Ye Chuan carried Lan Xiaoke as he flew toward the isolated island. She hung from his arm like a large, soft body pillow, her silver-white hair blown across her face by the wind.
“Ye Chuan, fly slower, okay? My face is going numb.”
“And can’t you just teleport?”
Why not teleport?
Why?!
“I just feel like enjoying some evening breeze. If you don’t like it, fly yourself,” Ye Chuan said, pinching her soft waist.
“Who was it that just now clung to my leg, crying and begging to come along?”
“That was because I was afraid you’d secretly go hunting and leave me out,” Lan Xiaoke said, unashamed. “Besides, if I’m not here, no one else can handle you.”
Ye Chuan smiled.
The sea below churned with waves, and the outline of the isolated island gradually became clear.
The towering pagoda pierced through the clouds, and its spiral of grayish-black demonic energy was perceptible even from afar.
Outer super warriors were still busy, but they were only dealing with the monsters on the lower floors—they couldn’t defeat anything beyond the third floor.
Ye Chuan concealed his own and Lan Xiaoke’s auras and flew directly inside.
A faint aura of black-gold chaotic power emanated from him, forming a thin barrier. Any demonic energy from the pagoda that approached was instantly neutralized.
Lan Xiaoke dangled like a doll in his arms, long used to it by now. Her feet rarely touched the ground, from start to finish.
Ascending floor by floor, each level bore traces of battle—frost shards, sword energy, shattered monster corpses, and the lingering spiritual power fluctuations from Luo Xi and Bai Qianshuang.
Higher up, the demonic energy grew thicker, and signs of Outer God contamination increased. By the twentieth floor, stone walls were densely covered with eyeballs, making one’s scalp crawl.
“Outer Gods?” Sensing their presence, Ye Chuan frowned.
“So gross,” Lan Xiaoke muttered.
“We’re here.”
Ye Chuan stopped at the entrance to the twenty-first floor.
The door was slightly ajar. Inside, the sounds of fierce combat rang out: the hoarse roars of monsters, the sharp ring of sword energy cutting through air, and the crackling of ice condensation.
He pushed open the door.
What met his eyes was complete disorder.
Monster corpses lay everywhere, and the entire floor had turned into a frozen wasteland.
Luo Xi stood on the left, ice-blue cold air swirling around her. Thick ice coated the ground, trapping over a dozen monsters within it.
The imperial mark on her forehead glowed brilliantly; a hint of blood at the corner of her mouth showed she had expended considerable energy.
Bai Qianshuang floated in midair, her spirit sword weaving a curtain of light. Sword energy darted through the crowd of monsters, each strike precisely piercing vital points.
But her right sleeve had been torn, and cold sweat beaded her forehead.
The monsters here were formidable. Even working together, Luo Xi and Bai Qianshuang had to use their emperor marks to clean them out.
Fortunately, they had plenty of pills. Killing the monsters was only a matter of time.
They fought back-to-back, cooperating smoothly. But the sheer number of monsters was overwhelming, and several leader-class creatures lurked nearby, ambushing them whenever they could. The fight was grueling.
“Huh? Is that Chuan Chuan?”
Luo Xi spotted Ye Chuan at the door first, her eyes lit up.
Bai Qianshuang also paused, her sword slowing for a split second. A monster lunged at her. She dodged sideways but still got clipped on the shoulder, her face turning pale.
“Watch out!”
Ye Chuan frowned and appeared beside her instantly.
He reached out, releasing chaotic power infused with instant-kill rules.
The thin black-golden beam swept across everything in its path. Every monster didn’t even have time to scream—they simply melted.
One-click cleanup.
The entire floor fell silent in an instant.
Only Luo Xi and Bai Qianshuang’s astonished voices remained.
That was it? All cleared in one go?
“...”
Bai Qianshuang stood frozen, gripping her sword, staring blankly for a long time.
She and Luo Xi had fought tooth and nail without clearing half of them, and he just...
Luo Xi was stunned too, but she looked at Ye Chuan’s back, her eyes curving into crescents.
“Wow! Ye Chuan, you’re way too impressive!”
Even Lan Xiaoke looked dazed. “They were all roaring and rampaging just a second ago... then they just vanished?”
So strange.
“What else would you expect?” Ye Chuan said. “Should I have fought back and forth with them?”
Even without using instant-kill rules, just his aura alone would make these monsters explode from the pressure.
Look at him, and they’d explode!
He turned to Bai Qianshuang, his gaze fallen on the wound on her right arm, his brows furrowing.
“You’re hurt?”
“Just a small wound.” Bai Qianshuang looked away, hiding her arm behind her back. The tips of her ears turned red. “It’s nothing.”
“If your clothes are red with blood, it’s not nothing.” Ye Chuan walked over, grabbed her wrist without hesitation, and pulled her arm out.
Green light appeared—
The injured area on Bai Qianshuang’s arm healed at a visible rate, returning to normal pink-white skin without even a scar.
“It’s done.” Ye Chuan let go and turned to Luo Xi. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine.” Luo Xi smiled, shaking her head. “Just drained some spiritual power. I’ll be fine after a rest. Why did you suddenly come?”
“Yeah!” Lan Xiaoke jumped in. “The moment Ye Chuan heard you two were taking on the tower, he came rushing over, afraid you’d get hurt by the monsters.”
Luo Xi looked at Ye Chuan, her smiles growing warmer.
Ye Chuan coughed. “I happened to pass by. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t die and leave no one to cook for me.”
“Yes, yes, ‘happened to pass by.’” Luo Xi gave him a knowing, teasing look, holding back her laughter. “Thank you, Lord Ye, for saving us ‘by the way.’”
Bai Qianshuang stood to the side, looking at her now-perfect arm. Her fingertips twitched slightly as she murmured, “Thank you, Ye Chuan.”
Her voice was tiny, almost like the whine of a mosquito.
Ye Chuan pretended not to hear clearly. “Huh? What did you say?”
“Nothing.” Bai Qianshuang poked out her tongue, expressionless.
Kinda cute.
But then Ye Chuan looked around at the runes scattered about. He sensed something off.
Weird.
Even though it was his first time on the twenty-first floor,
why did he feel a strange sense of familiarity?
“What’s wrong?” Luo Xi walked up beside him, following his gaze. “These runes are strange. Qian Shuang and I studied them for ages, but we still couldn’t figure out most of them.”
“It’s nothing,” Ye Chuan said, looking away. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Ready to go home?” Ye Chuan asked. “You both must be tired. Let’s all head home.”
“Home...” Luo Xi nodded gently. “Yes, let’s go back.”
“Alright,” Bai Qianshuang said softly.
Ye Chuan directly summoned a group teleportation formation.
“Why are we teleporting now?” Lan Xiaoke stood there dumbfounded—after all, she had traveled the whole way being blown by the wind!
“I wanted to, so I did.”
“So mean! You did that on purpose, Ye Chuan!”
“That’s right, yeah. Let’s go.”
“Mm.”
Ye Chuan and the others stepped into the teleportation formation and returned directly to the Universal Apartments.
Meanwhile, the runes on the pagoda flickered several times, as if trying to lock onto a specific location. But it seemed the data collected wasn’t sufficient, and in the end, the attempt failed.
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."
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
