Night.
Just as the clock struck twelve, the daily reset refreshed, and the number of adventures available was replenished.
"About time, right? I've been resting for a while now—time to head back to the Qingyun Sect and plunder some pill recipes."
Ye Chuan glanced at his phone. Though he felt there were still several worlds left unexplored, considering how easily he could exploit the Qingyun Sect's resources, he decided to head straight for the Tianxuan Continent.
Tianxuan Continent—activate!
A flash of white light.
...
When Ye Chuan opened his eyes again, he found himself inside a cave dwelling within the Qingyun Sect.
Hmm. The same familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling.
He looked down at himself—bandages wrapped around his body. After all, he was feigning illness, so the disguise was necessary.
Extending his spiritual sense, he confirmed nothing unusual had appeared in his dwelling.
"Seems like that old fox Ziyun isn’t as wary of me anymore." Ye Chuan pondered for a moment. Perhaps his seemingly reckless defense of the herb garden, coupled with the lack of any obvious flaws in his act, had earned him some trust.
Not a bad outcome. Now, the question was—where exactly were the pill recipes of the Divine Pill Peak stored?
He scanned the surroundings but didn’t spot Jiu'er. Though she was supposed to be his maid, she had her own life to attend to—as an ordinary outer sect disciple, she had to complete her assigned tasks on time.
"Guess I’ll go take a look outside."
Stepping out of the cave, he was greeted by a misty, ethereal landscape—truly an ideal place for cultivation. If not for the fact that Ye Chuan knew of Qian Shuang’s deadly feud with the Qingyun Sect, he might have considered staying here for a while to develop his skills.
"Junior Brother Huang, you’ve recovered from your injuries?"
As Ye Chuan emerged, a disciple flying past on a sword noticed him and called out.
Though Ye Chuan didn’t recognize the man, it seemed his "heroic" defense of his master had made him somewhat famous within the sect.
"Yeah, I’m fine." Ye Chuan nodded, clasping his fists in a show of courtesy. "Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother."
"Oh, right—Elder Ziyun mentioned that you should report to him once you’ve recovered. Have you gone yet?"
"Ah…" Ye Chuan suddenly remembered that detail. Even Zhao Wuji, the senior brother who delivered his medicine, had reminded him.
Well, might as well get it over with.
Summoning his flying sword, Ye Chuan soared into the air. However, he didn’t actually know where Elder Ziyun resided, so he asked for directions.
"He’s at the main hall of our Flying Sword Peak. You’ll recognize it when you see it," the disciple replied helpfully, pointing the way.
"Got it."
Ye Chuan flew toward the indicated direction and soon arrived before a grand hall.
"Which peak do you belong to? Unauthorized entry is prohibited here," a disciple guarding the entrance immediately challenged him.
"I’m Huang Haotian, a disciple under Elder Ziyun," Ye Chuan explained.
"Ah, so you’re the esteemed direct disciple Huang. Please, go ahead."
Seeing that the disciples now recognized him, Ye Chuan smirked and stepped inside. After announcing himself, however, he was informed that Elder Ziyun wasn’t present.
"Wasn’t Master Ziyun severely injured? Why isn’t he resting here?" Ye Chuan asked curiously.
The End Rider had struck hard—Ziyun had been coughing up blood nonstop back then.
If he could still move around freely, the beating clearly hadn’t been harsh enough.
"Today marks the return of the sect leader and the other elders who were away. Elder Ziyun went to Tianheng Peak to welcome them," the disciple explained. Though Ziyun was indeed injured, after taking healing pills, he wasn’t so debilitated that he couldn’t walk.
He just wasn’t fit for combat anymore and needed time to recuperate.
"So the sect leader’s back," Ye Chuan murmured. He recalled Jiu'er mentioning that the sect leader, along with several elders and inner disciples, had left some time ago for something called the Ten Great Sects Tournament.
"Yes. And due to the theft incident and the heavenly lightning phenomenon, they returned earlier than usual," the disciple added.
"Ah, what a shame I couldn’t protect the herb garden." Ye Chuan put on a pained expression, even clutching his chest.
"All those precious herbs—wasted!"
"No, Senior Brother Huang, don’t say that! The fact that you dared to face such a formidable enemy has already earned the admiration of all us junior brothers in the Flying Sword Peak," the disciple said earnestly, eyes filled with respect.
"Ah, I don’t deserve such praise."
"Since I was injured and don’t remember clearly—were all the herbs in the garden stolen?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Yes, every last one. Not even a single root remained… No one knows how it was done. Not only did they bypass the formations undetected to steal the herbs and techniques, but they even managed to injure the elders." The disciple shook his head.
"Rumor has it something strange has been happening in the herb garden recently."
"Something strange?"
"Right—just hearsay, but after the theft, no matter what new seeds are planted, they vanish without a trace!"
"And it happens right in front of the elders!" The disciple’s expression turned uneasy.
"It’s as if… an invisible hand is controlling everything."
Ye Chuan stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"Mm. That is unsettling."
After exchanging a few more words, Ye Chuan decided against asking about the pill recipes outright—it would seem too deliberate. Once he confirmed the location of Tianheng Peak, he mounted his flying sword and sped toward his destination.
...
Inside the meeting hall of Tianheng Peak, numerous elders were seated. At the center sat a man in his forties or fifties, clad in pristine blue-white robes exuding an immortal aura—Qin Tianya, the sect leader of the Qingyun Sect.
"Bypassing the formations undetected, injuring both you and Su Yun… and the two of you couldn’t even land a single blow on the intruder."
Qin Tianya’s brows furrowed. Logically, if a powerhouse of that level had approached the Qingyun Sect, the sect’s defensive arrays should have detected them immediately.
For someone to effortlessly overpower Ziyun and Su Yun, their cultivation must far surpass the Nascent Soul realm.
"Sect Leader, I request the use of the Heavenly Water Mirror," Ziyun spoke up.
The Heavenly Water Mirror was one of the Qingyun Sect’s most treasured artifacts, capable of rewinding time to reveal past events. However, only Qin Tianya himself could activate it.
"Each use of the Heavenly Water Mirror diminishes its power," Qin Tianya mused, visibly conflicted.
Even he wasn’t entirely sure how much energy the mirror had left. After the last great battle, its power had been nearly depleted.
But if the thief wasn’t found, the sect would remain in turmoil.
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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
