Several elders couldn't help but speak coldly.
Lu Zun ignored them and continued looking at Fang Jin.
"He won't come back."
Fang Jin said with a stern expression, "Even if he returns, the decision has been made and cannot be revoked. From now on, Lu Chong is no longer a member of the Great Transformation Sect."
"Fine, fine, fine..."
Lu Zun trembled with anger.
"I hope you won't regret this."
With that said,
He stormed off, his robes swishing angrily.
Watching Lu Zun's angry demeanor, many elders looked on coldly, with even more laughing mockingly.
Meanwhile, Lu Chong
Had already entered the Dark Shadow Island.
He was eating dirt with a disheveled face.
Unaware that someone was secretly watching him.
This had become the standard procedure on Dark Shadow Island.
Chu Kuangshi was overseeing this matter.
According to him, all prisoners who entered Dark Shadow Island must first endure half a month of hardship.
Without experiencing this,
How could they appreciate how fortunate it was to become a disciple under the Master?
Finally,
After half a month, Chu Kuangshi brought people to find him, and after kowtowing and swearing eternal loyalty to the Master, he finally became one of Master Yi Feng's disciples.
After becoming a disciple, Chu Kuangshi was responsible for assigning their tasks.
Just then, Lu DaSheng came walking by with a pair of manure buckets.
"Old Chu, got new people again?" Lu DaSheng asked.
"Yes, Old Lu. What brings you here? Something up?" Chu Kuangshi said with a smile.
"Well, we're doing construction on the island, and there's too much manure work with too few hands. Saw you had new people, so I came to ask if you could assign one to me," Lu DaSheng said with a smile.
"Oh, is that so? No problem. Take a look at this newcomer and see if you're satisfied," Chu Kuangshi laughed, then pushed Lu Chong forward, saying, "Look, it's this young man."
"Hmm!"
Lu DaSheng circled around Lu Chong, examining him, then patted his shoulder and said, "Not bad, the young man looks sturdy, he'll make a good manure carrier. You're the one."
"Young man, what are you standing there for? You probably don't know how lucky you are - being chosen by the Chief of Manure, you're about to reach the peak of your life," Chu Kuangshi laughed. "Hurry up and pay your respects to Great Manager Lu."
"Greetings, Manager Lu!"
Lu Chong bowed respectfully.
"Very good."
Lu DaSheng nodded approvingly.
With a wave of his hand, a pair of manure buckets appeared out of thin air.
"This is your equipment. It's entry-level and a bit basic, but it's still top-tier celestial gear. Use these for now, and later I'll get you supreme-tier celestial gear above the top-tier!"
Hearing this, Lu Chong's hands trembled.
"Top-tier celestial gear???"
His speech became stuttered, "And this is just entry-level?"
"Thank you, thank you, Manager Lu!"
Lu Chong knelt on the ground.
At this moment,
He completely believed what Gong Chen had told him.
He finally believed that he was about to reach the peak of his life.
"Don't thank me, thank the Master."
Lu DaSheng said calmly, "Over there is the Master's residence, the Martial Arts Hall. Pay your respects daily!"
"Yes!"
Lu Chong knelt on the ground, turned in that direction, and devoutly paid his respects toward the Martial Arts Hall.
Then, he followed Lu DaSheng's footsteps.
He had finally become a member of the manure-carrying team.
Several days later,
Lu Chong had become proficient at carrying manure.
In one day, he could carry over thirty loads.
The fruits rewarded from above each day also caused his cultivation to advance rapidly, and in just a few days, he became an eighth-level Mystic Immortal.
On this day,
He finally met his senior uncle Gong Chen on Dark Shadow Island.
"Greetings, Senior Uncle," Lu Chong said gratefully.
"No need for formalities, Chong," Gong Chen said with a smile, then leaned in close and asked softly, "By the way, whose command are you under now?"
"Reporting to Senior Uncle, I'm under Manager Lu's command," Lu Chong respectfully replied.
Hearing this,
Gong Chen's eyes lit up, and he burst into laughter.
"Excellent, excellent!"
"Chong, you're really fortunate to be under Master Lu's command. This is a great blessing. You must work hard and listen well to Master Lu's instructions!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
【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.)
