Su Yunyun, lying on the ground, watched as her fellow disciples were on the verge of losing their minds, turning into mindless zombies. Her face was filled with urgency as she shouted with great difficulty, "Get up!"
"Don’t let that black mist affect you!"
"As disciples of our master, how can we fall so easily?"
"His target is our master. Even though we know he stands no chance against our master, we cannot afford to cause even the slightest trouble for him."
"Even if it means death, we cannot let him devour us!"
Su Yunyun's shout instantly reignited the fighting spirit of her severely injured fellow disciples.
From somewhere deep within, they summoned an overwhelming surge of power, and one by one, they took to the skies.
"Damn you, old man! I’ll chop you to pieces!" Chi Yitong roared wildly, wielding a flaming cleaver as he charged toward the shadowy demon.
"Hmph, nothing more than the futile rage of ants!"
The shadowy demon waved his hand, and a wave of black mist engulfed Chi Yitong.
Chi Yitong, mid-flight, was instantly dealt a heavy blow. Blood spurted from his mouth as he plummeted from the sky like a bird with broken wings.
"Fourth Brother!"
The disciples watching from behind let out furious roars.
"You deserve to die! Fight me one-on-one if you dare!"
Hong Fengkuang, who had only half-recovered his body, charged straight at the shadowy demon.
"Ha, one-on-one? You’re not worthy," the demon sneered, casually swatting Hong Fengkuang.
Hong Fengkuang’s half-formed body exploded once again.
At the same time, tendrils of black mist, like a parasitic plague, crawled over Hong Fengkuang’s meridians, bones, and hair. His body writhed in agony, as if subjected to some unspeakable torture, thrashing on the ground like a fish out of water.
"Damn it!"
Su Yunyun’s eyes burned with fury as she watched this scene. Gripping her sword, she charged forward.
But what awaited her was yet another wave of black mist.
The terrifying mist enveloped her completely, mercilessly attacking every nerve in her body. The pain was a thousand, no, a million times worse than being flayed alive!
Just then, a figure suddenly appeared behind the shadowy demon.
"Die, you bastard."
Wu Chang'an’s face darkened as he spoke in a low voice. This was his life-saving talisman, a talisman of assassination.
The talisman transformed into a humanoid figure, its fist aimed directly at the back of the demon’s head.
"Boom!"
The shadowy demon merely chuckled nonchalantly, casually waving his hand to meet the talisman’s fist.
The talisman’s figure exploded instantly.
"Clever tricks, but before the Heavenly Dao, your petty schemes are useless," the demon sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Chang'an!"
"Tsk..."
At this moment, Su Yunyun, still engulfed in the black mist, endured the torment and bit the tip of her tongue. A stream of hot, crimson blood shot out like an arrow, aimed directly at the shadowy demon.
This was her lifeblood, condensed with all her vitality and life force.
After unleashing this attack, she collapsed, on the brink of death.
"Ding!"
But the blood arrow was easily blocked by the demon’s hand, as if a raindrop had struck metal, producing a crisp sound. It failed to harm the demon in the slightest.
"Hah, ants will always be ants. You can never shake the heavens," the demon sneered.
The black mist, like crawling insects, began to devour Su Yunyun’s fortune while tearing apart her flesh and bones.
"Senior Sister! Senior Brother! Junior Brother!"
Bai Qiyu’s eyes turned bloodshot as he watched his fellow disciples suffer such excruciating torment. His mind went blank, but the cold laughter of the demon and the agonized screams of his comrades echoed in his ears.
His eyes grew redder, and his aura became increasingly violent.
A white light began to emanate from his fists, growing brighter and brighter until it became blinding in just a few breaths.
In an instant, he had unlocked his latent potential, entering a state of berserk fury!
Even as the black mist entangled him, his cloak billowed as he let out a furious roar and launched a devastating punch toward the shadowy demon.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
【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.)
