The skeleton group left Dark Shadow Island and ventured into the black mist to complete the task assigned by Yi Feng.
"Three Celestial Crystals are only enough for a quick meal in the alley, but even a mosquito's leg is meat. Besides, this is a task given by our master," Gouzi said.
At this, he couldn't help but glance at Lu Benwei and asked, "Brother, do you resent the master? Do you think he's being stingy or taking advantage of you?"
Under his black robe, Lu Benwei's lips curled slightly.
His usual nonchalance was gone, replaced by an uncharacteristic solemnity.
"I'm willing to let him take advantage of me."
"In fact..."
Lu Benwei raised his head slightly, gazing at the sky as he murmured, "The way things are now, it's mostly because of me."
"So what does it matter if he takes advantage of me?"
"Even if he were to dismantle me in the truest sense, so what?"
Lu Benwei's voice was grave, his expression distant, as if recalling something from a long, long time ago.
Gouzi and the others looked at him with admiration.
It was rare to see Lu Benwei like this.
It was also hard to imagine what earth-shattering events had transpired between the master and Lu Benwei in the past.
Not long after, the group arrived at the first marked location on the map: the Floating Corpse Valley.
"This is it. Qing, you guys better get to work quickly!"
Lu Benwei directed Gouzi and the others.
After saying this, Lu Benwei lay down on the spot, while Gouzi and the others began their laborious task.
One by one, they took out their Storage Rings, collecting demon cores like farmers harvesting beans, storing them one after another into the rings.
Soon, the demon cores in the Floating Corpse Valley were all collected, and Lu Benwei led the group to the next location.
"The master was right. This job is really easy, not much work at all," Gouzi couldn't help but say.
Lu Benwei was also pleased.
Such an easy job for three Celestial Crystals was a great deal.
Meanwhile, as Lu Benwei and his group were collecting the demon cores of the Mondo Beasts, the sect members led by the Sky Wall Sect were busy burning the corpses of the two-headed water monsters.
Watching the flames roar and the demon cores reveal themselves, the elders couldn't contain their excitement.
To them, these demon cores represented a vast fortune.
"Everyone, judging by the intensity of the flames, it will likely take another half a day to finish burning. Why don't we head back to the previous three locations and collect the other demon cores first?"
One of the elders said with a smile.
Clearly, they were growing impatient with the prospect of such a massive fortune.
"Agreed, no problem."
"Yes, yes, by the time we finish collecting the cores from the other locations, the burning here should be done too."
"Then let's head back to the first location and gather the demon cores."
The others were equally enthusiastic, and their spirit boat rose into the air, heading straight for the Floating Corpse Valley.
Originally, their route would have taken them closer to the cremation site of the Molten Giant, but none of them were particularly knowledgeable about demonic creatures. No one knew if the burning would release any harmful gases, so to be safe, heading to the Floating Corpse Valley first was the best option.
The group eagerly made their way to the Floating Corpse Valley, some even holding their Storage Rings ready, their faces brimming with excitement.
But when they arrived, they were stunned.
The valley, once filled with countless demon cores, was now empty.
"How is this possible?"
"They were just here! How could they have disappeared?"
The elders' composure shattered.
The wealth they had thought was within their grasp had vanished, and their anger surged uncontrollably.
"Look, there are traces!"
"Human traces! Someone stole our demon cores!"
One sharp-eyed elder, using the faint light from the spirit boat to disperse the black mist, spotted the scene in the Floating Corpse Valley.
"What?"
"Humans?"
"Who dares to be so bold as to steal our demon cores?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
【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.)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
