“Fall!”
“Disciple token.”
Su Yu'er directly tossed the token to the waiting Bai Mei.
Looking at the Yunjie Sect disciple token, Bai Mei was filled with disbelief.
She couldn’t believe it—Su Yu'er had actually agreed just like that.
“Thank you, Miss Su. You’ve saved me from a dire situation. Bai Mei has no way to repay you, but I will serve your elder brother faithfully.”
Bai Mei bowed her head sincerely.
Even though she still had to serve someone, it was far better than falling into Wen Chengyu’s hands and suffering a fate worse than death.
“Remember to listen well to my brother, Skull. This is a great opportunity for you!”
Su Yu'er earnestly instructed.
Bai Mei nodded, though with a bitter smile.
While she was grateful to Su Yu'er for temporarily escaping Wen Chengyu’s clutches, the situation had improved somewhat, but she still had to give herself up to serve another.
So how could this be called an opportunity?
She didn’t dare to hope for any real opportunity. All she could wish for was that the “Brother Skull” Su Yu'er spoke of would be a relatively decent person.
After dressing Bai Mei up meticulously, the two of them headed toward the Demon Gathering Plains.
Soon, they arrived at the boundary of the black mist.
The edge.
A small river flowed gently.
Within it were multiple forbidden arrays, preventing the black mist from spreading further.
Without a second thought, Su Yu'er leaped across.
“Ah!”
Behind her, Bai Mei covered her red lips, letting out a gasp of surprise.
“What are you ‘ah’-ing about?”
Su Yu'er turned slightly and asked.
“M-Miss Su, you just crossed over like that?” Bai Mei asked, her face filled with disbelief.
“Heh, it’s just a river. Once you’re over, you’re over. No need to make such a fuss.” Su Yu'er, recalling Yi Feng’s actions, couldn’t help but wave her hand dismissively, speaking as if it were nothing.
“???”
“It’s just a river?”
Bai Mei’s red lips parted in shock.
Listen to this.
Was this even something a normal person would say?
“It’s no big deal. Hurry up and come over!”
Su Yu'er said lightly.
Bai Mei clenched her teeth.
Since things had already come to this, Bai Mei decided she might as well go all the way.
Besides, Su Yu'er had no reason to harm her.
With a light leap, Bai Mei crossed the river as well.
Beyond the river was an endless expanse of black mist, so thick that one couldn’t see their own hand in front of their face.
“M-Miss Su, can you see anything?” Bai Mei couldn’t help but ask.
“Yeah, it’s a bit dark out.”
Su Yu'er glanced at the sky, then reached into her hand and pulled out a torch, lighting it up with a whoosh.
Instantly, as the flames rose, the surrounding black mist was driven away.
Bai Mei once again covered her red lips in shock.
“Miss Su, what kind of divine artifact is this? It can actually disperse the black mist?”
Bai Mei asked in amazement.
“A torch!”
Su Yu'er’s lips curled slightly, unnoticed, as she stood with her hands behind her back, speaking nonchalantly.
“A torch?”
“What an incredible thing.”
Bai Mei couldn’t help but praise.
“It’s nothing special. Let’s go.”
Su Yu'er smirked and walked ahead with her head held high.
Behind her, Bai Mei followed cautiously, occasionally glancing around in vigilance, and at other times looking at Su Yu'er with admiration.
Seeing this, Su Yu'er puffed out her chest even more.
Was this the demeanor of a master?
It felt great!
Especially when she thought of the countless sect disciples waiting in the Demon Gathering Plains to hunt demonic creatures, it made her, the “mastermind,” feel amused.
The feeling of strategizing and manipulating the world in the palm of her hand was truly wonderful.
Though, she had only killed one.
But at least she was one of the participants!!!
After passing through the black mist, the two entered Dark Shadow Island.
The moment they set foot on the island, an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy washed over Bai Mei.
Bai Mei swore she had never felt such dense spiritual energy in her life. Just by taking a few deep breaths, she felt her strength improve significantly.
She never expected that beyond the black mist, there could be such a paradise.
“Kid, hurry up! If you don’t finish carrying these thirty loads of manure today, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Nearby, Lu DaSheng, holding a long whip, stood with his hands on his hips, berating a young man.
Bai Mei instinctively looked over and nearly froze in shock.
The disheveled young man carrying a pair of manure buckets, being driven by the whip, was someone she recognized.
It was Zhao Gu.
One of the direct disciples of the Dao Sect.
Though her status wasn’t particularly high, she was still an inner disciple of the Yunjie Sect, so she was familiar with some notable figures, especially since there were often grand occasions between sects.
Why was Zhao Gu here?
Her mind was in turmoil.
Wasn’t Zhao Gu supposed to be missing? The Dao Sect had been searching for him extensively. How did he end up here carrying manure?
She couldn’t believe it.
Zhao Gu, as a direct disciple of the Dao Sect, was undoubtedly one of the most talented and powerful among the younger generation. How could such a proud individual be reduced to carrying manure here?
] [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!"
【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.)
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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.”
