Bai Qianshuang, currently at the early Golden Core stage, naturally noticed the changes in Ye Chuan. There was no way a mid Qi Refinement cultivator could hide it from her.
"Qi Refinement stage? Ye Chuan, how did you manage that?"
The Qi Refinement stage wasn’t anything extraordinary—it was merely the first step on the path of cultivation. At this stage, cultivators only learned to channel spiritual energy to cast spells and nourish their meridians to strengthen their bodies.
But here was the problem—
In a world where spiritual energy was nearly depleted, how had Ye Chuan, an ordinary mortal with no cultivation just days ago, stepped into the Qi Refinement stage?
Bai Qianshuang took a step forward and grasped Ye Chuan’s wrist.
Immediately, she sensed the surging vitality and scorching fire-attribute spiritual energy coursing through him.
"You know the saying, ‘When an immortal touches my head, I receive the gift of eternal life,’" Ye Chuan said casually. "Maybe just being around you like this boosts my strength?"
Bai Qianshuang frowned slightly, puzzled.
Something felt off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
Still, she didn’t dwell on it. Perhaps it was just as Ye Chuan said—an unintentional influence from her.
In any case, it was time to eat.
……
After dinner, Bai Qianshuang sat on the sofa, her attention fixed on the television screen.
On the screen, immortals soared through the skies on flying swords, yet their robes remained perfectly still, as if they were standing on solid ground.
Not a single ripple.
"What’s wrong? I told you, it’s all special effects—fake," Ye Chuan said, pointing at the actors. "Look, their clothes don’t even move when they’re flying."
"That’s normal," Bai Qianshuang countered, shaking her head. "When cultivators fly, they set up barriers around their swords. They also use their own spiritual energy to form a protective layer around themselves."
"It’s common for robes to remain undisturbed."
Ye Chuan blinked in surprise. Was that really how it worked?
Had the screenwriters actually gotten it right?
"But I find it strange—why do these dramas keep focusing on romance?" Bai Qianshuang wondered. She had watched a couple of episodes, yet the plot revolved entirely around love affairs, with no mention of cultivation or enlightenment.
"What do you mean?" Ye Chuan asked, glancing at the screen.
"For example, why would a Foundation Establishment female cultivator dare to defy—even threaten—a Mahayana-stage cultivator?" Bai Qianshuang was baffled. In the show, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, driven by her feelings for a male cultivator, framed and threatened a Mahayana-stage female cultivator.
To Bai Qianshuang, this was utterly incomprehensible.
Didn’t she fear being obliterated with a single slap?
"Uh, well," Ye Chuan glanced at the plot and had to admit it was awkward. He could only offer, "Maybe that’s the power of love?"
Bai Qianshuang stood up quietly. "Ye Chuan, I’m going to rest."
"Done watching?"
"No need," she said flatly. "It’s a bit absurd."
"Alright."
At the door, Bai Qianshuang paused, as if remembering something. "Oh, Ye Chuan—"
"Yeah?"
"I think milk tea helps me refine spiritual energy faster," she said, turning her head with a perfectly serious expression on her delicate face.
Ye Chuan chuckled. "Then I’ll order you a cup."
"Thank you." Bai Qianshuang opened the door and added softly,
"Remember… the boba."
Watching Bai Qianshuang retreat to her room, Ye Chuan couldn’t help but grin.
What a dishonest person.
But kind of adorable.
……
Ye Chuan returned to his own room, pushing open the door to reveal a clean, cozy space with a warm wooden aesthetic. He had remodeled it himself.
Not bad at all.
Lying down, he pulled out his phone.
He still had over sixty thousand left.
Hah.
Time for a few spins!
Ye Chuan immediately navigated to the "Draw Physique" page. His current high-grade Fire Mystic Body wasn’t bad, but since cultivation could now run on auto-pilot, why not aim for something better—especially a physique that could speed up cultivation?
Ideally, something like Bai Qianshuang’s.
A thousand per draw.
Ten for guaranteed luck?
Well, it was money he’d earned from Huang Haotian anyway. Ye Chuan didn’t feel too guilty spending it. He decisively dropped ten thousand for a ten-draw.
The next second, a golden light flashed on the screen.
"Did I get it?!" Ye Chuan was stunned. A hit on the first ten-draw?
[Congratulations! You have obtained: Mid-grade Sublime Body. Added to inventory.]
[Congratulations! You have obtained: Low-grade Wood Mystic Body. Added to inventory.]
……
[Congratulations! You have obtained: Low-grade Metal Mystic Body. Added to inventory.]
[Congratulations! You have obtained: Wood Spirit Body. Added to inventory.]
……
[Congratulations! You have obtained: Low-grade Dark Yin Body. Added to inventory.]
[Congratulations! You have obtained: Mystic Dao Body. Added to inventory Gold]
……
Ye Chuan’s eyes locked onto the golden text of the "Mystic Dao Body." He immediately opened his inventory to check the details.
[Item: Mystic Dao Body (Supreme-grade)
No bottleneck when comprehending any cultivation technique or spell. Can cultivate any technique or spell.
Equippable.]
The golden description made Ye Chuan’s heart sink.
Ye Chuan: "……"
Was this strong?
Absolutely. Being able to master any technique was incredible.
But here was the problem—
Ye Chuan could learn any technique with a single tap on the screen. No bottlenecks, no difficulties.
In other words, he already had this ability built-in.
"What a waste. I’d have preferred an upgraded Fire Mystic Body—something like the Blazing Inferno Body." Ye Chuan sighed. Even if it was a gold-tier physique, he had no intention of replacing his high-grade Fire Mystic Body.
Still, it could be used for synthesis. At least it was a supreme-grade base—there was a chance to push for a peerless-tier physique.
Ye Chuan consoled himself. It was just two days’ worth of rent.
He glanced at the remaining low and mid-grade physiques in his inventory and decided to merge them all.
Like playing a matching game, his fingers flew across the screen.
In the end, only two purple-tier physiques remained.
[Item: High-grade Ice Mystic Body]
[Item: High-grade Dark Mystic Body]
Supreme-grade probability:
"Tch." Ye Chuan hesitated for a moment. "Screw it—let’s go!"
Merge!
[Congratulations! You have obtained: Celestial Lone Star Body. Added to inventory Gold]
Success!
Ye Chuan slammed the table in excitement—but his joy faded as soon as he read the name.
[Item: Celestial Lone Star Body (Supreme-grade)
A cursed fate that brings misfortune to loved ones, destined for a life of solitude.
However, it grants the ability to turn calamity into fortune. Absorbing others’ misfortune strengthens the user.
Equippable.]
Ye Chuan stared at the two golden physiques in his inventory, deep in thought.
Wait.
This isn’t right.
None of these are usable?
Silently, he dragged the two physiques together.
Peerless-grade probability:
Go for it?
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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."
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
