Aether Continent, log out.
Back in his own room, Ye Chuan looked around and then lay down flat.
He was tired and needed a break.
He rolled over.
"Hmm, feels like something's missing." Ye Chuan looked left and right before finally calling out,
"Xiao Ke—"
The door opened, and a white-haired girl poked her head in. "Ye Chuan, you lookin' for me?"
"Come here and stay with me for a bit."
"Me?"
Pulling the soft and squishy Lan Xiao Ke into his arms, Ye Chuan buried his face into the warm "pillow" before closing his eyes for a nap.
Lan Xiao Ke scratched her head, confused.
Was Ye Chuan going to sleep this early today?
She let him bury his face in her lap to sleep while she pulled out her phone and started scrolling.
Ye Chuan slept for a short while. When he woke up, he found red marks on his face from the pressure, and Lan Xiao Ke was also snoring away, drooling with her eyes shut.
Seeing her chubby thigh pressing down on him, Ye Chuan couldn't help but think her sleeping posture was beyond unsightly.
"Wake up." Ye Chuan pinched Lan Xiao Ke's baby-fat cheeks.
"Mmm, huh?!" Lan Xiao Ke responded dazed at first, then immediately sat up.
"Ye Chuan, you're awake?! I wasn't sleeping just now, okay? I was staying with you the whole time, being your bear pillow!"
"I was so good, can I get a raise in my allowance?"
"Are you sure you weren't sleeping?" Ye Chuan glanced at Lan Xiao Ke's drool, then pointed at the red marks on her own face from her nap.
He didn't even know where to begin roasting her.
"If only you were half as enthusiastic about cultivation as you are about allowance," Ye Chuan said.
"Ye Chuan, you talk like a nagging old lady."
"Just stating facts." After getting out of bed, Ye Chuan heard Lan Xiao Ke say,
"By the way, Ye Chuan, Qianshuang has been acting weird lately. Have you noticed?"
"Weird how?" Ye Chuan looked back at Lan Xiao Ke, seemingly not understanding what she meant.
"Like, Qianshuang has been staring at the mirror in a daze lately. Do you think she has a secret?" Lan Xiao Ke gestured.
Staring at the mirror in a daze?
What's there to daze about?
"I didn't know about that." Ye Chuan thought for a few seconds and then asked, "Where is Qianshuang?"
"I don't know. She should be outside."
Ye Chuan led Lan Xiao Ke out of the room. The living room was empty; even Lan Xiao Ke had been cooped up in her room playing games earlier.
"Hmm—" Ye Chuan looked around and released his divine sense, discovering that Bai Qianshuang wasn't home either.
She was either out or had gone to the Heavenly Profound Continent.
After all, since the destruction of the Qingyun Sect, Bai Qianshuang could freely travel back and forth to the Heavenly Profound Continent. He occasionally heard her mention things about the Jade Void Sect.
"Maybe you should go to the Heavenly Profound Continent to help out too," Ye Chuan said to Lan Xiao Ke.
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"I can't even go there." Lan Xiao Ke knew that not just anyone could travel to another world, so she grinned, not at all afraid of being thrown in by Ye Chuan.
"There is a way." Ye Chuan held up a finger.
"First, I'll turn you into a soul body, then find a magical treasure to store you in. After I enter the Heavenly Profound Continent, I'll let you out and resurrect you."
Lan Xiao Ke: "Soul body... store... resurrect..."
A few seconds later, she reacted. "Ye Chuan, you actually want to slaughter me!!!"
"Evil cultivator!"
"How can you be like this? I don't want to!! No, no, no!!!"
"Mean Ye Chuan, turning your back on me the moment you got what you wanted!"
Lan Xiao Ke started rolling around on the floor like a child. She looked both ridiculous and cute, but of course, Ye Chuan wouldn't actually do such a thing; he was just seeing how she would react.
As Lan Xiao Ke was rolling around, a nearby door opened.
A familiar black-haired girl stepped out slowly and immediately saw Lan Xiao Ke squirming on the floor.
"Xiao Ke...?"
Seeing Lan Xiao Ke rolling all over the place, Bai Qianshuang seemed confused about what she was doing. A metaphorical question mark appeared on her face.
"What happened?"
Lan Xiao Ke immediately lunged forward and hugged Bai Qianshuang's leg. "Ye Chuan is bullying me!"
"Bullying?"
Lan Xiao Ke quickly repeated what had just been said. After hearing it, Bai Qianshuang said to Ye Chuan very seriously,
"Ye Chuan, that's not good."
Seeing Bai Qianshuang scolding him so solemnly, Ye Chuan couldn't help but laugh. "I was just joking."
"Humph," Lan Xiao Ke huffed.
"However, that is indeed a method, though there are gentler ways to extract a soul," Bai Qianshuang said to Lan Xiao Ke. "Want to try?"
Lan Xiao Ke trembled all over and took two steps back. "You two... you're both crazy... I'm not doing it!"
As Lan Xiao Ke ran backward, she bumped into something soft and fell onto her butt.
Looking up, she found a girl in a white robe standing behind her—no, this face was very familiar!
Bai Qianshuang.
It was also Bai Qianshuang.
Lan Xiao Ke looked at the Bai Qianshuang in front of her, then at the one beside her.
"Qianshuang has split into two!!!"
The white-robed "Bai Qianshuang" glanced at Lan Xiao Ke, then looked up at Bai Qianshuang. "Is she the disciple you took into the Jade Void Sect?"
"Yes, my junior sister," Bai Qianshuang replied.
"Mediocre talent, no spiritual foundation," the "Bai Qianshuang" said flatly.
Lan Xiao Ke: "?"
"Sword Spirit." Ye Chuan recognized this person who looked exactly like Bai Qianshuang. He had heard her mention a few days ago that she wanted to bring the Sword Spirit to this world to take a look.
"Senior Ye." The Sword Spirit gave a bow. Since Ye Chuan was a benefactor of the Jade Void Sect, the Sword Spirit naturally respected him immensely.
"Sword Spirit?" Only then did Lan Xiao Ke understand the other's origin.
"But you two..." Ye Chuan looked at Bai Qianshuang and the Sword Spirit.
Standing together, they looked like twins.
"Can't you tell us apart?" the Sword Spirit asked.
"I can," Ye Chuan said. Their auras were different, making them easy to distinguish, but in terms of appearance, they were identical.
"But after all this time, why do you still use Qianshuang's appearance?"
"I am a Sword Spirit and was originally formless. Having been nurtured by my master's spiritual energy for so long, this is the result," the Sword Spirit explained.
"Eh—" Lan Xiao Ke, however, couldn't tell. "I can't tell the difference!"
"You'll know once you improve your strength," Ye Chuan said, glancing at her.
"Ugh..." Lan Xiao Ke stared intently at Bai Qianshuang and the Sword Spirit, finally coming to a conclusion.
"Then let's play cards together! We'll get to know each other fast that way!"
Bai Qianshuang: "..."
Sword Spirit: "?"
Ye Chuan: "..."
Ye Chuan flicked Lan Xiao Ke's forehead, then put an arm around her and led her out. "Alright, ignore this girl. Qianshuang, why don't you take the Sword Spirit for a walk around this world first?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
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."
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.
