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—!!!"
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
