.
Hearing this icy, bone-chilling zither sound, the White Zither and Xue Yao were completely dumbfounded.
No way?
This kid really subdued it again!
Subduing three zithers in a row!
This is something that even humans can do?
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."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.”
