Such a temperament is unfit for great deeds.
To think the position of chief disciple nearly fell into the hands of such a person—the mere recollection sends shivers down one's spine.
Many disciples wore complex expressions.
This act of defiance against one's superiors was a stark contrast to the previous demeanor, as if it were an entirely different person. Even as the grandson of the Supreme Elder, this was utterly excessive!
On the high platform.
Nanli Qingming coldly gazed downward, his expression dark.
Without a word, he extended his palm, and in an instant, the winds and clouds shifted!
A terrifying surge of Dao power condensed into a radiant pillar, crashing down like a crushing force!
In mere moments.
Fu Haotian was slammed into the ground, reduced to an ant, the green bricks shattered and embedded three inches deep!
"Boom!"
A deafening shockwave echoed in all directions!
The once-boastful Young Master Fu now had his mouth full of dirt, his face smeared with blood!
Even under the personal suppression of the sect master, this young noble still wore a ferocious glare, his face twisted in threats and roars as he struggled violently, veins bulging!
"Nanli Qingming!"
"You! How dare you lay a hand on me! When my grandfather emerges from seclusion, none of you will escape his wrath!!!"
His howls reverberated through heaven and earth.
The surrounding disciples exchanged uneasy glances, their faces filled with dread.
Yet the Nanli Palace Master remained utterly indifferent. Far from relenting due to the threats, he pressed his palm down once more.
Half of Fu Haotian's body was buried in the earth!
The overwhelming force stifled even his screams.
Finally, silence returned...
Nanli Qingming's expression softened slightly as he turned his gaze to the maidservant.
His voice boomed like thunder, piercing the clouds!
"Report this matter to the Supreme Elder. Whatever the consequences, I, the Palace Master, shall bear them alone!"
The maidservant snapped back to reality, hastily bowing before fleeing in a fluster.
Only then did Nanli Qingming withdraw his hand, his eyes drifting almost imperceptibly toward Wei Zhenfang, a trace of apology flickering briefly across his face.
"Elder Wei, my apologies for the spectacle. Does this suffice as justice?"
Holy shit!
Even the Nanli Palace Master is deferring to my opinion?
The words left Wei Zhenfang stunned.
In the past, who would have dared imagine such a thing?
Tsk tsk, times truly have changed.
A wave of giddiness surged in Wei Zhenfang's heart...
Though inwardly flustered and elated, his face remained as steady as an old hound's.
No matter what, he was now the representative of that certain figure—he couldn’t afford to lose decorum. Thus, stroking his beard with practiced calm, Wei Zhenfang exuded the composure of a lofty expert.
"Ahem, Palace Master, you honor me too much. Simply upholding fairness is sufficient."
Hearing this, Nanli Qingming secretly exhaled in relief, while the other high-ranking elders nodded subtly in approval...
...
Atop the mountain peak, within the violet bamboo forest.
A streak of light descended outside the bamboo hut, and the maidservant materialized, bowing in panic!
"Esteemed Supreme Elder..."
"Young Master... Young Master has been personally suppressed by the Nanli Palace Master! Zhong Limeng has been named chief disciple! I beg for your judgment!"
Her voice trembled with anxiety, her face pale with terror.
The maidservant shuddered, recalling the Supreme Elder's ruthless reputation. Though only moments of silence passed, it felt like an eternity.
Her heart clenched in dread, cold sweat drenching her hair!
The Supreme Elder was famed for his merciless decisiveness, tolerating no failure. Even after relinquishing his position as Palace Master, his prestige alone struck fear throughout the Immortal Palace.
This defeat, especially with his grandson suppressed, would surely unleash a storm of fury!
As the maidservant prostrated in trepidation, a low voice finally emerged from the bamboo hut.
"By my decree, Fu Haotian is to be imprisoned in the Forbidden Dungeon!"
Thud!
The maidservant's heart lurched, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Trembling, she raised her head, stammering in confusion.
"The Forbidden Dungeon...? But...
"Young Master is your direct descendant, your own flesh and blood! Supreme Elder!"
Before she could finish, a cold voice cut her off.
"Do I need you to remind me? I am not yet senile!"
The maidservant immediately lowered her head, pressing herself to the ground in fear.
The bamboo door creaked open.
An elderly man in plain robes sat cross-legged on a cushion, his back to the door.
The old man never turned, his grave words drifting softly outward.
"Precisely because he is my grandson, this must be done."
"Zhong Limeng produced 100,000 celestial-tier demon corpses, among them many third-grade fiends. Such means are extraordinary. The hand behind her is not to be trifled with—even I dare not provoke it."
"Haotian is blinded by momentary defeat, unable to see the chasm between them. Though I am aged, my mind remains clear."
"Only by imprisoning him in the Forbidden Dungeon might there be a sliver of hope for his survival..."
Hearing this, the maidservant felt a chill crawl down her spine.
Hiss!
Even the Supreme Elder bowed in fear—Zhong Limeng's backing was terrifying to such an extent!
Not daring to dwell further, the maidservant hurriedly acknowledged the order and rushed toward the training grounds.
As the streak of light vanished beyond the sea of clouds.
The old man slowly opened his eyes at last, his murky gaze heavy with solemnity.
A sigh escaped him, laden with the weight of centuries.
Ah...
【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.)
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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.”
