"Damn this secular world, everyone looks like an ordinary person on the surface, but they could be a hidden expert," Wu Chang'an muttered as he walked down the street, feeling there was danger everywhere.
"I'd better hide out in the outskirts!"
As soon as he said that, Wu Chang'an disappeared.
A moment later, he was already outside the city.
"Phew!"
"The outskirts are nice, with such beautiful scenery and nature..."
But before his voice faded away, the earth rumbled loudly.
"Boom boom!"
The deafening sound spread all around, cracks appeared on the ground, and then to Wu Chang'an's shocked gaze, a huge building burst out from the ground and towered in front of him.
"What the hell is this?"
"Damn it!"
"I'm doomed, I'm doomed!"
Seeing the massive structure, Wu Chang'an cursed up a storm. He just wanted to find a safe place to hide, so why did this have to appear?
With one look, it was clear this was Jiang Yu's tomb!
Wu Chang'an was in despair, sensing countless auras rushing over. He was filled with a sense of crisis.
"I've never been here before, never!"
"I'm getting out of here!"
Wu Chang'an formed seals with his hands, drilling straight into the ground and disappearing.
"Phew!"
After plunging who knows how many yards underground, surrounded by earth, Wu Chang'an felt unprecedented safety. But the next moment, he felt like he had crashed into something.
The scene before his eyes changed.
He realized he was now in a grand hall.
In front of the hall hung a legendary saint weapon.
"Damn it!"
"How did I get in here?"
Seeing this, Wu Chang'an cursed up a storm. He didn't even glance at the weapon before starting to run.
As he ran, countless mechanisms in the hall were triggered.
"Boom boom boom..."
Wave after wave of attacks struck Wu Chang'an, only stopping after a long time.
By now, Wu Chang'an had hidden in a corner, trembling all over.
"Huff...huff..."
"That was close, almost died!"
Wu Chang'an muttered shakily, "I used up eighteen of my ten billion shadow clone techniques just now. If I use up nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and eighty-two more, I'll be finished!"
"Heavens, someone save me!"
"It's too dangerous here."
"I absolutely won't move, even if I have to die here!"
...
At the foot of Qingshan Gate.
"Haha, I, Yu Wujie, am indeed handsome and charming, peach blossoms come to me automatically!"
Seeing the woman before him, beautiful as a celestial maiden, Yu Wujie's eyes were about to pop out. Her translucent, crystal-like skin, her slender jade legs, he couldn't get enough.
And the veil over her face, Yu Wujie wished he could tear it off to fully behold what kind of fairy she was.
Most importantly, such a peerless beauty, the finest female disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, had come looking for him.
"What do you think, do you like me?" Alluring sounds came from beneath the woman's veil as she lightly lifted Yu Wujie's chin with her jade-like foot, asking gently.
She was Peng Xianer, the newly famous genius of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
"L-like, I like you!"
Yu Wujie's nose was practically bleeding as he stammered out a reply.
"Then will you follow me from now on?" The voice continued, a hint of deeper meaning in her eyes.
"Of course, of course!"
Yu Wujie offered almost no resistance.
Just as the woman was about to continue speaking, her eyebrows suddenly twitched. She got up and looked towards the outskirts of Pingjiang City.
"Miss, the tomb probably reacted. We should hurry over there," an elderly man with sword-like eyebrows standing nearby urgently reminded her.
"Alright, let's hurry over. And bring him along," Peng Xianer decided instantly, glancing at Yu Wujie.
The elder looked at Yu Wujie, wondering why his young miss wanted to bring along this useless person, but he didn't say anything more. Grabbing Yu Wujie, they rushed towards the outskirts.
When they arrived, in addition to various major sects, Yun Xianque of Wind and Cloud Valley had also come.
"Looks like you all arrived pretty quickly!"
At this moment, a cultured voice rang out as an immaculate youth in white robes descended with an old man.
"Blowing Snow Mountain Villa, Fifth Sky!"
Seeing the effeminate man even more beautiful than women, Yun Xianque and Peng Xianer's eyebrows creased slightly.
Clearly, he was also a formidable character.
"But I only see you two. Where are the people from Imperial Sword Sect?" Fifth Sky asked.
Hearing this, Yun Xianque and Peng Xianer fell silent.
It was true they hadn't heard anything about Imperial Sword Sect recently. Even their disciples were rarely seen out and about, and they hadn't even shown up for something this major, which was rather bizarre.
"Forget it, one less opponent is for the best. Let's first see how we can enter this tomb!"
Saying so, Fifth Sky looked towards the Tomb of the Martial Saint.
Yun Xianque and Peng Xianer also focused their gazes there, eyes filled with greed.
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
【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.”
