It was actually Zhong Limeng who won...
Tens of thousands of disciples stood in stunned silence, unable to believe it at first.
After a brief lull,
murmurs of disbelief gradually gave way to spreading joy. Excited smiles swept across the crowd, and cheers erupted through the skies of Cangyun Heavenly Palace!
"Sister Zhong Limeng is the victor..."
"Hahaha! Sister Zhong Limeng will become the Chief Disciple!"
"Justice prevails in this world!"
"All her hardships were worth it—Sister Zhong Limeng is truly chosen by fate!"
"Long live the Palace Master!!!"
The sea of disciples bowed in reverence, their congratulations surging like tides.
The outcome of the Chief Disciple competition seemed to symbolize righteousness triumphing over power. Nanli Qingming earned boundless admiration as disciples continued cheering in celebration.
Their unrestrained roars felt like the release of years of pent-up frustration!
On the high platform,
Nanli Qingming gazed down at the massive crowd, his pupils flickering slightly.
His eyes lingered on Zhong Limeng, who was bowing in emotional gratitude, his gaze filled with profound meaning.
The elite masters of the Heavenly Sects beside him seized the moment to offer their felicitations.
"Congratulations, Palace Master Nanli!"
"For Cangyun Heavenly Palace to nurture such a prodigy—her future is limitless!"
"Our respects to you, Daoist Nanli! We hope for your continued favor in the future!"
"Congratulations!"
The seven masters wore expressions of envy, their flattery delivered with impeccable timing.
Nanli Qingming understood their intentions perfectly.
If even he could discern that Zhong Limeng must have an extraordinary background, how could these seasoned experts miss it?
With her presence, the Heavenly Palace would become unshakable—no wonder they were so obsequious.
Yet, he refrained from exposing their motives, merely clasping his hands in graceful reciprocation.
"You honor me too much, esteemed friends!"
His demeanor radiated undisguised triumph.
The seven masters could only suppress their envy.
Bitter as they were, they recognized reality—especially given the sheer weight of those hundred thousand demonic corpses.
For a moment,
from the jade steps of the high platform to the outermost disciples in the training grounds,
all of Cangyun Heavenly Palace was engulfed in euphoria!
Meanwhile, Zhong Limeng covered her lips with trembling fingers, tears glistening in her eyes as the final verdict echoed in her mind.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined winning after so many twists and turns.
Even more unimaginable was the truth about the ring Elder Wei had given her—it had concealed such an overwhelming army of demonic corpses.
How laughable that she'd once feared a trap and hesitated to open it.
Gazing at the surrounding senior brothers, her heart swelled with emotion.
Memories of past struggles surfaced, gratitude overflowing her expression—even Yi Feng, whom she'd met only briefly at Shui Hanxing, now occupied her nostalgic thoughts...
Yet she still couldn't fathom why Elder Wei had helped her so profoundly, nor the origin of those hundred thousand demonic corpses...
Amidst the jubilant laughter and tidal waves of celebration,
only Fu Haotian stood with a face dark as stormclouds.
He glared venomously at Zhong Limeng, watching her surrounded by adoring crowds until fury overwhelmed him.
Suddenly raising his head, he gnashed his teeth toward the high platform!
"Nanli Qingming!"
"The Chief Disciple position was always mine—destined to be mine from birth!"
"How dare you let Zhong Limeng steal what's rightfully mine! Have you forgotten my grandfather's standing? When his wrath descends upon you, can your pathetic palace endure it!?"
His roar silenced the surroundings, countless disciples whipping their heads in shock.
Under the public gaze, Fu Haotian's veins bulged grotesquely on his forehead, bloodshot eyes glaring as he pointed accusingly—his trembling fingers aimed directly at the Palace Master upon the high platform!
Witnessing such brazen audacity, hearing the Palace Master's name shouted disrespectfully before tens of thousands, the disciples gaped in disbelief.
Who could have imagined...
The usually refined Young Master Fu would reveal such ugly desperation, shamelessly throwing tantrums before the entire assembly.
His frenzied, red-faced tantrum left no doubt—rage had stripped him of all reason.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.”
] [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!"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
