In other words, if the system had previously upgraded him by twelve levels, making him a Golden Immortal, then adding fifty more levels…
Late-stage Golden Immortal, First Transformation Profound Immortal, Second Transformation Profound Immortal…
Early-stage Reincarnation Immortal Mirror, Mid-stage Reincarnation Immortal Mirror, Late-stage Reincarnation Immortal Mirror, Perfection of the Reincarnation Immortal Realm…
Early-stage True Essence Immortal Realm, Mid-stage True Essence Immortal Realm, Late-stage True Essence Immortal Realm, Perfection of the True Essence Immortal Realm…
Early-stage Star Immortal Realm, Mid-stage Star Immortal Realm, Late-stage Star Immortal Realm, Perfection of the Star Immortal Realm…
*Hiss.*
Yi Feng realized he couldn’t calculate it at all.
Even if he went all the way to the Perfection of the Star Immortal Realm, it would only add up to a little over twenty levels, far from the fifty levels he needed.
As for the realms beyond that, he had no idea.
But he understood in his heart that if he pushed beyond the Perfection of the Star Immortal Realm by another twenty or so levels, even if he wasn’t invincible in the Immortal Realm, he could still walk around without fear.
*Ding! System upgraded. System store has added new exchangeable items.*
Hearing the system’s voice again, Yi Feng clicked to take a look.
“Oh ho?”
“100,000 Luck Points can exchange for one level of cultivation?”
Yi Feng’s eyes widened. Was it really that expensive?
Just as he was thinking this, the system’s voice rang out again, one after another.
*Ding!*
“Congratulations, Host. Received 5,000 Luck Points from Disciple No. 4…”
“Congratulations, Host. Received 5,000 Luck Points from Disciple No. 7…”
“Congratulations, Host. Received 5,000 Luck Points from Disciple No. 55…”
“Congratulations, Host. Received 5,000 Luck Points from Disciple No. 59…”
……
The notifications kept coming.
It practically numbed Yi Feng’s brain.
When the notifications finally stopped, Yi Feng was shocked to find that his Luck Points had skyrocketed to over 500,000.
These disciples of his were really something!
Yi Feng’s face lit up with joy.
It seemed that his decision to elevate those disciples to Earth Immortal status back then had been a wise move indeed!
But before he could catch his breath, another wave hit.
*Ding! Congratulations, Host. Received 50,000 Immortal Realm Luck Points!*
“Oh?”
“Luck Points from the Immortal Realm too?”
Yi Feng’s eyes widened even further.
He hadn’t expected the Immortal Realm to give him Luck Points just like the Immortal River Continent.
Although Yi Feng was completely baffled as to why the system had suddenly upgraded him by fifty levels and then flooded him with so many Luck Points all at once, he decided not to overthink it.
Without hesitation, Yi Feng made the exchange and upgraded himself by another ten levels.
Now, he was a big shot with sixty levels beyond Golden Immortal.
“I, Yi Feng, have risen.”
Yi Feng clenched his fists, brimming with confidence.
Without another word, he decided to follow the example of others and go into seclusion.
After all, he needed to properly test out the terrifying level of cultivation he now possessed.
But the moment he sat down, Yi Feng was dumbfounded.
Because he realized…
He didn’t have the immortal essence that every cultivator was supposed to have.
As for cultivation itself…
He had no idea how to do it, and the system hadn’t told him either.
Breathing in and absorbing energy?
He couldn’t even manage a single puff.
And while others at the Reincarnation Immortal level could cause earth-shattering phenomena, he couldn’t produce even the slightest ripple.
This left Yi Feng utterly frustrated.
What made it even worse was that while others could spend years in seclusion, he got hungry after just one afternoon.
It seemed he still couldn’t go without food.
Thinking this, he immediately left seclusion, grabbed Gong Chen, teleported outside, and found a small restaurant to sit down in.
First, he wanted to compare himself to others.
Second, he wanted to vent his frustrations to Gong Chen.
Glancing at the respectful Gong Chen standing beside him, Yi Feng pondered for a moment before asking, “Old Gong, do you know what level of cultivation I’m at?”
“This… subordinate does not know,” Gong Chen replied respectfully.
“Sigh.”
“To be honest, I don’t even know what level I’m at either,” Yi Feng said, rubbing his forehead with a worried expression.
Gong Chen was shocked.
The master’s cultivation…
Had it reached a level so high that even he himself couldn’t comprehend it?
In other words, had he broken through the barriers of the Immortal Realm and reached a realm no one had ever explored before?
【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.)
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
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.
