On the grasslands, a group of people were eating barbecue skewers and dancing around a bonfire.
Joy was evident on everyone's faces.
"This time we've taken over the entire Cloud Top Empire, which means the virtual realm is now under our control," Wu Tian said, holding a wine glass happily. "Surely this time, our master will look at us with new respect!"
"He'll no longer think of us as useless," he added.
"Indeed," the fellow disciples around him chimed in agreement.
It's worth noting that the virtual realm existed beyond the Immortal River Continent, a stronger and independent existence!
Everyone chatted and laughed, imagining the scene of being praised by their master when they met him.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by.
"Thud!"
Everyone looked over to see Lu Benwei, who had just been calling for more music and dancing, suddenly fall silent and drop to his knees.
"Great Protector, what's wrong?"
While everyone was still in shock, they saw a figure appear out of thin air, slowly descending.
Dressed in white, his clothes moved without wind.
Hands behind his back, he floated ethereally, detached from the world.
He looked down at them from above.
The next moment, everyone reacted and knelt down.
"Greetings, Master!"
Yi Feng hovered in the air, hands behind his back, coldly looking at the people kneeling before him.
"Master, we..." Wu Tian began to say happily to Yi Feng.
But before he could finish, Yi Feng interrupted, "I sent you out to make something of yourselves, and this is what you show me?"
"Uh..." Wu Tian was stunned.
Yi Feng's gaze moved from Wu Tian to sweep over the group behind him, "Before you left the mountain, I told you to go out and make something of yourselves. Is this what you've accomplished?"
His sweeping gaze fell on the still blazing bonfire, with the iron rack beside it full of unfinished meat.
His anger grew, and with a wave of his hand, the rack crashed down with a "bang".
He said sarcastically, "Is this how you choose to degrade yourselves?"
He shouted, "Can't you amount to anything?"
"Can't you have some ambition?!"
Ah... so the virtual realm they were so proud of and boastful about wasn't even worth mentioning in their master's eyes...
And they had been celebrating it.
Now, hearing Yi Feng's admonishment, everyone unanimously lowered their heads, like frost-bitten eggplants, each with a drooping head.
They dared not say a word.
Seeing everyone's drooping heads, Yi Feng sighed deeply, angry at their lack of drive.
Then his gaze fell on Wu Tian once again.
"What were you about to say just now?"
"Uh..." Wu Tian's face turned red with embarrassment at the question, and he quickly replied, "Because we haven't achieved anything noteworthy, I was about to ask for your punishment, Master!"
"Hmph!" Yi Feng snorted coldly, "If the next time I see you, you're still in this useless state, don't consider me your master anymore!"
With that, Yi Feng glared at Lu Benwei.
Although he was kneeling obediently with his head down,
Lu Benwei's neck instinctively shrank the moment Yi Feng looked at him.
"You mongrel, so you know fear?!" he raged, grabbing Lu Benwei and disappearing from the spot.
After making sure Yi Feng was gone, everyone finally raised their heads.
Their faces were all complex with emotion.
"Master didn't even care about the virtual realm," one of them sighed, "Master is still master, his vision is simply beyond our comparison."
"Comparison? We can't even imagine it," another said.
"But now it seems, if Master doesn't even care about the virtual realm, what does he care about?" Wu Tian frowned in thought.
Hearing this, they all looked at each other.
Could it be...
The Immortal Realm?
"Looking at it this way, Master might have wanted us to make a name for ourselves in the Immortal Realm from the beginning," one disciple said. "Not in the virtual realm at all!"
"So that's it!" everyone exclaimed, feeling regretful and ashamed, "And we were so proud of conquering a mere virtual realm."
"Indeed, we should be ashamed!"
"If that's the case, let's set off now!" someone suggested, "Let's go adventure in the Immortal Realm right away!"
"Good! Let's go now!"
"Let's go!!!"
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.
【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.)
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.”
