"The number destined by the heavens has actually increased," Yi Feng mumbled in disbelief.
"Good heavens! How could the number destined by the heavens increase so drastically in such a short period of time?" Qing Huan exclaimed in shock.
Mie Shi felt like his head was about to explode.
He knew that the last time he had been updated on the numbers destined by the heavens was ten years ago, when there were only two hundred and thirty-four in total.
That number represented the accumulation over countless eons, consisting of people with special identities like transmigrators and reincarnators. Although their current strength may not be powerful, they all inherited exceptional fortune and promising futures setting them apart from ordinary people.
These people were truly the proud children of the heavens and favorites of the divine.
However...
It took countless eons to accumulate to just two hundred and thirty-four people. But now, after a mere decade, that figure had soared to over three hundred.
In other words, more than sixty of these proud children of heaven had emerged in the short span of ten years.
What kind of crazy concept was that!?
But what made his scalp tingle even more was that the number did not stop at three hundred.
Instead, it continued soaring at an even more staggering pace.
Three hundred, five hundred, one thousand...
Two thousand, three thousand, four thousand...
Eventually, it broke past ten thousand!
Mie Shi was already gaping in astounded horror, unable to find the words to describe his shock.
Finally, Mie Shi was completely numbed.
And after breaking past ten thousand, the numbers continued to skyrocket wildly.
Fifteen thousand, twenty thousand, twenty-five thousand...
Until finally, it stopped at ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine.
Mie Shi felt his legs turn soft as his body trembled uncontrollably.
He finally understood why that being had used the power of astrology to inform him of the updated numbers destined by the heavens.
It was because an earth-shattering change of astronomical proportions had occurred.
Everything was in chaos.
Utter chaos.
The order of everything had been completely upended.
It took numerous eons to accumulate just two hundred and thirty-four destined ones.
Yet in the span of a decade, that figure had shot up to close to a hundred thousand.
This completely exceeded his ability to comprehend.
The existence of even one proud child of heaven could cause some turmoil on the continent.
With ten thousand of them existing concurrently in the same era, one could imagine the kind of earth-shattering friction that would occur.
"Friction?"
"That won't happen."
"Everyone on the island is family. It's impossible for major conflicts to happen between them in this lifetime!"
While chatting idly about fishing, Lu Qingshan brought up his concerns over potential conflict. Yi Feng just smiled and said while looking up at the darkening sky,
"Let's head back. It's getting late."
"Yes, Master."
Lu Qingshan hastily packed up the fishing gear and trotted after Yi Feng.
Upon returning to Tian Di Men, Yi Feng inexplicably felt irritated despite originally being in good spirits.
By now, he was growing increasingly dissatisfied with his disciples.
After gathering and scolding them last time, he assumed they would behave for at least a few days and at least pretend to be diligent for his sake.
But no, they were becoming more and more outrageous.
Previously, he could at least see some of them moving about. But now, they just holed themselves up in the library pavilion doing jack all day long, only reading web novels and comic books.
They were practically disregarding their master!
This infuriated Yi Feng to no end.
"Qing Huan, gather them," Yi Feng commanded in a dark voice.
Instantly, Qing Huan's voice resounded throughout Tian Di Men.
In the library pavilion, everyone raised their heads upon hearing the call.
"Hurry hurry! Master is calling us!"
"We get to see Master again!"
"I wonder what instructions Master has for us this time!"
In no time, dozens of disciples had gathered in the square, awaiting Yi Feng's lecture.
Seeing this bunch of useless freeloaders instantly put Yi Feng in a foul mood.
"What's so fun about cooping yourselves up in the library all day, you useless bunch?" Yi Feng scolded.
"Just look at the sorry state you're all in."
"And you! You've become a fat lazy slob."
"Why don't you go out for some fresh air?"
"Are the young ladies outside not pretty enough, or is the air not fresh enough for you all!?"
Yi Feng berated with a stern face, "Surely it's better than rotting away inside that library pavilion right? As long as you go out and find something to occupy yourselves, it has got to be better than that!"
"Let me make this clear. From today onwards, if I catch any of you continuing to freeload in that lazy manner, you can pack up and get lost!"
Yi Feng finished in an icy tone before turning to leave.
They think they can freeload off Tian Di Men and fleece him? No way!
After Yi Feng left, the disciples broke out into hushed discussion.
"Master, what did he mean by that?"
"Yes, Master is not usually so harsh. Why was he suddenly so stern today?"
Everyone wore grave expressions as they guessed at the reason.
At this moment, Su Yunyun stepped forward and said, "I think Master is right. We should go out more."
"Ah, Senior Sister, is that what Master meant?" Everyone looked towards Su Yunyun and asked, "But what exactly does Master want us to do outside?"
"Didn't Master make it very clear?"
"Find something to occupy ourselves."
"That's right. Find something to do!"
Su Yunyun said meaningfully.
Hearing this, the disciples' eyes lit up as understanding dawned on them.
That's right!
As Master's disciples, as disciples of Tian Di Men, how could they remain cooped up behind the mountain gate every day?
Naturally, they should be out there making a name for themselves on the continent, even conquering the entire land beneath their feet!

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.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

【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.)

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!