Gu Changge nodded slightly, turning his gaze to Ling Xi, and asked, "The matters here are concluded. Do you have any unfinished business to attend to? If not, we shall set off for Purple Bamboo Peak."
Ling Xi took a deep breath, took one last look at her thrilled father and the familiar courtyard, and shook her head.
The greatest shackle, the Wang family marriage contract, had been casually removed by her master, and her family's safety was guaranteed. She truly had no more lingering attachments.
"I have none, Master," she said softly, her tone noticeably more submissive than before.
"Good, then let us go."
With that, Gu Changge gently waved his sleeve, and a gentle yet irresistible force enveloped the few people present.
The next moment, streams of light flared. Their figures blurred instantly, transforming into streaks of light that swept straight out of the Ling family mansion and sped towards the Qingxuan Sect, leaving only Ling Kun in the courtyard, still overcome with excitement and bowing repeatedly to the sky.
The light faded, and the group appeared on Purple Bamboo Peak. The scenery before them suddenly opened up.
Ling Xi felt her entire body lighten as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so dense it was almost tangible, enveloped her like a warm tide.
This spiritual energy was incredibly pure, far exceeding her imagination. Every breath felt like inhaling and exhaling liquid spiritual marrow. Her limbs and bones experienced an indescribable comfort, and even the dormant Emperor Soul within her seemed to let out a soft groan of satisfaction.
Her pupils shrank slightly as she surveyed her surroundings in disbelief.
She saw emerald peaks overlapping and purple bamboo forming a dense forest. Among the rustling bamboo leaves, spiritual mist lingered, turning into wisps of ethereal vapor.
In the distance, the spiritual fields were neatly arranged. Precious herbs were blossoming, radiating various shimmering treasures' lights.
Further away, an ancient black tower stood quietly, its body flowing with a heart-palpitating ancient Dao aura.
The concentration of spiritual energy on the entire Purple Bamboo Peak was actually stronger than the core secret realm of her Imperial Court in her previous life!
Is... is this really just a branch peak of a sect?
Waves of shock surged in Ling Xi's heart. Such a heavenly paradise is actually controlled by a... Cave Heaven Realm Peak Master?
Her previous thoughts of temporarily taking shelter and borrowing resources to recover were severely shaken for the first time.
Cultivating here for a day would probably be comparable to a year in the outside world!
Gu Changge's voice interrupted her shock. He casually pointed to an empty patch of land near the spiritual fields with a decent view, his tone carrying a trace of natural laziness. "Hmm, from now on you will live... uh..."
He suddenly paused, as if just remembering something. He stroked his chin and said to Ling Xi, "Look at your master's memory. I'm used to being lazy, and there are few people on the peak, so I kept forgetting to build a few more houses. That empty space over there is pretty good. Just figure it out and build a bamboo hut yourself. There are plenty of materials in the purple bamboo forest on the back mountain."
Hearing this, Ling Xi froze completely, her breathtakingly beautiful face filled with astonishment.
Build a house herself?
She, the once peerless female emperor who ruled over billions of living beings, whose residences were all jade pavilions and starry shrines, had now joined a sect, and the very first thing she had to do was... chop bamboo and build a house with her own hands?!
This was completely different from the scene she had envisioned, where her master would bestow upon her a spiritual-energy-rich cave dwelling with clouds of servants!
Taking in a disciple meant even living arrangements had to be self-managed?
Gu Changge didn't seem to notice her petrified expression. He turned his head quite naturally and instructed his eldest and second disciples nearby, "Ruobai, Hanyu, lend your junior sister a hand later."
Hearing this, Xiao Ruobai revealed an honest smile that said I knew it, and patted his chest with practiced ease. "Don't worry, Master! Leave it to me!"
"Junior Sister, it's fine. You'll get used to it. When I first came to Purple Bamboo Peak, I also chopped bamboo and built my own house. It's quite sturdy!"
As he spoke, he pointed to a bamboo hut not far away that looked quite rough and solid, even carrying a bit of a war fortress style.
Fang Hanyu also nodded along and added a sentence, his tone revealing the calm of someone who had been there: "Me too."
Ling Xi was speechless.
She looked at her two senior brothers' accustomed, and even slightly nostalgic expressions, and then looked at her master's relaxed face that said it's settled then. For a moment, she was completely at a loss for words.
She took a deep breath of this overly dense spiritual energy, then looked at her future residence that needed to be built with her own hands, feeling a complex mix of emotions in her heart.
So, the configuration of this Purple Bamboo Peak was: top-tier cultivation environment, paired with... a self-built thatched cottage from a beginner's village?
This master's style of doing things was truly... unique.
While Ling Xi was still secretly grieving over her wildly styled bamboo hut fully crafted by her two senior brothers, trying hard to adapt to the huge contrast of top-tier environment plus self-built housing, Gu Changge had already strolled leisurely to the edge of the spiritual fields.
The Azure Sky Bull, Lao Huang, was lying next to a patch of exceptionally well-growing spiritual rice. Its huge bovine eyes were half-squinted, looking like it was enjoying a leisurely retirement.
But upon closer inspection, one could find that the muscles all over its body were actually slightly tense. The corner of its eye constantly and vigilantly glanced at Gu Changge's movements. This was a conditioned reflex cultivated from years of having its meat sliced off.
Gu Changge stood still in front of it, stroking his chin, his gaze sweeping over its sturdy brisket and tenderloin.
Lao Huang immediately shuddered. It let out a low moo from its throat, tinged with a bit of grievance and wariness. Its tail flicked uneasily, as if saying: A-again? Which piece are you cutting today? Can you be gentle?
However, Gu Changge suddenly laughed. He reached out and patted its broad back, his tone carrying a bit of teasing and a rare magnanimity.
"Alright, Lao Huang, don't put on that cowardly look. Don't worry, I won't eat your meat today."
Lao Huang's huge eyes widened abruptly, doubting if it had heard wrong. It even forgot to chew the spiritual grass in its mouth.
Gu Changge slowly added, "Recently, some readers have felt sorry for you. They say you diligently farm the fields, yet constantly get your meat sliced off, which is too tragic. So, we'll change our taste today."
Lao Huang froze for a moment. A trace of disbelief flashed through its huge eyes, followed immediately by an explosion of ecstatic light!
It jerked its head up, almost knocking over the nearby spiritual rice seedlings. It let out cheerful and loud moos from its throat, its tail spinning like a windmill. It wished it could roll around on the spot a few times to express its inner excitement.
Readers! Which kind-hearted readers! I, Lao Huang, thank you all! I will remember your great kindness and virtue! I finally don't have to suffer the knife!
After the ecstasy passed, Lao Huang's gaze subconsciously turned to the new face not far away—Ling Xi.
Its huge eyes blinked, carrying a hint of curiosity and scrutiny.
This newly arrived little girl looked to have delicate skin and tender meat, and her cultivation was also very weak... Could the change of taste Gu Changge mentioned refer to this?
It couldn't help but lick its nose, its eyes unexpectedly revealing an apologetic look.
Stared at by this Azure Sky Bull with a profound aura and eyes that suddenly turned a bit greedy, Ling Xi felt a chill in her heart and subconsciously took half a step back.
Why is this bull's look so strange?
Gu Changge took one look at Lao Huang's expression and immediately knew that the old ox had gotten the wrong idea. Exasperated, he flicked his finger, shooting out a wisp of energy that lightly struck Lao Huang on the nose.
"What are you thinking about! This is my new disciple, Lingxi."
Lao Huang let out a pained moo and shook his head in grievance. The greedy look in his eyes instantly morphed into sudden realization, followed by a trace of embarrassment.
So it was a new little disciple. He had almost completely misunderstood!
He quickly blinked his bell-sized eyes at Lingxi in what he assumed was a friendly manner to welcome her. However, no matter how one looked at it, his smile was somewhat terrifying.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
