"What are you laughing at, Su Yu'er?"
Guan Ling's face was ashen.
He was at a complete loss about what to do next.
With such a formidable figure at their doorstep, letting them in wasn’t an option, and pretending to be dead wasn’t feasible either. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, this girl had the audacity to laugh.
"I’m laughing at how nervous you all look," Su Yu'er replied.
"You—do you even realize what kind of power they possess? How could we not be nervous?" Guan Ling scolded. "These people, their origins unknown—if we handle this even slightly wrong, it could spell disaster, even the annihilation of our sect! And here you are, without a shred of fear or urgency. I must have spoiled you too much in the past."
Guan Ling was utterly exasperated.
"Giggle."
Su Yu'er covered her mouth, laughing even more boldly. "I really don’t get why you’re all so worked up. They’re just the guests I invited—my dear older brothers, who dote on me."
Guan Ling was about to reprimand her again when her words suddenly registered. He grabbed Su Yu'er’s arm and demanded, "W-what did you just say?"
"I said they’re my guests. Why would they ever destroy the Yunjie Sect?" Su Yu'er blinked innocently.
Her words made Guan Ling’s eyes bulge, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
"Yu'er, little Yu'er, are you saying, are you saying—"
Before he could finish, Su Yu'er nodded earnestly.
"Then, then what about the hundred buckets you mentioned…?"
Guan Ling muttered to himself, recalling the centipede’s hundred legs. Instantly, everything clicked.
After all, who in their right mind would need a hundred buckets just to wash their feet?
"Ahahaha!"
"Little Yu'er, all these years of my careful guidance haven’t gone to waste!" Guan Ling’s face scrunched up with glee. Overcome with excitement, he hugged Su Yu'er and planted a loud kiss on her tender cheek.
"Master, your breath stinks! And you’re being so improper for an elder!" Su Yu'er wiped her cheek in disgust, complaining loudly.
"Hehe, I’m just overjoyed! Out of everything I’ve done in my life, raising you is my proudest achievement!" Guan Ling rubbed his hands together, grinning from ear to ear.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined Su Yu'er would befriend such a powerhouse. This was truly a moment to hold his head high!
"Hmph, that’s not what you said earlier," Su Yu'er grumbled.
"Earlier? That was just a joke!" Guan Ling quickly defended himself, still beaming. "If you don’t believe me, ask your uncles and elders here—haven’t I always praised you for your potential?"
Su Yu'er tilted her head skeptically, glancing at the assembled elders.
Seeing her look, the elders immediately plastered on smiles and chorused, "Ah, yes, yes, yes!"
"Go on, ask them—haven’t I always said you’re a good girl?" Guan Ling pressed.
Su Yu'er tilted her head again.
The elders nodded in unison. "Ah, yes, yes, yes!"
"One last thing—ask them if we’re all proud of you," Guan Ling added.
Su Yu'er tilted her head once more.
The elders bobbed their heads like synchronized puppets. "Ah, yes, yes, yes!"
"That’s more like it."
Su Yu'er nodded in satisfaction, then pointed a finger. "Then why haven’t you invited my two brothers in yet?"
"Right away, right away!"
Guan Ling fawned eagerly.
This was no laughing matter—forming ties with such mighty figures was like a lifelong bachelor discovering every other man on earth had vanished, leaving him the last one standing!
Immediately, the Yunjie Sect flung open its gates. Led by Guan Ling, tens of thousands of disciples poured out in a grand procession to welcome Night Wind Centipede and the Spirit King into their halls.
"Little Yu'er, big brother said you sent a message saying you were being bullied. That’s why we rushed here. So, where are these bullies? Point them out, and we’ll take care of them," Night Wind Centipede said.
"Night Wind Brother, the ones who bullied me were the people you just chased away," Su Yu'er replied.
"Oh, that group just now?"
Night Wind Centipede’s eyes narrowed.
"Yep, them," Su Yu'er confirmed.
"Damn it, I let them go too easily. That won’t do," Night Wind Centipede muttered, visibly annoyed.
"Ah, Night Wind Brother, don’t blame yourself. Driving them off is enough," Su Yu'er reassured him.
"Not acceptable," Night Wind Centipede said sternly. "Before we left, big brother specifically told me to teach your bullies a proper lesson."
"But… but they’ve already run off," Su Yu'er pointed out.
"Then we’ll drag them back."
Night Wind Centipede’s expression hardened. One of his hundred legs suddenly pierced through the void.
Far away in the distance, Zhou Song was panting and sweating, his feet kicking up sparks as he fled through the air.
"Hmph, the Dao Realm, huh? Just you wait!"
"Our faction has Daoist backing too! I’ll remember this grudge today and repay it tenfold—no, a hundredfold!"
Zhou Song was mid-rant when the space before him tore open. A centipede leg shot out, yanking him straight into the void.
Thud.
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Song was dumped at the feet of Su Yu'er, Guan Ling, and the others.
At that moment, everyone except the blissfully oblivious Su Yu'er—Guan Ling included—stood frozen in shock.
Even Zhou Song, sprawled on the ground, took a second to process what had just happened.
What… what kind of power was this?
Zhou Song had been fleeing for ages!
And yet, he’d been retrieved in an instant?
【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!"
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.”
