Chu Jingchen's face turned pale then green, his expression twisting in struggle for a long while before he ultimately yielded to Gu Qingfeng's domineering pressure, reluctantly kneeling and offering an apology.
"Elder... Gu, I was wrong."
Gu Qingfeng stepped forward and patted Chu Jingchen's lowered head. "To recognize one's faults and correct them is a virtue. This elder forgives you—just be more careful next time."
As he spoke, he picked up the tattered green hat from the ground and placed it back on Chu Jingchen's head.
"Alright, Old Wei, I won’t disturb your disciple’s education any longer. Lately, that little girl Ling Fei’er has been pestering me to teach her cultivation techniques. The agreed-upon time has already passed. You all carry on—I’ll go guide her training now."
With that, Gu Qingfeng departed with effortless grace.
......
Time flowed like rushing water, and in the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
During this month, the Sword Sect busily prepared for war, while Gu Qingfeng focused on his cultivation, occasionally taking time to return to the Palm World to visit Shang Xinyan and "educate" his slaves.
He had been in the Cangming Realm for less than a year, yet in this short span, his strength had already reached a level where he stood unrivaled among Heaven-Realm cultivators—a pace that could hardly be called slow.
On the path of cultivation, steadiness came first. Laying a solid foundation was paramount, so Gu Qingfeng did not recklessly chase progress. Instead, he advanced steadily, savoring life, balancing exertion with ease.
As for the looming threats from the various sects? Frankly, he felt not a shred of urgency.
A large part of his confidence stemmed from the Heaven-Sent Formation. With this formation in hand, escaping would be child’s play.
The rest came from the Demon Emperor’s Sword. If the Sword Sect truly faced annihilation, whether the sword was demonic or not, he would undoubtedly wield it in battle. Once he held that sword, what did the other sects even matter?
Thus, Gu Qingfeng remained utterly unshaken.
On this day, however, the Sword Sect’s celestial mountain, suspended high in the sky, was suddenly visited by unwelcome guests.
BOOM!
A deafening thunderclap resounded, and the heavens darkened in an instant as clouds churned violently.
From the depths of the roiling sea of clouds, the roar of a dragon echoed.
Then, the dragon’s cry grew louder, and a massive shadow emerged from the clouds, charging straight toward the Sword Sect’s celestial mountain.
The sky above the sect blackened in an instant.
Countless disciples sensed the anomaly and looked up, their faces paling in shock.
"Dragons! Nine flood dragons!"
"Look! Those nine dragons are pulling a golden ancient chariot!"
"Nine dragons drawing a chariot—isn’t that the signature mount of the Netherworld Sect’s leader, King Yan, Wang Yan?!"
Nine blood-red flood dragons spanned the heavens, their bodies like forged iron, crimson scales gleaming with terrifying power as they hauled an enormous golden war chariot through the clouds. The sight was majestic, as if ripped from the pages of history itself.
The nine dragons halted above the Sword Sect, gazing down upon the mortals below, their oppressive might enveloping the entire sect.
Just as the Sword Sect’s disciples stood frozen in shock, another disturbance arose within the clouds.
Though it was daytime, the clouds suddenly parted, and a radiant full moon rose into the sky, casting its glow alongside the sun.
Yet this moon seemed alive—slowly drifting toward the Sword Sect.
"What’s happening?! The moon is moving!"
"Is it going to crash into the sect?!"
"Wait—that’s not the moon! It’s a ship! I remember now—that’s the Moonlight Battleship of the Peerless Pavilion’s master, Duan Changsheng!"
As the "moon" drew closer, the crowd realized it was actually a warship bathed in silvery moonlight, its hull engraved with intricate Daoist runes—both breathtaking and enigmatic.
The appearance of the Moonlight Battleship seemed to signal the arrival of other forces.
A colossal divine sword split the sky, its blade embedded with countless shimmering stars, their brilliance so dazzling it forced onlookers to avert their eyes.
It was the Heavenly Sword Mountain’s leader, Jian Xinghe!
Thunder roared as arcs of lightning crackled across the sky, resembling the cries of ten thousand birds. From afar, a pool of thunder surged forward.
The master of the Thunderbolt Isle, Lei Wanjun!
The horizon was further illuminated by countless streaks of light—powerful cultivators riding their artifacts as they descended upon the scene.
In mere moments, the Sword Sect’s celestial mountain was surrounded. Yet none of the invaders dared act rashly, for the sect’s protective barrier held them at bay.
The disciples stared at the overwhelming sea of enemies, their hearts trembling with fear.
Though the Sword Sect was formidable—capable of standing against any single force in the Verdant Wood Domain—this was different. Nearly every major power in the domain had gathered here. For one sect to oppose an entire domain? Only the Sword Sect at its peak could achieve such a feat.
A month prior, Dugu Wei had already warned his disciples about the alliance of sects preparing to attack.
At the time, the disciples had been furious, swearing to resist to the death.
But now, faced with the reality of battle, many of the younger disciples felt their legs weaken, their resolve wavering.
Some even thought: Why should we risk our lives for the crimes of the Emperor’s heir? Even if he becomes an Emperor one day, what does that matter to us? It’s not like we’ll become Emperors ourselves. Wouldn’t it be better to just hand him over and end this?
As fear gnawed at their hearts, a thunderous voice boomed across the sky, shaking their very souls.
Wang Yan, leader of the Netherworld Sect, declared with imperious authority:
"Sword Sect, hear this! Your disciple Gu Qingfeng is a vile criminal who has incurred the wrath of all. Hand him over now, or we will raze your sect to the ground!"
"RAZE THE SWORD SECT!"
"RAZE THE SWORD SECT!"
A deafening chorus of voices erupted like a tidal wave, crashing against the sect’s barriers.
The disciples paled further, their fear swelling. More and more began to consider surrender—better to sacrifice Gu Qingfeng than face annihilation.
Fear was the natural reaction when outnumbered and outmatched.
Yet among them were also those whose blood burned with defiance, their eyes alight with unyielding resolve.
They knew Gu Qingfeng represented the Sword Sect’s hope for resurgence. To yield today would not only crush that hope but also brand the sect as cowards, forever scorned by the world.
Then—
A terrifying aura erupted from the depths of the Sword Sect, a force so immense it seemed capable of splitting the heavens.
Like an unstoppable divine sword, it pierced the sky, tearing through the oppressive pressure imposed by the invading forces.
Wang Yan, Duan Changsheng, Jian Xinghe, and the others tensed, their expressions darkening.
"The Sword God... Dugu Wei!"
Wang Yan’s voice was laced with caution as he fixed his gaze on the figure soaring into the sky.
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.”
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?!
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.)
