The envoy raised his hand, silencing the murmurs in the crowd.
"These matters are beyond your level of understanding," he said.
"Very well, I will now activate the teleportation array and transport you all to the Immortal Realm one by one."
As his words fell, the entire array began to rotate. A column of light descended from the sky at the gesture of the white-haired old man, quickly enveloping the floating pattern at the center of the formation.
One by one, they stepped onto the floating pattern.
With a flash of brilliant light, each person disappeared.
Everyone who entered carried varying degrees of anticipation and joy.
Only Yi Feng, the last one, was different.
He stood on the light column with a scowl, clearly reluctant.
With a flicker of light, he vanished along with the envoy and the array.
...
A dizzying whirl swept over Yi Feng.
The world flashed by in an instant.
Yi Feng found himself in the midst of it, time passing like a white colt glimpsed through a crack.
Time passed, though how long was unclear.
Yi Feng sensed a glimmer of light in the teleportation channel.
Then his vision changed, and he landed on an unfamiliar continent.
As soon as he touched down, a whirlwind swept past, sand stinging his eyes.
Yi Feng quickly raised his arm to shield himself.
After a moment, he slowly lowered his arm and surveyed his surroundings.
He was completely stunned.
This... was the so-called Immortal Realm????
Unbelievable!!!
Raging sand everywhere, not a blade of grass in sight.
The air was filled with a bloodthirsty, savage aura, and the stench of decay and rot permeated everything.
Bones littered the ground, with vultures feasting on flesh.
Yi Feng stood frozen in place for a long time, staring at the scene before him, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
Shouldn't the Immortal Realm be... ethereal and otherworldly?
Yi Feng tremblingly lifted his foot.
The movement caught the attention of the vultures, who all turned to reveal blood-red eyes, terrifying Yi Feng into quickly withdrawing his raised foot.
The blood-eyed vultures took flight with a screech that pierced the sky!
Yi Feng stumbled backward in fright.
As he retreated, he tripped over a skeleton and his hand pressed against something cool and soft.
Looking down, he saw a jet-black three-eyed black mamba flicking its tongue at him.
The snake coiled and struck, sinking its fangs into Yi Feng's arm!
"Aaaaah!!!!"
A piercing scream tore through the eerie, gloomy space.
Yi Feng screamed as he leapt up, flinging the venomous snake from his hand, then without hesitation pulled out the dagger from his shoe and swiftly cut into his arm.
He sucked frantically at the wound while letting it bleed!
Damn it, other transmigrated protagonists conquered the world and slept with beauties, ruling over nations with ease, while he had struggled to survive in this alien world for twenty years.
A full twenty years!
Never touched a beautiful woman, never showed off, and now he was going to die from a snake bite???
Even after spitting out a pool of blood on the ground, Yi Feng paused to circulate his energy through twelve cycles to carefully expel the poison.
Only after ensuring there wasn't a trace of venom left in his body did Yi Feng continue his trek across the desert wasteland.
All the animals here had mutated.
The bones too, were neither human nor ghost-like.
As for living people, he hadn't seen a single one. There was no sign of human habitation at all.
After walking through this wasteland for a long time, Yi Feng finally saw an altar.
Four towering pillars surrounded the altar, each with a black chain attached.
The chains extended towards the altar, converging at its center.
At the center of the altar was a cage, restrained by chains from four directions.
Yi Feng stood below, looking up at the altar above. A fierce wind blew, carrying sand and the stench of decay.
Yi Feng raised his hand to shield his head while still gazing at the altar.
What was that place?
There was a cage, so there might be people nearby.
If he encountered people, he could ask about this place.
Yi Feng stepped forward, but before he could reach it, a voice like a thunderous bell resounded from all directions.
"The sinner Jiang Zhi, once lord of a continent, rebelled against the Nine Heavens and is banished to Dark Shadow Island."
As the voice faded, the chains began to shake.
A figure appeared in the cage with a flash of light.
The prison door swung open.
Yi Feng was overjoyed.
Ah! He had finally found a living person!
Yi Feng hurried to the altar. By now the cage had opened, and a woman in red walked out.
Her fiery red dress billowed in the fierce wind.
She was like a flame burning in the desert.
Her face was cold yet stunningly beautiful, like an icy spring in the depths of winter.
As dazzling as the July sun, yet as cold as December frost.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
【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.”
