Several disciples of the Golden Sun Sect attacked simultaneously, practically summoning their most powerful magical treasures.
"Attack together!"
Before the Golden Sun Sect disciple's words had even finished, their leader was the first to strike—the longsword in his hand burst into raging flames, a crimson sword aura carrying a scorching heat as it slashed towards Ye Chuan and Su Qinghan!
The other Golden Sun Sect disciples also channeled their spiritual energy. Fire-attribute spiritual power gathered around them, forming walls of flame that blocked the stone chamber's exit, clearly intending to trap the two of them here.
Seeing the Golden Sun Sect disciples attack him, Ye Chuan first tilted his head, then wore an expression as if he found it amusing.
What to do, he felt like he couldn't hold back a laugh.
Meanwhile, facing the combined assault of the Golden Sun Sect disciples, Su Qinghan's pretty face changed color. She hurriedly raised her hand, coalescing ice blades to block the sword aura.
But Ye Chuan was a step faster than her, merely raising his hand casually.
"Hum—"
An invisible barrier of spiritual energy instantly unfolded. The crimson sword aura crashed against it, dissipating instantly like clay oxen entering the sea, without even stirring a single ripple.
The smug smiles on the faces of the Golden Sun Sect disciples instantly froze, their eyes filled with utter disbelief—their combined attack had been blocked so easily?
"What, is this all you've got, trying to make this venerable one stay?" Ye Chuan said lightly.
After speaking, Ye Chuan no longer concealed his aura. The terrifying spiritual pressure of the Dao Comprehension realm was released.
"W-what is this?!"
"Nascent Soul... no, this is Spirit Transformation... Dao Comprehension?!" The moment those Golden Sun Sect disciples uttered "Dao Comprehension realm," their voices became as shrill as a drake's.
That was the cultivation level of many major sect leaders!
This... this person who looked like a rogue cultivator was actually a peerless expert at the Dao Comprehension realm?!
"Dao Comprehension realm?!" Su Qinghan, standing to the side, was also dumbfounded. Only now did she realize just how terrifying Ye Chuan's cultivation level was.
No wonder that centipede earlier was dealt with so easily by Ye Chuan!
Ye Chuan casually slashed out several black sword auras, which shot towards the three Golden Sun Sect disciples fast as lightning.
The three didn't even see the trajectory of the sword auras before their heads were precisely severed. Their bodies slumped softly to the ground, their souls utterly extinguished along with their breath.
The remaining two Golden Sun Sect disciples were scared out of their wits. They turned to flee but were violently yanked to the ground by the spiritual energy Ye Chuan casually released.
"Sp-spare us! Senior, spare us!" The two prostrated on the ground, kowtowing incessantly, their faces as pale as paper, with none of their previous arrogance remaining.
Ye Chuan lifted his eyes, too lazy to waste words on them, and merely used his pressure to end their lives.
The entire process took only a moment. All the Golden Sun Sect disciples in the stone chamber lay dead, the smell of blood in the air growing stronger.
Su Qinghan stood there, somewhat at a loss, even beginning to feel grateful that she had encountered such a mighty figure.
No wonder her poison injury had been so easily resolved by him.
Ye Chuan walked up to the restrained Ice Cloud Sect disciple, raised his hand, and with a wave, the spiritual energy binding her instantly dissipated.
The disciple hurriedly knelt, bowing respectfully to Ye Chuan and Su Qinghan. "Thank you, Senior, and Holy Maiden, for saving me!"
"Get up, it's alright now." Su Qinghan stepped forward, helped the disciple up, and checked her injuries. Finding only minor wounds and nothing serious, she finally relaxed.
Ye Chuan swept a glance over the corpses of the Golden Sun Sect disciples on the ground, waved his hand, and collected all their storage pouches—
Although there weren't many valuable things inside, even a mosquito's leg is still meat.
After doing this, Ye Chuan looked around. There were some ores here as well.
"You, work too." Ye Chuan also tossed a pickaxe to the disciple beside Su Qinghan.
The disciple was stunned for a moment, holding the pickaxe. "Senior, what do you want me to do..."
Su Qinghan didn't dare let Ye Chuan explain anything. She pulled the disciple along to start working.
Hearing that Ye Chuan wanted the ores here, the disciple didn't dare slack off either, immediately starting to clang away at the wall.
Two female disciples in Daoist robes, one chiseling after the other at the wall, their slender, snow-white arms wielding pickaxes, did indeed look a bit comical.
"Having people mine is quite convenient too." Ye Chuan rubbed his chin, then started crafting pickaxes on the spot—
Forging pickaxes was highly efficient, especially since Ye Chuan was very familiar with the process. In no time, his backpack was stuffed with a batch of pickaxes.
"Come out." The shadow at Ye Chuan's feet began to spread with a dark substance, then one pitch-black avatar after another emerged, taking the pickaxes from Ye Chuan's hands.
"W-what is this?!" Su Qinghan naturally noticed the commotion around Ye Chuan. Seeing him summon dozens of dark shadows, she instinctively startled.
What kind of sinister art was this?
Just as Su Qinghan didn't dare make a move, she noticed the shadows also started clanging away at the wall with pickaxes.
"Not bad." Ye Chuan silently put on his Magic Glasses.
With them, the surrounding walls also began to turn semi-transparent, and the ores were laid bare before Ye Chuan's eyes.
"Here, and here." Ye Chuan directed his avatars to mine at selected locations. However, when his gaze fell upon Su Qinghan...
"Hmm? Such fair peaches..."
It seemed no cultivator had bad skin.
But still, Qian Shuang and Luo Xi were prettier.
Soon, the ores in this area were completely mined by Ye Chuan. If he weren't afraid of damaging the cavern, directly blasting it would have been more convenient, but he was worried the ores would be destroyed too.
"Let's go, we'll head to another passage." Seeing it was about done, Ye Chuan spoke to Su Qinghan.
"Understood, Senior." Su Qinghan didn't know why, but mining those ores felt like digging through tofu. Clearly, her strength wasn't great; it was probably that the material of the pickaxes was just too good.
"I wonder where Qian Shuang is." Ye Chuan used the Magic Glasses to look around. After all, it was a magical tool that could see through things. But this place seemed vast, and Ye Chuan couldn't sense Bai Qianshuang's whereabouts at all.
Returning to that fork in the path, Su Qinghan pointed ahead. "Senior, the left path has high-level ice-attribute spirit herbs!"
"Mhm." Ye Chuan was only interested in ores right now, completely unmoved by these so-called high-level spirit herbs.
Passing through that passage, Ye Chuan naturally saw the spirit fungus growing amidst a cluster of ice crystal ores. It was completely transparent, like crystal.
"It's the Heavenly Frost Ice Mushroom."
"Is it rare?" Ye Chuan asked.
This thing... his own garden seemed to have some planted, and you could buy seeds to plant them anyway. It wasn't rare to him.
"Very rare! It can refine ice-attribute spiritual energy, removing impurities to make cultivation faster!"
"Is that so... Can it be used for stewing soup?"
"S-stewing soup?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
