The group stood on the warm sandy beach, stunned for a good few seconds before they all snapped back to reality in unison.
"Whoa!!! How did we get here so fast?!" Lan Xiaoke's face was full of shock. "Ye Chuan, this magic of yours is too awesome! It's way faster than the flying boat we used before!"
This also meant Lan Xiaoke didn't have to be carried mid-air by Ye Chuan, puking a rainbow all the way there.
Luo Xi and the others were also a bit surprised. "Chuanchuan, when did you learn such an amazing ability?"
"It's alright," Ye Chuan smiled.
He finally understood why his Source Magic was of peerless quality. Previously, he had only used it as an offensive tool, completely overlooking the true value of "Word as Law."
Word as Law!
Pay-to-win was definitely the right path.
It just consumed quite a bit of mental energy, leaving his brain aching slightly.
Pain was a good thing.
It meant his brain muscles were growing.
Besides, wouldn't a mass, cross-distance instant teleportation spell naturally require some sort of toll?
"There are so many people over there."
Following their gazes, they saw that the base of the towering structure not far away had already turned into an incredibly bustling temporary camp.
The tower pierced straight into the clouds. Even from a distance, they could feel the surging energy fluctuations coming from within.
The open space in front of the tower's entrance was covered with all sorts of tents. Factions of super martial artists from countries all over the world had gathered here. It was packed and noisy, looking exactly like a chaotic, mixed-bag bazaar.
After all, this high tower was like an inexhaustible treasure trove. Not only did it contain heavenly materials and earthly treasures that could boost one's strength, but it also held rare items that could help someone directly break through to the next realm.
Even the lowest-ranked super martial artist could reach the heavens in a single bound if they were lucky enough to pick up a treasure inside. Naturally, this attracted swarms of super martial artists from all across the globe.
Looking at the lively scene, Wang Yanran turned her head and explained to Ye Chuan:
"Recently, quite a few squads inside the tower have been farming a type of condensed spirit crystal. The spiritual energy purity inside them is more than ten times that of a standard spirit stone. If a low-tier super martial artist absorbs one, they can even directly break through an entire major realm. That's why more and more people have been coming here lately."
Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow and casually asked, "Condensed spirit crystals? Has your alliance gotten their hands on any samples?"
"We collected a few samples and studied them," Wang Yanran nodded. "In essence, they are just high-purity spiritual energy crystals. With such a small quantity, they won't impact the value of our spirit stones for the time being."
Hearing this, Ye Chuan gave an indifferent sound of acknowledgment.
The things he lacked the least right now were spirit stones and spiritual energy. After all, Ji Lingxuan had given him way too much.
What a good bro.
No, what a good sis.
...
However, as Ye Chuan and his group made their appearance, they were simply too eye-catching.
Ye Chuan, a young man, walked at the very front, trailed by a group of exceptionally beautiful girls, each with her own unique charm.
Every single one of them was a one-in-a-million beauty. Walking together, they instantly drew the eyes of everyone present.
At first, the crowd was merely amazed, but as they kept staring, the gazes of quite a few people began to turn sour.
Especially a few foreign superpowered individuals. The looks they gave Ye Chuan were full of disdain and malice, and their whispered profanities drifted over on the ocean breeze.
"A yellow-skinned kid actually brought along so many Eastern beauties. He's probably just a gigolo, right?"
"Look at his smooth skin, what kind of strength could he possibly have? He's probably some young master from a rich family here to join the fun."
"With so many beauties following a piece of trash like him, why don't we..."
The eyes of several nearby super martial artists roamed up and down the girls' bodies, filled with undisguised greed.
Listening to these words, Ye Chuan suddenly revealed a friendly smile.
He didn't even lift a finger. He just casually raised his eyes, and the aura around him erupted like a massive tsunami, accurately locking onto the super martial artists who had been spouting filth.
Thud— Thud—
With several muffled thuds in a row, the burly men who had been incredibly arrogant just a moment ago were instantly forced to their knees by this terrifying pressure. They smashed hard into the sandy beach, leaving deep craters in the sand.
Their faces were as pale as paper, and their bodies trembled like leaves. The profanities in their mouths were instantly caught in their throats. They found it hard to even breathe, let alone look up at Ye Chuan. Only absolute terror remained in their eyes.
The surrounding super martial artists who had originally harbored malicious intentions instantly fell silent. Their expressions drastically changed, and they subconsciously backed up several steps, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
Are you kidding me?!
Right then, someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed:
"It's him! I recognize him! During the spirit vein scramble earlier, he was the one who took this little girl and forcefully snatched the vein away!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue erupted in an uproar.
The factions on the island were naturally well aware of the battle for the spirit vein; after all, it was a highly valuable prize.
Those super martial artists who had dared to sneak glances just a moment ago instantly lowered their heads. They didn't even dare to steal a look in Ye Chuan's direction, terrified of provoking this demon of death.
As for the burly men kneeling on the ground, their souls had practically been frightened out of their bodies. They pressed their foreheads tightly against the sand, their eyes full of resentment, yet they didn't dare utter a single word.
Looking at their pathetic state, Ye Chuan felt it would be a bit of a waste to just kill them. A sudden whim struck him, and the smile on his lips deepened.
He snapped his fingers, mobilizing the Source Magic within his body. With a thought, his Word became Law:
"Since your mouths are so filthy, turn into little lolis and learn how to speak properly."
The moment his voice faded, several gentle white halos descended, precisely enveloping the men kneeling on the ground.
With a flash of white light, under the dumbfounded and shocked gazes of everyone present, the tall, imposing, and fierce-looking musclemen instantly transformed.
A two-meter-tall blonde brute turned into a blonde, big-eyed little loli. His oversized clothes hung loosely on his body as he stood frozen in place, eyes wide as saucers.
Another person turned into a dark-skinned little loli, mouth hanging wide open in a perfect circle.
Even the sinister-looking Japanese super martial artists turned into soft, cute lolis with shoulder-length black hair, wearing ill-fitting combat suits.
Every single one of them had become a delicate, squishy little loli with exquisite and pretty features. It was a complete departure from their previous vicious appearances, creating an absurdly massive contrast.
One of the former brutes instinctively tried to hurl a string of curses, but the moment he opened his mouth, out came a soft, sweet, and sticky loli voice, instantly breaking his composure.
"What?!!!!!!!!!!"
"They look much more pleasing to the eye now," Ye Chuan revealed a satisfied expression.
Not only that, but Ye Chuan had also devoured their cultivation bases, which meant—
They were pure lolis, with absolutely no cultivation.
"Fakyu!"
"What's going on?"
"Wait, where is my power?!!!"
The surrounding super martial artists were nearly dumbfounded by this scene. What just happened? A man actually turned those guys into lolis!
Is... is this something that can actually happen in reality?
Even if this scene were filmed right now, people would just think it was CGI!
"Bro, you smell so good." Someone from the Japanese faction saw his partner turn into a loli and couldn't help but sniff her hair.
"What are you doing?!!!!"

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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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?!