【Absorbing the soul of a Spirit Transformation realm cultivator—host’s artifact attributes increased by 40%.】
"Hehehe, not bad. A fresh, powerful soul." Ye Chuan smirked as he observed the distorted expression of the Ice Sect Master trapped within his Soul Banner.
"Hehehe..."
The crowd stood in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief as they stared at Ye Chuan. They had expected a fierce battle between two Spirit Transformation realm experts—one that might have reduced the royal capital of the Western Luo Kingdom to rubble.
But…
The Ice Profound Palace’s sect master had just… died?
If not for the sight of Bing Aotian’s soul now serving as a primary spirit within Ye Chuan’s banner, none of them would have believed such an absurd outcome.
Yet now, from the king down to the lowest minister, no one dared approach. The eerie "hehehe" laughter, coupled with Ye Chuan’s strange yellow robes, sent chills down their spines.
A demonic cultivator—this was a demonic cultivator!
"Immortal Master!" Finally, Ademi took a deep breath and stepped forward, dropping to her knees before Ye Chuan. "Thank you for intervening once again!"
She then kowtowed repeatedly, her forehead striking the floor with audible thuds.
Seeing this, the other ministers scrambled to follow suit, kowtowing frantically. Survival was paramount—if this terrifying demonic cultivator was pleased, perhaps their lives would be spared.
"Hm?" Ye Chuan had been absorbed in savoring his newfound power, but the sight of the ministers, the princess, and even the king prostrating themselves gave him pause.
"Enough. I have little interest in the lives of mortals," he waved dismissively. "Besides, that… what’s-her-name… Ademi has some connection to me."
The ministers exhaled in relief, immediately launching into a torrent of flattery.
"Peerless among men!"
"The greatest of demonic cultivators!"
Every possible compliment was hurled at Ye Chuan.
Uninterested, Ye Chuan simply plopped onto the throne, crossing his legs lazily. Propping his chin on one hand, his gaze swept over the crowd before settling on Ademi.
"Come. Give me a shoulder rub."
Cang Wu’s lips parted as if to protest, but in the end, he could only watch silently as Ademi hurried over and began massaging Ye Chuan’s shoulders.
A useless bodyguard.
"Immortal Master, does this feel alright?" Ademi’s voice was soft, carrying an innate allure—her Heavenly Profound Yin Body made even her simplest words intoxicating.
"My payment. Spirit stones and spirit crystals—hand them over," Ye Chuan demanded.
"O-of course! Though… our treasury may not have much that would interest you," Ademi admitted awkwardly.
While the Western Luo Kingdom was wealthy by mortal standards, its treasures—gold, jewels, and the like—held no value for cultivators. Many even scorned such trinkets.
"Just bring them. It’s part of our deal," Ye Chuan said.
"Right away!"
The king immediately ordered guards to fetch the treasures, presenting Ye Chuan with an inventory scroll.
The ministers, meanwhile, couldn’t help but feel they’d traded one predator—Bing Aotian—for another.
"Hmm…" Ye Chuan skimmed the list. "Pathetic. Barely any spirit stones."
The remark drew uneasy silence—most of their spirit stone reserves had already been drained by the Nascent Soul realm experts they’d employed.
"Immortal Master, if you’re willing… my body could—" Ademi’s voice grew quieter, her cheeks flushing.
Ye Chuan glanced at her. "You’d be fine with that?"
Ademi bit her lip. "If you drive away the remaining Ice Profound Palace disciples… I would serve you."
"Your Highness?!" Cang Wu blurted out in shock.
"Drive them out?" For Ye Chuan, it was a trivial task. As for Ademi’s Heavenly Profound Yin Body…
His gaze flicked between her and Cang Wu. The bodyguard’s unwavering loyalty, the way he’d risked his life for her—clearly, there was something between them.
"Annoying." Ye Chuan yawned, then turned to Cang Wu. "What? A mere guard dares object?"
Cang Wu stiffened, quickly bowing his head. "I wouldn’t dare, Immortal Master."
Ye Chuan’s hand slid to Ademi’s waist. The princess tensed but said nothing.
"Relax. I’m not interested." Ye Chuan released her with a smirk. His cultivation speed didn’t require any "Yin Body" assistance.
Besides, he’d been drained enough already.
"Just pick out some jewelry and robes for me."
His unexpectedly modest demand left everyone stunned. After a beat, they erupted in gratitude.
"Immortal Master’s mercy is boundless!"
Ye Chuan raised a hand, and shadows coalesced around him. The monstrous figures that materialized in the hall sent a ripple of fear through the crowd.
"Go."
At his command, the shadowy avatars vanished in blurs.
Now at the Spirit Transformation realm, Ye Chuan’s avatars shared his power. Though they couldn’t wield complex techniques, their sheer stats and magic resistance made slaughtering those "ants"—mere Foundation and Crystal Core realm cultivators—laughably easy.
"Della, remember to harvest for me." Ye Chuan tossed his Soul Banner to the armored knight beside him.
Della, the Endbringer Knight, responded with a metallic creak, tilting her helmeted head. The violet flames within her visor burned brighter.
"Collect souls," Ye Chuan clarified when she didn’t react.
Della nodded, gripping her warhammer in one hand and the banner in the other, then marched off to automate Ye Chuan’s "soul farming."
Against the avatars, the Ice Profound Palace’s disciples stood no chance. Like elephants trampling ants, the battle ended in breaths.
Perched high above, Della swung the banner vigorously, sucking in one soul after another.
"Time to visit the Ice Profound Palace." After packing the kingdom’s "payment" and declining the king’s banquet invitation, Ye Chuan prepared to leave.
With their sect master dead, the palace’s resources were ripe for the taking. Why let others waste them when he could claim everything?
"Immortal Master!" Ademi called out just as he was about to teleport away.
Ye Chuan paused, glancing back.
Ademi clutched her skirt nervously. "You’ve helped me so much… I don’t know how to repay you."
She hesitated, then whispered, "Am I… not attractive enough?"
Ye Chuan chuckled, pinching her cheek before giving her "schoolbag" a playful squeeze. "You’re plenty attractive."
"But I prefer strong women."
With that, he vanished, leaving Ademi blushing and lost in thought.
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?!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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!
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.”
