Just like that.
Su Yunyun was feeling restless and stayed up all night. So she walked out of the Martial Arts Hall, wanting to have an early morning tea to calm herself down.
But as soon as she reached the door of the Martial Arts Hall, she froze.
With slightly parted red lips, her mood that had just calmed down after staying up all night became turbulent again.
Because she suddenly realized that the beef noodle stand owner and his wife that she often visited these past few days were not ordinary people at all.
Although they hid it very well, she could tell with one glance that these two were at least at the Heavenly Immortal level.
What exactly was going on here?
How could there be so many immortals?
She looked completely astonished. If you added the cow herding old man she met when she entered the city, it was equivalent to saying that Pingjiang City had three immortals besides Yi Feng and Skull Benwei?
"Boss, a bowl of beef noodles."
Just then, an old man with a cane came to the beef noodle stand.
As soon as this old man appeared, Su Yunyun’s pupils shrank again.
She realized that this old man was also an immortal.
"Pork Rong, save me half a jin of pork belly later, and help pick some pork ribs for me too.” The old man sat down and shouted at the pork stand next door.
"No problem."
The brawny man selling pork started chopping with his knife, deftly cutting the pork ribs.
Su Yunyun stared wide-eyed again.
It seemed like the brawny man selling pork was also an immortal!?
Even the pig-slaughtering knife in his hand was an immortal artifact.
However.
The current Pork Rong was not the last immortal she saw.
To be precise, every single person within her sight from the door of the Martial Arts Hall seemed extraordinary.
For example, the two old men under the tree across the street, who were red in the face and arguing fiercely over a chess move...
The two people at the vegetable stand diagonally across, who were haggling over a block of tofu...
Or the two aunties at the street corner not far away, who were rolling up their sleeves, pointing at each other and swearing over an egg...
All these people were existences at the immortal level without exception.
Even.
The rat that just crawled through the sewer at the street corner seemed to be equal to her current strength?
Su Yunyun was already too astonished to speak.
In this city.
It can't be.
Could it be that the average person here is an immortal?
With a worried look on her face, she hurried through the street intersection and arrived at another street.
Hiss.
Sure enough.
The whole street was filled with immortals.
She hurried back to the Martial Arts Hall, closed the door, and tried to calm herself down while breathing rapidly.
She could not help but lament.
Just what kind of place had she come to!
This small city that seemed full of mundane atmosphere actually had so many masters.
What was even more terrifying was that among these immortals, there were still vaguely those who she could tell were extraordinary but could not discern their specific strength.
What did this mean?
It meant that the current strength of those people was no less than her previous life’s cultivation level.
In short.
She had just wanted to drink some morning tea, but didn’t even get to drink it and ended up utterly dumbfounded.
Knock knock!
Just then, knocks sounded from outside.
"Who is it?"
Su Yunyun asked warily.
"It's me."
Yi Feng's voice came from outside the door.
"Is it him?"
Su Yunyun's body shuddered.
Her face suddenly became tense, and she was somewhat afraid to face Yi Feng.
Biting her lips tightly, she hesitated for a long time before finally opening the door cautiously.
At the door.
Yi Feng was standing there, riding on his flying sword.
Seeing the door open, he flew in on his flying sword.
And upon seeing this flying sword once again, Su Yunyun's breathing became hurried.
Because with her restored cultivation level, she could now clearly see how extraordinary this flying sword was.
But she could only tell that it was extraordinary and simply couldn't discern its specific grade.
This meant.
The flying sword under Yi Feng's feet was absolutely an existence that surpassed top-grade immortal artifacts.
Hiss!
Something that surpassed immortal artifacts would be at the divine artifact level!
Divine artifacts.
Even with her nine-revolution Divine King Physique, this was not something she dared to imagine.
Recalling her previous judgment of this flying sword, she wished she could find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
"How was your rest?" Yi Feng retrieved his flying sword and asked softly.
"I'm good, th-thank you, Senior."
Now facing Yi Feng again, Su Yunyun's attitude had completely changed.
Because she knew clearly in her heart.
Even at her peak, she had no right to be arrogant in front of this person.
"Alright, since you've rested well, let's talk about proper business!" Yi Feng said with a smile.
"Please go ahead, Senior."
Su Yunyun asked nervously.
"Join Heaven and Earth Sect and become my disciple at the same time." Yi Feng said straightforwardly.
"Become your disciple?"
Su Yunyun stared wide-eyed, letting out a cry of astonishment.
"Unwilling?"
Yi Feng frowned.
This wouldn’t do.
After wasting so much time, he must succeed in his deception, and so he said earnestly: “As long as you worship under me, you will definitely not regret it. I will help you become a true pride of heaven, transforming you into an immortal existence.” Anyway, boasting was better than deceiving.
Yi Feng was not afraid to boast grandly. First bragging, then figuring things out.
After speaking, Yi Feng slightly raised his head, putting on an air of being an expert, quietly waiting for Su Yunyun’s response.
"Become an immortal existence."
"That means you can help me ascend directly?"
Su Yunyun was greatly shocked in her heart.
She was already deeply impressed by everything available in Yi Feng’s Martial Arts Hall. Not to mention Yi Feng directly promising to help her ascend, that would be even more remarkable.
"Disciple greets Master!"
Su Yunyun immediately knelt down, sending out a sincere voice.
"Very good!"
Yi Feng let out a voice of satisfaction.
It seemed his deception still worked.
He could clearly see that the girl's attitude towards him had changed today.
At this moment, the familiar voice of the system sounded out.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations host on accepting one disciple."
"Disciple progress: 5/100."
"To celebrate the host's first disciple after establishing the sect, reward items will be given."

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.

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

【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.”