Half an hour later, Ye Chuan finally left the place, satisfied after taking all the spirit stones from the entire Tianqian Sect.
"Elder, the sect leader... that Sect Leader Qin is terrifyingly powerful. In the blink of an eye, he took all the spirit stones and treasures from our vault," the elder said with a bitter expression.
He had never seen anything like this before.
Even a robbery wouldn’t have been this fast!
After sensing that Ye Chuan’s aura had completely vanished, Qiu Shuiyue slumped weakly into her chair to rest.
"Enough... this truly is divine retribution. From today onward, the sect’s spirit stone and pill allowances will be reduced to one-tenth of the original amount."
"What?!"
"What do you mean 'what'? This is all your fault!" Qiu Shuiyue snapped coldly.
"Y-yes, Sect Leader..." The elder was on the verge of tears. It seemed they would have to tighten their belts from now on.
"Qingyun Sect... once my master from the Holy Land returns, I won’t let you off so easily." Qiu Shuiyue’s eyes gleamed with icy resolve. This grudge would not go unavenged!
The Tianqian Sect was no pushover. The fact that Qiu Shuiyue had reached the Soul Transformation Realm at just three hundred years old was entirely due to her master’s backing from the Holy Land. However, since her master was currently in seclusion, she would not reveal her connection unless it was a matter of life and death, lest she bring trouble to those behind her.
"Qingyun Sect... Qin Tianya!"
"Just you wait!!"
......
"Crab fishing~ I love crab fishing~" Ye Chuan hummed cheerfully as he strolled through the clouds, his mood excellent after plundering an entire sect. His haul had been substantial.
"Though next time, maybe I should disguise myself better?" Ye Chuan mused, feeling his impersonation hadn’t been flawless.
Fortunately, he still remembered Qin Tianya’s appearance. A proper disguise would be more fitting next time.
"Hum~ hum~" Ye Chuan’s figure flickered as he teleported through space.
The capital of the Western Luo Kingdom wasn’t too far away. When he was close enough, he chose not to teleport the rest of the distance, instead enjoying the sensation of flying through the sky.
Back home, flying was risky—accidentally colliding with an airplane or something could hurt people.
But here? If he hit something, so be it.
Try complaining to my Soul Transformation physique.
Soon, Ye Chuan spotted a sprawling city below. Judging by its layout, this had to be the capital of the Western Luo Kingdom.
Though not a major power, the kingdom’s capital was rather splendid, with walls made of mystic stone engraved with formations.
What surprised Ye Chuan, however, was that the formations were already broken, their spiritual energy leaking out uncontrollably. Worse, smoke rose from multiple spots within the city, and faint cries of distress echoed in the air.
"Oh?" Ye Chuan extended his divine sense and quickly detected the auras of Ademi and Cang Wu in the palace at the city’s center.
"Was this city attacked?"
"Doesn’t seem quite right."
Moments later, he spotted several soldiers at the city gates desperately fighting against a man dressed like a cultivator.
......
"Hold him back! Avenge our brothers!" The soldier was covered in blood, every wound crusted with ice crystals. Gritting his teeth, he gripped his weapon and struggled against the man before him.
"Mortal fools. You’ll never learn the consequences of defying us immortals," the man sneered, his voice soft yet venomous. He wore pristine white robes.
"Do you even know what crime your Western Luo Kingdom has committed?"
"Daring to collude with demonic cultivators to murder our sect’s disciples—and even our Holy Son!"
"Today, the Western Luo Kingdom will be erased from this continent!"
With a flick of his ice fan, the white-robed man summoned several freezing gusts of wind that swept toward the soldiers. In an instant, the men at the front turned into ice sculptures.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
The remaining soldiers tried to fight back, but their bodies were already freezing solid.
"I’ll freeze your bodies but leave your consciousness intact. Let your flesh slowly crumble under the frost of my ice spiritual energy. Hehe, I’m such a kind soul—I didn’t even kill you outright." The white-robed man chuckled, his smile cruel.
His gaze drifted and landed on a little girl cowering in a corner, injured from a fall.
"M-mommy... I’m scared." The girl tried to move but couldn’t stand due to the frozen wound on her knee.
"Oh? What a precious little thing. Perfect for freezing and adding to my collection." The man lifted her by the collar, delighting in the terror on her face.
"Come on, smile for me?"
As he spoke, cold energy seeped from his fingers.
"Buzz—"
A silent sword qi flashed.
The white-robed man froze—then realized his entire arm had been severed.
"AHHHHHHH!!!" His shrill scream pierced the air as he stumbled back.
A figure had already caught the girl in one arm.
"Who are you?!" the man snarled, both furious and fearful.
"Just a passing... invincible expert." Ye Chuan tilted his head, studying him. "Remember that."
"You—?!"
"Ice Profound Palace?" Ye Chuan’s eyes flicked to the man’s robes. "Huh."
"Since you recognize us, you must know what’s happening," the man spat. "I am Bing Ya, the Ice Profound Palace’s chief disciple!"
"And I’m Dragon Fang," Ye Chuan said dryly. "So the Ice Profound Palace is here... meaning you came for Ademi?"
"She conspired with demonic cultivators to murder our Holy Son! She deserves death!" Bing Ya hissed. Unable to gauge Ye Chuan’s strength, he focused on staunching the bleeding from his severed arm while plotting an escape.
Suddenly, Bing Ya lunged, his fan unleashing a barrage of icy blades.
"Ice Profound Art—Frozen Slash!"
Ye Chuan didn’t even dodge. A mere pulse of his aura shattered every blade midair.
"?!" Bing Ya’s face paled. Realizing Ye Chuan’s cultivation far surpassed his own, he turned and fled without hesitation.
As he ran, he dispersed a thick mist of ice to obscure his escape—a technique his sect prided itself on for evading pursuit.
In an instant, the streets were engulfed in a freezing haze, visibility reduced to nothing. Even divine sense couldn’t penetrate it.
"Think you can run after letting out an icy fart?" A voice spoke right behind him.
Bing Ya felt an invisible force crush down from all directions. His body twisted—
"BOOM!"
Blood mist mingled with the ice fog.
Ye Chuan had reduced Bing Ya to nothing but a mangled pulp with a single thought, leaving only his soul hovering in the air.
"Come here." Ye Chuan pulled out a soul banner.
"You—you’re that demonic cultivator?!" Bing Ya’s soul shrieked.
"Demonic cultivator? Watch your mouth." Ye Chuan’s brow twitched. "Punishment: ten Black Dragon souls will take turns beating you inside."
Chains shot from the banner, impaling Bing Ya’s soul and dragging it in.
"NO! NOOOOOO—!!!"
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
