“Snap!”
Li Moce was struck speechless by this casually spoken sentence.
But in an instant, he shook his head vigorously in disbelief.
“No, impossible.”
“How could there be gods in this world?”
“And how could I, Li Moce, possibly encounter a god? Even if he is a god, why would he come to this tiny city of Pingjiang?”
God!
What is a god?
A god is an existence countless times more powerful than an immortal, controlling the laws of a region of heaven and earth. Even an Emperor, in the face of a god, is no different than an ant.
How could such an existence that transcends realms possibly lower themselves to a place like this?
“There is nothing impossible about this.”
From beneath the dark robes came an eerie voice, murmuring: “After all, I, as the master and servant, am also a god!”
“You’re full of it!”
Li Moce shouted furiously: “You think becoming a god is as easy as picking cabbage, that they're everywhere?”
“Hehehe...”
Li Moce was met with a sinister cackle in response. Beneath the slightly raised dark robes, the jaw of that skeletal head seemed to lift up mockingly.
Then, the sleeve of the dark robe waved.
“Boom!”
Accompanied by a deafening roar, a bolt of heavenly lightning descended upon Li Moce. At the same time, a torrential downpour suddenly started in the area around him.
“Crack!”
But in the next instant, the torrential rain abruptly ceased, and extreme cold spread through the sky, instantly freezing Li Moce into an ice sculpture.
“Whoosh!”
After a moment, the sky was shrouded in a sea of fireworks, instantly melting the frozen Li Moce into a charred mess.
“Huff!”
The flames had just extinguished when a wild gale enveloped Li Moce, twisting his body grotesquely in the intense storm.
“Ahhh...”
The intense pain caused Li Moce to let out a earth-shattering scream. In just a fleeting moment, Li Moce had undergone the baptism of wind, fire, lightning and water.
Under this baptism, Li Moce was left in ruins, with terror and disbelief in his eyes as he stared at the figure in black robes and stammered: “The laws of nature...the legendary laws of nature?”
“So, are you convinced now?”
“If not...”
The voice trailed off as the black-robed figure suddenly raised his palm again.
Li Moce’s eyes went wide in that instant, for he felt time quickly slipping by, experiencing countless seasons in a flash as his skin and body rapidly aged.
“Ahhh!”
A haunting scream erupted from Li Moce’s mouth, his eyes bloodshot. For the black-robed figure’s methods did not inflict physical pain, but psychological terror.
Imagine, seeing time pass before your very eyes as your body withers away - what kind of feeling would that be?
“This is the law of time. You really are a god?”
Li Moce stared wide-eyed, his whole body trembling violently.
He desperately wanted to live, but now he didn’t even have the heart to try to escape. His guts were twisted with regret.
He never imagined that he would be so blind as to try and steal from a god, to steal a god's fortune.
This really is like plucking the magistrate Yama’s whiskers - seeking death!
Yet at the same time, he was unwilling to accept this.
How unlucky did he have to be, to kick such a thick iron plate?
“Forget it, just die!”
The black-robed figure seemed to have lost interest in Li Moce. With a wave of his palm, Li Moce’s body exploded into nothingness without even leaving a bubble behind, vanishing into the void.
“Run, run, hurry and run!”
This scene was witnessed in its entirety by Lu DaSheng, hiding unseen nearby. Although he could not sense the fluctuation of laws around Li Moce, he could clearly feel Li Moce’s cultivation level.
A Martial King powerhouse.
Yet this black-robed figure had easily killed him. Could it be that the black-robed figure was at least a Martial Emperor, or even a Martial Saint?
Fearing that he would be implicated, Lu DaSheng no longer cared to watch the show. He turned and ran.
But as soon as he moved, he felt his body sink into a quagmire, unable to budge.
Then, a large hand appeared behind him and grabbed him over. Lu DaSheng was scared out of his wits, crying out: “Senior, I was wrong, I was just passing by!”
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.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
【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.)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
