In a luxurious tavern.
A white-robed youth eagerly walked in.
"Uncle Luo, please help me guard, I need to first attune this top-grade Immortal Artifact to myself," he said solemnly before hastily sitting cross-legged in the room.
Then, he eagerly took out the top-grade Immortal Artifact, a sword, and examined it closely.
This was a top-grade Immortal Sword.
Its appearance was unremarkable, but it felt heavy in his hand, and his mind could clearly sense the terrifying energy within.
"Activate!"
Celestial Energy enveloped the sword, causing it to float before him.
At the same time, the terrifying Celestial Energy within the white-robed youth also began to circulate.
Clearly, he had started to refine the sword for himself.
With Uncle Luo guarding outside, he wasn't afraid of any problems.
A drop of bright red blood slid from his fingertip and fell onto the floating sword.
With the addition of blood, the refining process would be twice as effective.
However, to his surprise, a force of extreme repulsion emanated from the sword, nearly knocking the white-robed youth off the bed.
Although he managed to steady himself, he still felt quite unwell.
A trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"I never thought that even with my blood and all my cultivation, I couldn't refine it!"
"Top-grade Immortal Artifacts are indeed top-grade Immortal Artifacts. It's said that weapons at this level already possess spirits. Now it seems to be true."
Instead of being alarmed, he became even more delighted, his eyes shining even brighter.
Clearly, the stronger the sword's performance, the more powerful strength it would bring him once truly refined.
"It seems I underestimated the top-grade Immortal Artifact."
"It looks like I need to use my essence blood."
"My essence blood is extremely precious, but for this top-grade Immortal Artifact, even if I consume a drop, it's worth it."
As he spoke, he bit his tongue.
A drop of blood emerged, golden and even glowing.
It then dripped down from his tongue.
Falling onto the sword.
"Refine!"
At the moment the essence blood fell, the white-robed youth quickly formed hand seals, pouring all his strength into the sword without reservation.
Boom!
The sword rebelled once more.
A powerful force suddenly erupted from within, heavily striking the white-robed youth, sending him flying.
"Damn it!"
"What's wrong with this broken sword!"
His face darkened as he shouted unwillingly, "How can even my essence blood fail to refine it!"
Just as he was feeling desperate and unsure of what to do, a sudden voice appeared in the room.
"Hmph!"
"Even if this sword is just one of my master's countless scraps, without his consent, how could a trash like you refine it?"
This voice made the white-robed youth shudder violently, his hair standing on end, his back turning cold.
Because with his strength, he couldn't sense where this person was exactly.
What was even more terrifying was that Uncle Luo was guarding the door outside, yet there was no movement at all, clearly indicating that he hadn't noticed this person's presence either.
"Who are you?"
"Since you're here, why hide your head and tail?"
The white-robed youth raised his guard, shouting loudly at the empty room.
As his voice fell, a black-robed figure appeared before him out of thin air.
The figure was small.
Wrapped in a large robe.
Its face was obscured by a thick mist, making it impossible to see its true appearance.
"Who are you?"
The white-robed youth narrowed his eyes and also took back the sword that hadn't been refined.
"Eternal Calamity God!"
"Lu Benwei!"
A casual voice came from within the black robe.
Behind the mist, it seemed there was a pair of cold eyes watching him, making the white-robed youth shudder and take two steps back unconsciously.
But when he heard the black-robed figure's words, he suddenly wasn't afraid anymore, raising his head and laughing loudly.
"Lu Benwei, if I'm not mistaken, you're the so-called Lu Dada from the mouths of those three trash, aren't you? Eternal Calamity God, what a joke!"
The white-robed youth completely relaxed, coldly looking at the black-robed figure before him, confident and saying, "Although I don't know what means you used to evade Uncle Luo's and my perception, did you really think I didn't investigate you?"
"You're not from the Heavenly Immortal Palace, and there's no one like you among the great beings above the Star Immortal Realm."
"So?"
A strange voice came from within the black robe.
"So, this young master doesn't take you seriously."
"As for your arrival, it must be for this sword, right?"
The white-robed youth sneered, leisurely saying, "The sword is in my hand, let me see what abilities you have to take it away."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
