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.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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!
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.”
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
