As soon as Ye Chuan finished speaking, Leah, who was lying on the ground, suddenly let out a soft groan. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Having just woken up, her consciousness was still a bit blurry. She propped herself up on the ground, trying to climb up, but the movement pulled at her wounds. She gasped in pain, her face instantly turning deathly pale.
Seeing Ye Chuan and Count Leon slumped on the ground, Leah's eyes narrowed, and she instantly became alert. She forced herself to stand up and reached for her waist, only to find her broadsword long gone, leaving her with nothing but shattered armor and a body full of aching wounds.
"Lord Count, are you alright? This guy..."
"I'm fine." Count Leon waved his hand, the fat on his face jiggling.
"He didn't lay a hand on me. He just wants me to send troops to the royal capital to exterminate the disguised monsters."
Leah furrowed her brows and turned to look at Ye Chuan, her eyes full of suspicion.
"Hmph, what exactly are you trying to do? Are you trying to trick us into deploying troops with such a lie?"
"Do you think with my strength, I need to lie to you?" Ye Chuan smiled cheerfully.
"If I wanted to, not a single person in Valoran would ever appear on the continent of Aether again after tonight."
Leah's expression changed.
She could tell that Ye Chuan wasn't joking; the other party truly possessed such strength!
Seeing the pale faces of Leah and Count Leon, Ye Chuan just casually waved his hand.
"I have an identification magic spell on hand that can directly see through the true forms of the disguised monsters. As long as I teach this magic to the mages of Valoran and have them conduct a large-scale identification of the people in the city, we will naturally be able to root out the monsters hiding in the dark."
"Identification magic?"
Leah was stunned for a moment, clearly a bit surprised.
She had never heard of a magic that could directly see through disguises. After all, the abilities of the disguised monsters were extremely stealthy, capable of evading even the detection magic of high-tier mages.
"That's right. I've already used this method once in Miral, and the results were great." Ye Chuan shrugged.
"Gather the mages here. I'll teach them on the spot. Whether it's true or not, we'll know once we try."
Count Leon hesitated for a moment, looking at Leah and then at Ye Chuan.
He still harbored some doubts in his heart, but since Ye Chuan dared to teach the magic on the spot, it didn't seem like he was lying.
Moreover, if such a magic truly existed, finding the monsters would be a good thing for Valoran.
"Alright! I believe you!" Count Leon gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He stood up and shouted toward the door.
"Guards! Go notify all the mages in the city immediately and have them gather at the manor first thing tomorrow morning! Tell them that a high-tier magic will be taught to them!"
The guards outside hastily complied and hurried off.
Leah looked at Count Leon's back, opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
She decided to wait and see tomorrow. If anything really went amiss, she would protect the Count and Valoran even if it cost her life.
Early the next morning, Count Leon's manor was packed with people.
The mages of Valoran gathered in twos and threes, discussing fervently, their eyes filled with curiosity and doubt.
"High-tier magic? Where did the Lord Count invite this mage from?"
"I don't know. I heard he's going to teach it on the spot. Could it be someone from the Magic Tower?"
"I just wonder how strong this lord is. He wouldn't be some swindler, would he?"
Right at this moment, Ye Chuan followed Count Leon and Leah out and stood on the high platform.
Seeing how young Ye Chuan was, the mages instantly erupted into an uproar, with voices of doubt rising one after another.
"So young? I'm afraid he hasn't even mastered third-tier magic, right? And he dares to claim he's teaching high-tier magic?"
"Exactly! I think the Lord Count has been scammed! This kid is obviously a fraud!"
"How old is this young man?! Teaching magic to a hundred-and-eighty-year-old grand mage like me?"
Count Leon frowned and was just about to explain when Ye Chuan raised his hand to stop him.
His indifferent gaze swept over the mages below the stage. A majestic magical aura instantly spread out, pressing down with the weight of a massive mountain. It made all the mages instantly shut their mouths and slump to the ground with pale faces, finding it difficult even to breathe.
"Now, do you still think I'm a fraud?" Ye Chuan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
The mages looked at Ye Chuan in terror, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Seventh-tier!
This young man in front of them, who looked barely in his early twenties, was actually a seventh-tier mage?
One must know that the highest-tier mage in all of Valoran was only at the sixth tier!
The few mages who had taken the lead in questioning him earlier were now flushed red with shame, wishing they could find a hole to crawl into.
They had actually questioned a seventh-tier mage. It was simply the height of arrogance!
"S-Senior! We were blind to your greatness! Please forgive us!"
A white-haired old mage stood up tremblingly and bowed to apologize to Ye Chuan.
The other mages also snapped back to their senses and hurriedly stood up to bow, not daring to show the slightest neglect.
Ye Chuan retracted his magical aura, his tone flat:
"I'm not here to bicker with you. I gathered you all today to teach you an identification magic spell."
He wasted no more words. With a wave of his hand, he formed a series of complex magical runes.
"This magic is called Detection. As a type of identification magic, circulating your mana to activate the runes will allow you to see through disguises."
As he spoke, Ye Chuan condensed mana at his fingertips, guiding the runes in the air to spin.
The mages below the stage quickly learned it; after all, it wasn't a very difficult spell.
Moreover, this magic had been optimized by Lilith, so even very weak mages could learn it.
"When normal living beings are detected, they will only emit a faint aura of life," Ye Chuan explained.
"If it's a disguised monster, the Detection spell will emit a red light as a warning. Pair up and practice with each other to get familiar with the rhythm of the magic's circulation."
The mages quickly complied, pairing up and standing in position. They began to softly chant incantations, circulating their mana to imitate the trajectory of the runes.
In the open space of the manor, the rising and falling magical fluctuations seemed a bit chaotic, but they carried an air of excitement. Being able to learn a new magic spell was a stroke of tremendous luck for any mage.
Count Leon and Leah stood on the high platform, keeping a close eye on the movements below.
Not long after, a sharp gasp of shock suddenly pierced the tranquility of the manor:
"Red light! It's a red light!"
Everyone abruptly turned their heads to look, only to see that among a pair of mages on the western side, a middle-aged mage wearing a gray robe and looking rather unassuming was currently emitting a red light!
"W-What are you?!" The young mage paired with him was so frightened that he repeatedly backed away, dropping his staff on the ground, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
The middle-aged mage locked onto by the red light stiffened, and his originally gentle eyes instantly turned ferocious.
"I didn't expect this magic to actually work!" He let out a roar that didn't belong to a human. The skin all over his body began to crazily twist and swell, tearing his gray robe to shreds.
His head gradually swelled, covered in a slimy, dark-green ooze. Countless black compound eyes squirmed across his face, and two thick tentacles burst from his shoulders. Tipped with sharp barbs, they exuded a nauseating, foul stench.
"I'm going to kill you all!"
"Did I give you permission to move?" a voice rang out. In the very next second, the disguised monster was instantly reduced to fine dust, violently pulverized by sheer aura!
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.”
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.
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."
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
