It is clear.
These are indeed the representatives from the Heavenly Tyrant Sect.
At the forefront is an elder from the Heavenly Tyrant Sect, named Fan Chong.
After disembarking from the flying vessel, he wears a solemn expression, his attire impeccably neat.
The Ancestral Patriarch, though still within the underground palace of the Sacred Mountain, personally transmitted a voice message to him, instructing him to bring seventy percent of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect's harvest over the past decade to the Hundred Refinements Sect. Additionally, he conveyed several other serious matters.
From the Ancestral Patriarch's gravity, Fan Chong understood the significance of this journey.
Thus, he dared not show the slightest negligence. Even before setting out, he performed ablutions and burned incense, to signify the solemnity of the occasion.
"Elder Fan."
Sun Zimei hurried to greet him.
The arrival of the upper sect's representatives was an unusual occurrence.
This surprised and shocked him.
Those from other sects who had yet to leave also paid their respects in unison.
However, compared to Sun Zimei, they harbored less surprise and more anticipation.
"Elder Sun."
Upon seeing the numerous elders bowing to greet him, Fan Chong paused briefly, but ignored the others, only nodding slightly to the elders of the Hundred Refinements Sect.
"May I ask, Elder Fan, what brings you to our humble sect today?" Sun Zimei inquired, feeling flattered.
"I come to deliver something."
"At the command of the Ancestral Patriarch, I have brought seventy percent of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect's harvest over the past decade."
As he spoke, Fan Chong, like the other elders, directly produced several storage rings.
Each ring was filled with various treasures.
"Ah... this..."
"Seventy percent?"
Sun Zimei was dumbfounded once more.
First the thirty sects, then the fifty sects, and now even the upper sect is sending gifts?
What on earth is going on?
"Why?"
Sun Zimei blurted out the question.
"Because of the Ancestral Patriarch's orders," Fan Chong replied respectfully.
Sun Zimei was on the verge of rolling his eyes.
Wasn't that just a matter-of-fact statement?
"Elder Sun, you needn't be so concerned. We understand that such matters are not meant to be disclosed, so my visit is not aimed at probing or asking questions. It's merely a gesture of goodwill."
Fan Chong glanced at Sun Zimei, as if comprehending his thoughts, and softly explained.
???
Understand?
What do you understand?
I don't even understand...
Sun Zimei was utterly baffled—like a woman's veil of confusion!
"Farewell."
Before he could press further,
Fan Chong had already turned to leave.
Clearly,
Upon his arrival, the Ancestral Patriarch had solemnly instructed him.
Do not pry, do not ask a single question.
Deliver the goods and leave, without bragging about what the Heavenly Tyrant Sect had offered.
Sun Zimei rushed over to question him.
But Fan Chong seemed unwilling to discuss these matters further, leaving an apprehensive Sun Zimei with no choice but to respectfully see him off.
"We bid farewell to Elder."
Sun Zimei respectfully called out.
And due to the arrival of these dignitaries, many disciples were now watching, so Sun Zimei quickly waved to disperse them, ensuring they did not obstruct Elder Fan's path.
In an instant, the entire mountain gate cleared, no disciple daring to stand in the way.
However,
What Sun Zimei did not expect was that at that moment, a servant disciple carrying a small parcel approached the mountain gate from outside.
"Hmm."
"The Master has always been longing for peanuts. I bought them for him; he must be delighted!"
The young servant murmured to himself, paying no attention to anyone else.
"Huh?"
Suddenly spotting an obstructive servant, Sun Zimei's expression darkened.
"The departure of Elder from the upper sect is imminent. All idle persons, make way."
Sun Zimei bellowed.
Yet, the servant seemed oblivious to his words, continuing his muttered thoughts as he approached the mountain gate.
"How dare you!"
Seeing this, Sun Zimei's expression turned furious; he soared into action...
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.
