"A human cultivator? How dare you trespass into the territory of our serpent-folk demon race!" The green-haired man narrowed his triangular eyes, hostility dripping from his tone as he toyed with a small green serpent in his hand. The snake's flickering tongue emitted a deadly poisonous aura.
"This area is under the jurisdiction of our serpent-folk demon race. All unauthorized intruders shall be executed without mercy!"
Ye Chuan frowned slightly. He had no time to waste on such trivialities. "I'm merely passing through. I have no intention of provoking your kind. Please step aside."
Qian Shuang was getting hungry, after all.
"Step aside?" The green-haired serpent-man sneered, while the two demon cultivators behind him bared their fangs in wicked grins. "Human cultivator, do you take us serpent-folk for pushovers? Trespass into our domain, and still you act so arrogantly? Today, you won’t be leaving alive!"
With a flick of his wrist, the small green serpent transformed into a streak of emerald light, shooting straight for Ye Chuan’s face—its maw spewing a cloud of black venom!
Ye Chuan smirked, sidestepping the toxic mist. His spirit sword flashed, unleashing a blade of energy that pierced the serpent in an instant.
The serpent let out a shrill shriek before dissipating into green smoke.
"You seek death!" Enraged, the green-haired man’s body twisted and expanded, morphing into a massive azure python over thirty feet long. Its gaping maw, reeking of foul bloodlust, lunged at Ye Chuan.
The two demon cultivators behind him struck simultaneously, their bone blades slashing out dark crescent slashes, converging with the python’s assault in a pincer attack.
"Insects." Ye Chuan’s expression remained indifferent. In a blur, he teleported behind one of the demon cultivators, his black longsword flashing. A single slash—and the demon was bisected.
Seeing his comrade instantly annihilated, the remaining demon cultivator paled and turned to flee. But Ye Chuan teleported again, his sword piercing through the demon’s back, ending him just as swiftly.
"Spirit Transformation realm?!"
The colossal python’s eyes flickered with fear at the sight of its subordinates being slaughtered, yet it pressed on with reckless fury.
"I told you I didn’t want to fight. You brought this on yourselves." Ye Chuan teleported once more, beheading the python in one clean stroke.
The green-haired man’s soul attempted to escape the python’s corpse, seeking refuge in the surrounding miasma—only to be ensnared by the suction force of Ye Chuan’s Ten Thousand Souls Banner. With a final wail, it was absorbed into the artifact.
Three Nascent Soul realm souls added to the banner—barely a drop in the bucket.
At this point, Ye Chuan had slaughtered so many Nascent Soul cultivators that the gains were negligible.
Still, every bit counted. A 1% boost was still a boost, and Ye Chuan wasn’t one to refuse free power.
Sheathing his sword, Ye Chuan was about to resume his journey when a faint distress signal caught his attention.
"Hm?" He turned, peering through the mist to spot a mermaid—her upper body human, lower body fish—bound to a jagged reef in the distance.
The mermaid was beautiful, but her body was marred with wounds, her once-lustrous blue scales now dull. Heavy chains, inscribed with cryptic runes, held her captive, her eyes filled with despair.
As Ye Chuan approached, she tensed, her gaze flickering between wariness and resignation. "Are you here to torture me too? Do as you will. I won’t beg."
Without a word, Ye Chuan swung his sword, severing the chains with a single stroke.
The mermaid blinked in disbelief. "Huh? You… you freed me?"
Ye Chuan spoke plainly. "Why were the serpent-folk holding you captive?"
A flash of hatred crossed her eyes. "The serpent-folk covet my merfolk clan’s treasure. They captured me as a slave, torturing me for its location."
She sniffled. "If not for you, I’d have died here sooner or later." Gratefully, she bowed her head. "Thank you, savior. My name is Yuyu. May I know yours?"
"Qin Tianya," Ye Chuan replied curtly. "I have a question."
Yuyu nodded eagerly. "Ask away!"
"I have a method to conceal my aura. So how did those serpent-folk detect me?"
"Oh! Savior, in this Demon Sea, we demon races can sense intruders by reading disturbances in the mist. Even if you hide your aura, your movement stirs the fog, so…"
Ye Chuan understood. His concealment wasn’t faulty—they had simply tracked him through environmental cues.
He studied the little mermaid. "One more thing. Do you know how to leave the Demon Sea and reach North Divine Continent?"
"You’re heading to North Divine Continent?"
"Yes." Ye Chuan gave a brief explanation.
"Wow! I thought you were just lost here. Traveling through the Demon Sea alone is super dangerous!" Yuyu hesitated.
"Savior, I don’t want to lead you to your doom. It’s best if you turn back now."
"This Demon Sea is vast beyond measure. And even though you saved me… humans and demons are natural enemies. Not just the serpent-folk—most demons here would kill you on sight."
"Just point me in the right direction," Ye Chuan said.
"Okay, but… could you escort me back to my merfolk territory first? My clan must be worried sick…" Yuyu pleaded.
Ye Chuan shrugged. "Fine. Lead the way."
Yuyu beamed, flipping her tail as she dipped into the inky waters, resurfacing moments later. "Savior, can you swim underwater?"
Swim?
"I can, but…" Ye Chuan eyed the murky, sludge-like sea with distaste.
It felt like diving into a sewer.
"What’s wrong, Savior?"
"The water looks filthy…"
"Filthy? No way!" Yuyu splashed her tail playfully. "It’s perfectly clean!"
Ye Chuan: "…"
No idea how you managed to stay so pristine.
With a sigh, Ye Chuan enveloped himself in a barrier of spiritual energy—then, for good measure, layered it with a demonic shield.
Only then did he plunge into the abyssal depths.
To his surprise, while the surface was shrouded in impenetrable mist, the underwater realm, though dim, offered clearer visibility—at least for a short distance.
Below, however, stretched an endless void of darkness.
Yuyu circled him excitedly, her tail flicking bubbles. "Savior~ Shall we go?"
Ye Chuan nodded, letting her take the lead.
But just as they set off, the waters ahead churned violently. Countless emerald specks coalesced, forming the silhouette of an enormous serpentine figure lurking in the depths—its scales glinting with an eerie, cold light.
"Eek! Serpent-folk!" Yuyu shrieked, ducking behind Ye Chuan. "Savior, run!"
Ye Chuan, however, stood unmoved, his gaze fixed on the approaching shadows.
"Human cultivator! You dare slaughter our kin and steal our slave? Today, this elder will tear you limb from limb!" A thunderous, aged voice boomed across the sea, sending shockwaves through the water. Black waves surged, their spray carrying a bone-chilling malice.
Clearly, the higher-ups of the serpentine demon race had already noticed something amiss and were closing in, following the trail of energy.
Ye Chuan was surprised—he could sense that the owner of this aura was at least at the Enlightenment Realm level, far more powerful than the octopus demon or the half-human, half-serpent monster he had encountered earlier.
He turned to Yuyu and said, "Stay away from me later. I don’t want to accidentally hurt you."
"Me?" Yuyu didn’t dare delay and swiftly swam deeper into the abyss.
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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!
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?!
