A moment ago—
A figure slowly walked into the Scripture Pavilion, dressed in Daoist robes, with white hair and a youthful face—it was Elder Ziyun.
"Ziyun, what brings you here today?" The elder overseeing the Scripture Pavilion lazily glanced at him. "What ill wind blows you in?"
"This year, Flying Sword Peak has recruited quite a few promising disciples. I need a batch of cultivation techniques." Elder Ziyun's gaze swept across the surroundings, lingering on the shelves filled with manuals.
"In that case, go ahead and pick them yourself." The elder paused, seemingly recalling something about Ye Chuan. "One of your disciples just came by earlier. I heard he’s at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm?"
"Indeed, a promising seedling. Just one step away from the Crystal Formation realm, so I gave him a ninth-grade Crystal Formation Pill," Ziyun replied.
Hearing it was only a ninth-grade pill, the Scripture Pavilion elder let out a meaningful "Oh," as if he understood something. "Such a talented disciple, yet you only gave him a ninth-grade Crystal Formation Pill? Seems it’s all for Ning'er’s sake."
"Heh, Huang Haotian’s future achievements naturally cannot surpass Ning'er’s. Besides, I can’t let other peaks take him either." Ziyun stroked his beard.
With that, Ziyun dispelled the soundproofing barrier and turned toward the staircase.
"What an old fox. He gets his hands on a talented disciple but refuses to nurture him properly, yet won’t let other peaks have him either." The Scripture Pavilion elder sighed lazily, though it had nothing to do with him.
After all, he and Ziyun were cut from the same cloth. If this was Ziyun’s decision, he wouldn’t interfere.
When Ziyun reached the second floor to select some techniques, he let out a puzzled sound.
To his surprise, the shelves were empty—completely barren, as if nothing had ever been there.
What? Where are the techniques?
Were they moved somewhere else?
"Could they be on the third floor?" Frowning, Ziyun didn’t bother going back to ask the elder and instead continued upward.
Third floor.
Still empty…
Not a single scrap remained, as if someone had looted the place.
Ziyun didn’t even spot Ye Chuan.
"Where’s Huang Haotian? Did that kid have something to do with this?" Ziyun doubted it. Why would Ye Chuan take all the manuals from the Scripture Pavilion? Besides, these shelves had restrictions—you couldn’t just take whatever you wanted.
Even if he could, with just Foundation Establishment cultivation, how could he possibly leave the Qingyun Sect?
Ziyun released his divine sense, but still found nothing.
Was he not here?
But he couldn’t have gone to the west tower—it was inaccessible.
Just then, Ziyun suddenly sensed an overwhelming aura emanating from above. A deafening rumble of thunder echoed, and the sky outside the window darkened in an instant.
"This?!!"
Outside the Scripture Pavilion, the once-clear sky turned pitch-black in the blink of an eye, replaced by layers of dark, roiling clouds. Bolts of lightning flickered within, exuding a murderous aura!
The surrounding spiritual energy began to churn violently. Winds howled, and the air itself seemed to tremble!
"What’s happening?! Why did the sky suddenly darken?!"
"Th-this aura… is it a Tribulation Transcendence expert?!"
"Such a celestial phenomenon—why is it appearing over our Flying Sword Peak?!"
"Could it be the emergence of a heavenly treasure? Isn’t that the direction of the Scripture Pavilion?"
Disciples of Flying Sword Peak looked up in shock, some already sensing something amiss and quickly retreating.
"BOOM!" A deep thunderclap roared, as if a dragon of lightning writhed within the clouds!
By now, numerous elders had taken to the skies, staring in disbelief.
"Why is the tribulation cloud only over Flying Sword Peak?" Feeling the oppressive might of the heavens, Ziyun frowned.
He had witnessed the celestial phenomena of a Tribulation Transcendence breakthrough before—this tribulation’s aura was far weaker.
"This isn’t a senior breaking through to the Tribulation Transcendence realm," Ziyun muttered.
"Ziyun, we must inform the sect leader immediately!"
"The sect leader isn’t here. Even if he rushed back, it’d be too late."
At that moment, the tribulation clouds finally moved. With another earth-shaking boom, a golden bolt of lightning descended like a divine sword—straight toward the Scripture Pavilion!
"Not good! Protect the Scripture Pavilion!" Several elders acted at once, summoning their magical treasures and artifacts to block the heavenly lightning!
The moment the lightning clashed with the defenses, a violent explosion erupted. The residual shockwaves sent nearby disciples flying!
"BOOOOM!"
The dark clouds, provoked by the resistance, grew even more furious!
The lightning within flickered with increasing intensity, its power escalating.
"Damn it, the heavenly lightning is getting stronger! Have the disciples join the defense!" Ziyun commanded gravely.
Though they didn’t know why this tribulation had appeared, protecting the Scripture Pavilion was paramount!
"All disciples, heed my order! Assist in repelling the heavenly lightning!"
Hearing the elder’s command, the observing disciples hesitated—but despite their fear, they summoned their artifacts and joined the effort!
At the same time, a second bolt of lightning, even more terrifying than the first, came crashing down!
"BOOM!" The energy surged forth, colliding with the combined defenses of the elders and disciples.
With their combined might, they barely managed to hold back the second strike.
Inside the Scripture Pavilion, sixth floor.
"The Qingyun Sect folks are pretty nice, blocking the heavenly lightning for me." Ye Chuan leaned against a bookshelf, watching the spectacle outside with amusement.
Though it looked terrifying, he wasn’t particularly fazed.
Even if he got struck, his Indestructible Chaos Body might just shrug it off.
And even if it didn’t, he wouldn’t actually die.
Still, this heavenly lightning was far stronger than the tribulation he faced at the Golden Core realm. If it were his high-voltage electric tower back home, it’d probably be toast.
This was supposed to be a Crystal Formation realm tribulation, yet even Nascent Soul elders—two major realms above—had to exert their full strength, combined with thousands of disciples, just to barely withstand the second strike.
"Defending the Scripture Pavilion, huh? Sounds fun." Ye Chuan stroked his chin.
Hmm, why not spice things up?
A brilliant idea struck him. He raised a middle finger toward the window and taunted,
"Pathetic. Such weak-ass lightning, what kind of trash is this?"
"Oi, hit me right here, you little cupcake."
……
"BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!" The clouds churned like spilled ink, the heavens darkening as an overwhelming pressure descended.
The golden lightning shifted, first turning crimson, then deep violet!
"P-Purple Heaven Judgment Lightning?!" Ziyun and the other elders were dumbfounded.
What the hell was going on?!
They couldn’t hold this back.
What in the Scripture Pavilion could possibly warrant this?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
