Originally thinking he could overwhelm them with numbers, he ended up getting completely overwhelmed instead.
The three were sweating bullets and turned to flee.
But then...
The thousand foreigners paired up two by two and powered up their skills. Five hundred spiraling light spheres instantly coalesced.
"Oh damn, this is kidney damage..."
"Oh damn, this is kidney damage..."
"..."
In unison, the voices of a thousand people rang out as five hundred Rasengans flew straight towards the thirty people.
In an instant...
The thirty were reduced to ash.
"Immortal Beast, come out."
Another elder was facing a monk draped in a kasaya.
This monk looked ordinary, but the elder did not underestimate him and immediately summoned his contracted Immortal Beast.
As soon as the Immortal Beast appeared, its aura was intimidating.
It soared up high, revealing its sharp talons as it swooped towards the monk.
In an instant, it grabbed the monk in its claws.
Seeing this, the elder's expression changed and he hurriedly yelled, "Kill him!"
The Immortal Beast snorted menacingly, its fierce eyes flashing as it prepared to shred the monk into pieces.
However...
The monk suddenly looked up at it, babbling incessantly in a drooling mouth.
"Humans and monsters are both born of mothers. The difference is, humans are born of human mothers, monsters of monster mothers... What is your mother's surname?"
"Being a monster is just like being a human. You must have a compassionate heart. With a compassionate heart, you will no longer be a monster but a humonster."
As soon as these words fell, the Immortal Beast's face continuously twitched. It felt a mysterious force destroying its Dao heart. Clutching its head in madness, it picked up a knife from the ground and stabbed itself in the heart.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the Immortal Beast committed suicide.
With the death of his contracted beast, the elder's eyes bulged as he suffered backlash and also spit out a mouthful of blood.
The monk's gaze turned to him again.
The elder couldn't help but tremble, his mind and spirit shaking tremendously, eyes full of fear.
"Patron, what is your mother's surname?"
Finally, the monk's voice rang out again.
"Pfft!"
Spitting out another mouthful of old blood, the elder went mad. Taking out a dagger, he committed suicide.
The moment the elder fell to the ground, another monk with a fā guàn hat, kasaya robe, whisk in hand, shot up into the sky beside him.
"Carving insects, how dare you try to destroy the door and pillars."
"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Great Luo Dharma spells, Wisdom of the Buddhas, Prajna Paramita... Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World Honored Earth Store, Wisdom of the Buddhas, Prajna Paramita Emptiness..."
As the voice fell, the ruins on the ground exploded with a boom.
The two Baiyang Palace elders died beneath the rubble in an instant.
In the sky, a man holding a bow and arrow drew, aimed and released in one smooth motion. Three Baiyang Palace elders were directly pierced through by the arrow, which then shot towards the empty sky.
Seeing this scene, Wu Chang'an lying on the reclining chair jumped up in fright.
"This guy isn't trying to shoot down the sun, is he?"
Fortunately...
It was not as he expected.
"Luckily these are just carvings my master made in the past, not his best work. If he took out his best work, I'm afraid the sun really would be gone."
Patting his chest, he revealed an expression of having a weight lifted off his shoulders, before lying back down on the reclining chair.
Seeing so many people die after just the first exchange, Lu Zhengyi stared wide-eyed, filled with solemnness.
"We can't keep fighting like this. Everyone listen to my command, gather together and form an array to unleash the True Sun Strike." Lu Zhengyi shouted loudly.
Upon hearing this, the masters all flew towards Lu Zhengyi, quickly arriving behind him and standing in a "Chinese character for multitude" formation.
"Form the array!"
Led by Lu Zhengyi, hand seals flew quickly.
At the same time, the Baiyang Palace masters all placed their palms on the back of the person in front, acting as a medium to channel power concentratedly to Lu Zhengyi.
In that moment...
Lu Zhengyi's hair stood on end, eyes flashing red, his entire being's aura shooting to the heavens.
"Immortal arts, True Sun Strike!"
With his loud shout, coalesced in his hands was a pillar of light as scorching as the blazing sun, shooting out explosively.
"Boom!"
With this strike unleashed, heaven and earth changed color.
And as the light pillar shot out, it grew bigger and bigger, illuminating the entire smoke-filled battlefield.
After unleashing this strike, Lu Zhengyi and the others' faces were much paler, clearly having expended no small amount.
Their eyes were fixed intently on the pillar of light, filled with anticipation.
If nothing unexpected happened, this strike should be able to destroy most of the wood carvings.
But just then, a man with a slender figure, not bulky at all, with waist-length hair tied at the back of his head and sword-like eyebrows, suddenly appeared.
He moved gracefully and smoothly like the wind! A wind-like man!
Subsequently, he brandished his long sword as he alone went to meet the True Sun Strike head-on.
"Hmph, courting death."
Seeing this scene, Lu Zhengyi and the others let out disdainful voices.
Daring to face their True Sun Strike like this was undoubtedly courting death.
But the next moment...
It made their jaws drop.
"Ha sa, ha sa, ha sa ge..."
The man loudly shouted as his sword swung, erecting a huge wind wall in front of him.
The True Sun Strike landed on the wind wall without even making a ripple, disappearing without a trace.
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.”
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.)
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
