"Hmph, how dare such vile filth desecrate this sacred ground? Disciples of the Ice Profound Palace, form the formation!"
The elder watched as the soul-banner's chains lashed out like venomous serpents, yet his face showed no fear. His roar carried a biting chill, like shards of ice.
The surrounding elders and disciples moved in unison, their hand seals weaving rapidly as icy-blue spiritual energy surged like a tide. Within moments, a colossal ice lotus, hundreds of feet tall, materialized!
Layer upon layer of petals shimmered with an eerie cold, and at its core, visible ripples of spiritual power pulsed outward, shaking the nearby mountains with their oppressive force.
"Hum—"
The soul-banner's chains struck the ice lotus, only to recoil as if they had plunged into an abyss of glacial frost. The bone-chilling cold spread like wildfire along the chains, and in an instant, hundreds of obsidian links were encased in icy-blue crystals. Even the wails of the vengeful spirits at their tips were frozen mid-air, reduced to muffled echoes.
"Oh?"
Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. The Ice Profound Palace's formation was proving more troublesome than he had anticipated.
Cang Wu and Princess Ademi tensed, their hearts in their throats.
The immortal's methods had failed!
"Not bad, but not good enough."
Seeing his soul-banner rendered useless, Ye Chuan remained expressionless. With a light step, he appeared right before the ice lotus formation in the blink of an eye.
"Hum—"
The ice lotus erupted with a frigid blast, hurling a concentrated wave of spiritual energy at Ye Chuan—its power nearly rivaling that of a Nascent Soul cultivator!
"Suppress!"
The icy-blue energy engulfed Ye Chuan like a flood, freezing even the air in its wake.
"Trash will always be trash. If they had any brains, they wouldn’t have taken this path," the elder sneered, watching Ye Chuan get struck. "This is the fate of those who dare oppose the Ice Profound Palace—their souls sealed in eternal ice, never to reincarnate."
But his words soon died in his throat as a figure slowly emerged from the dissipating frost.
Ye Chuan hovered in the air, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips.
"Blah blah blah, what’s all this nonsense? This sorry excuse for an ice lotus can’t even scratch me."
"Th-this… how?!" The Ice Profound Palace elders and disciples gaped in disbelief.
Their shaken focus caused the ice lotus formation to waver, its translucent form flickering as if on the verge of collapse.
"You—you’re unaffected by the formation?!"
"Duh," Ye Chuan scoffed. "Seriously, is this the best you’ve got? One hit and you’re already spent? Maybe you should pop some blue pills or something."
"You—you insolent—!" The elder’s face flushed crimson with rage. "Full power, now!"
The ice lotus trembled as the disciples, incensed by Ye Chuan’s taunts, poured every last drop of their spiritual energy into it.
A terrifying aura condensed around the colossal lotus. The world seemed to darken for a moment before a glacial tsunami surged toward Ye Chuan!
"Tch."
Once again, Ye Chuan was swallowed by the icy-blue energy—but this time, his chaotic power devoured it whole.
[You have reached the peak of the Golden Core realm.]
Huh?
Ye Chuan hadn’t expected another breakthrough. Maybe taking an ice bath in their formation wasn’t so bad after all.
As the glacial torrent faded, the landscape behind him was now a frozen wasteland stretching for miles. Yet, Ye Chuan remained unharmed, floating calmly in place.
"H-how… impossible… no…" The elder’s spiritual energy was completely drained. Staring at Ye Chuan’s unscathed form, his eyes brimmed with disbelief.
The other disciples, too, were spent, unable to sustain the formation any longer.
"Crack… crack!" The ice lotus shattered like brittle glass, exploding into fragments.
"Ahh!"
The backlash sent the Ice Profound Palace disciples and elders tumbling to the ground.
In the distance, Cang Wu and Ademi were stunned. The immortal’s strength was beyond comprehension—he had single-handedly crushed an entire sect’s formation!
"Keh keh keh keh keh!" Ye Chuan whipped out his soul-banner again, cackling like a true villain. "Come, become nourishment for my Human Emperor Banner!"
Under his spiritual command, the banner’s chains shot forth, piercing the bodies of the Ice Profound Palace disciples one by one.
Their souls were sucked into the banner, their attributes stacking endlessly.
"Nice, nice. Almost time to break through to Nascent Soul."
Just as Ye Chuan was admiring his haul, a furious shout rang out from above.
"Stop!"
A massive ice-blue sword, dozens of feet long, materialized mid-air and slashed down at him!
"Hm?"
Ye Chuan didn’t even flinch. With a flick of his fingers, he chanted, "Azure Cloud Sword Art, go."
Dozens of spiritual swords soared upward, their blade light slicing the giant sword apart. It shattered into glimmering shards that drifted like snowflakes.
Looking up, Ye Chuan saw an enormous flying vessel descending slowly.
"Oh? This thing…" He’d seen something similar in the system’s exchange shop.
Sweet.
With this, could he just cruise around the skies?
As Ye Chuan eyed the flying ship, hundreds of figures stood atop it, glaring down at him.
"So you’re the demonic cultivator who dares oppose our Ice Profound Palace?" A portly man at the front—Bing San—glared at the fallen disciples and elders before bellowing, "Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!"
"Just dropping by for a visit. What, you thought I came to settle grudges?" Ye Chuan snapped his fingers, and the flying ship lurched violently.
"What the—?!"
"Eh?" Even Ye Chuan blinked in surprise. "Can’t stash this in my inventory?"
He’d planned to swipe the ship outright, but it seemed the system had other ideas.
"Whatever, let’s try again."
Before Bing San could react, the entire ship lurched—and all several hundred people aboard plummeted straight down!
"The flying ship?!"
Some disciples managed to stabilize mid-air, but the slower ones face-planted into the snow like falling arrows.
"Lord Bing San, the ship—it’s gone!"
Bing San’s hefty frame landed with a thud. He scowled at Ye Chuan.
"What did you do to our ship? Where is it?!"
"Oh, I just pocketed it." Ye Chuan checked his inventory.
[Item: Flying Ship
A spiritual vessel capable of flight.]
Perfect. With this, he could probably travel from the Western Divine Continent all the way to the Donghua Divine Continent.
"You—you stole it?!" Bing San’s voice turned murderous. "Where is it now?!"
Ye Chuan smirked. "In your mom’s stomach, maybe."
"You’re dead!"
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."
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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?!
