Hearing the puzzled questions from Xiong Father and Son, the Moon God Pavilion Master wore a helpless expression.
"We got into another conflict with the Heavenly Dao Sect while searching for you two. Li Daoran set up a formation here, leveraging the terrain and the natural order to harness the power of heaven and earth. We can’t break free!"
"If you had been outside, you might have been able to call for reinforcements to disrupt the terrain and rescue us. But now that you’re trapped inside as well, all hope is lost."
Xiong Father and Son were shocked by these words, only now realizing their spiritual energy was steadily draining away.
Though their cultivation had advanced significantly, the loss was minimal—yet if this continued, they would eventually exhaust their energy. The situation was dire.
Several elders spoke one after another, sighing in resignation.
"Ah!"
"Why didn’t you listen? Charging in recklessly like this… it’s all over now…"
"No use talking anymore. Our Moon God Pavilion may well meet its end here!"
"If you hadn’t come in, even with your limited strength, you could have sought help. Now we’re all just waiting for death together!"
The ten elders were frozen to the point their faces had turned purple, their expressions utterly despondent.
Though their words were filled with resignation and even a hint of frustration, Xiong Father and Son found themselves moved. The faces they once despised now seemed strangely warm.
As for the so-called deadly formation…
Father and son exchanged a quiet glance.
"Son, it seems they really went to all this trouble just to find us…"
"You’re right, Father. Maybe we’ve misunderstood the Moon God Pavilion all these years."
"This formation doesn’t seem all that terrifying!"
"I find the cold unbearable, though. It’s definitely not good."
Whispering between themselves, their hearts were in turmoil.
Looking around, they saw the Pavilion Master and the elders covered in frost, their former majesty nowhere to be seen.
All of this—falling into this deadly formation, facing life and death—was because they had searched for Xiong Father and Son. Even now, they still treated them as part of the Moon God Pavilion.
Witnessing this, Xiong Fen’s eyes grew misty.
Recalling past grievances, the slights and cold shoulders he had imagined now seemed trivial—just harsh words masking kind hearts. Yet his actions had nearly doomed the entire Moon God Pavilion.
His expression darkened, guilt weighing heavily on him.
Seeing this, the Moon God Pavilion Master offered comfort.
"Elder Xiong, there’s no need to blame yourself too much."
"Our predicament is due to my own oversight—falling for Li Daoran’s schemes. That you rushed here to help, giving your all, is already more than enough. None of us hold any resentment."
The elders chimed in, their voices carrying a calm acceptance.
"Enough, enough. Let it go, old friend."
"Your cultivation is weak, and you didn’t know the dangers of this formation. Even if hope is lost, it’s understandable."
"Indeed. With your limited strength, even I can’t break this formation. How could we blame you?"
"We’ve worked together for years. Today, we face the underworld as one!"
"Bah! I’m not dying with you lot!"
"Hahaha…"
Having cultivated for thousands of years, they had long since come to terms with mortality.
Now, speaking with such ease, their words still carried traces of their usual sarcasm—yet it sounded oddly comforting, even heroic in its own way.
Xiong Father and Son watched, their eyes stinging.
Remembering their past misunderstandings and how they had dragged everyone into this deadly trap, Xiong Fen was overwhelmed with shame.
He immediately bowed deeply.
But before he could complete the gesture, the Moon God Pavilion Master caught his arms.
"Elder Xiong, there’s no need for this. This isn’t your fault!"
Those words shattered Xiong Fen’s composure. His vision blurred as he lowered his head, voice thick with remorse.
"Pavilion Master!"
"All these years, I thought everyone looked down on us. I held grudges, never imagining the lengths the sect would go for us!"
"Such loyalty… it leaves us utterly ashamed!"
Xiong Zhong also bowed, his heart in turmoil.
He had never expected the Moon God Pavilion to be so righteous, the Pavilion Master so magnanimous. Even the once-distant Holy Maiden Qing Yin Xianyun had been injured for their sake!
And yet, they had dismissed these loyal comrades as arrogant fools in their hearts.
The contrast was unbearable.
Seeing the father and son moved to such gestures, the Pavilion Master and the elders were deeply touched.
Adversity reveals true bonds.
Hearing their heartfelt words, the group felt a warmth growing within them—even as the freezing formation intensified around them.
"Elder Xiong, we are all disciples of the Moon God Pavilion. There’s no need for such formality."
"The Pavilion Master is right. We share the same sect, the same fate!"
"Please, both of you, rise!"
Amid the kind reassurances, Xiong Father and Son slowly stood.
All grievances were set aside, their spirits lighter—but the biting wind behind them grew fiercer. Qing Yin Xianyun, already injured, now had frost forming on her face, alarming the elders.
The situation worsening, the Moon God Pavilion Master surveyed the group with a grave tone.
"The cold in this formation is intensifying. Our spiritual energy is nearly depleted."
"Even with Elder Xiong here, his energy alone can’t sustain us all. Soon, we’ll all be frozen statues. We must find a way to break the formation!"
"Rather than waiting for death, let’s gather all our remaining power and make one final strike!"
The Pavilion Master’s resolve was unshakable, decisive in this critical moment.
But the elders wore heavy expressions.
"Your words are wise, Pavilion Master, but our energy is almost gone. It’s unlikely…"
"At our peak, we might have had a sliver of hope. But now, even pooling our strength, the chances are slim."
"Then what? Just accept our fate?"
"In my view, the Pavilion Master’s plan is our only option. We must charge forward without hesitation!"
As the debate continued, the overlooked Xiong Fen suddenly bowed again.
"Pavilion Master, Elders… perhaps let me try?"
The scene fell silent.
【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.)
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.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.”
