"Oh ho ho, little Golden Core Pill, seems you're just begging to be eaten—so tiny, so short, so tender and white." Ye Chuan examined the white pill in his palm with a roguish grin. "Let me give you a little rub."
This was no ordinary pill—it was a Heaven-grade Foundation Establishment Pill.
Heaven. Grade.
Ye Chuan hadn’t expected to strike gold on his first attempt. Turns out, spending 100,000 bucks to upgrade his alchemy furnace was worth every penny.
He glanced at the requirements for Foundation Establishment:
[Heaven-grade Foundation Establishment: Conditions met. Proceed?]
Establish!
But just as Ye Chuan was about to confirm, hesitation crept in. If he remembered correctly, breaking through to Foundation Establishment should trigger a heavenly tribulation.
Would it reduce his house to rubble?
After some thought, Ye Chuan decided to hold off for now. He needed a suitable location—somewhere far from the crowded urban village. And as luck would have it…
"Seems like I’ve got just the spot." A plan formed in his mind.
After a quick tidy-up, he headed straight out.
---
Half an hour later, Ye Chuan stood in the outskirts.
No people.
And thankfully, no ghosts like Lan Xiaoke either. The area was pitch-black, save for a few trees rustling in the night breeze.
Taking a deep breath, his gaze landed on a nearby high-voltage power tower.
As everyone knows, power towers come equipped with lightning rods—or more accurately, "lightning shields"—mounted at the top, running along the transmission lines. Their job? Absorb lightning and channel it harmlessly into the ground.
After confirming there were no surveillance cameras around, Ye Chuan pulled out his phone, opened the app, and tapped the "Breakthrough to Foundation Establishment" button.
[Foundation Establishment in progress—]
[Warning: Due to your unique constitution, survival under heavenly tribulation is required.]
Two crimson alerts flashed on the screen.
Ye Chuan looked up. The inky sky was calm, dotted with sparse stars—not a hint of thunder.
"Did I pick the right spot? Maybe no tribulation here?"
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than dark clouds gathered overhead, crackling with arcs of electricity.
Ye Chuan: "…"
Seriously? That fast?
Staring at the looming storm, he smirked and gestured toward the power tower.
"Go on, strike here. Let me show you human ingenuity."
As if provoked, the clouds rumbled violently before unleashing a bolt as thick as a barrel!
The lightning streaked down—blindingly fast. Ye Chuan instantly activated his Chaos Indestructible Body.
But the bolt never reached him. Instead, it struck the power tower, fizzling out harmlessly in a shower of sparks.
"Huh? That’s it?" Ye Chuan scoffed, lips curling. "Pathetic."
He flashed a taunting hand sign. "Put some effort into it, yeah? That was weak."
The clouds roared louder, their golden arcs shifting to a menacing crimson.
BOOM!
This time, the lightning descended with apocalyptic fury—
Yet again, Ye Chuan remained unscathed.
"Still nothing." He shook his head, impressed. The tower’s lightning dispersion was even more foolproof than he’d imagined. Engineering triumphs over heavenly wrath, apparently.
With a shrug, he plopped down and pulled out his phone, idly scrolling as bolt after bolt hammered the tower, each one neutralized effortlessly.
Gradually, the thunder faded. The clouds thinned, their energy spent.
"Wow. You’re really bad at this," Ye Chuan muttered, watching the storm dissipate into nothingness.
His phone buzzed.
[Foundation Establishment (Early Stage) achieved.]
[Status: Auto-cultivating. Estimated 25 days until Mid-Stage (efficiency affected by cultivation techniques, spiritual roots, physique, etc.).]
Foundation Establishment!
A bona fide Foundation Establishment expert!
Ye Chuan flexed, reveling in his newfound strength—his body and meridians vastly reinforced. With a flourish, he commanded, "Sword, come!"
The Azure Peak Sword materialized from his spatial pouch, hovering obediently beside him.
Gripping the blade, he slashed casually. Spiritual energy coalesced into a crescent-shaped sword aura, carving a trench dozens of meters long into the earth—effortless as slicing tofu.
"Perfection." He clicked his tongue, then leveled the sword and stepped onto it.
"Rise!"
The sword shot forward like lightning—
Leaving Ye Chuan flat on the ground, bewildered.
"…Huh?"
Wait. His sword—!
As the Azure Peak Sword vanished into the horizon like a runaway comet, a mental stampede of ten thousand Lan Xiaokes galloped through Ye Chuan’s mind.
"Damn it! I wasn’t even on board yet!"
He scrambled after it.
---
Meanwhile, several kilometers away…
A black sedan cruised down a desolate road.
Inside, three men grinned savagely. "The Tianhai Group’s young miss. One big score, and we’re set for life."
Bound tightly in the backseat, a woman in a sleek office uniform—her slender legs sheathed in black stockings—glared silently. Qiao Xin knew exactly why they’d taken her: to destabilize Tianhai Group.
As the roadside grew darker, her hope dimmed.
If only someone could save her…
"Boss, what’s that light?" the front passenger suddenly asked.
The driver glanced out—just as a streak of light, like a shooting star, slammed into their tire.
BANG!
The car swerved violently before crashing into a guardrail.
"What the hell was that? A meteor?!" The driver stumbled out, phone flashlight revealing a sword embedded in the shredded tire.
"A… sword?"
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
