After hearing Xuanyangzi's account of the situation, Gu Changge nodded slightly.
"Senior Brother is right to consider this. Sect disciples indeed need to experience the wind and rain of tempering. A greenhouse can only raise delicate flowers, not towering trees."
As he spoke, from the corner of his eye, he casually glanced toward the martial arts arena of Purple Bamboo Peak, thinking to himself: It really is time for those brats to go out and take a walk.
Bringing his thoughts back, Gu Changge thought of something and looked at Xuanyangzi. "The disturbances in the outside world are nothing but petty squabbles. A solid foundation for the sect is the true basis for our existence. How is the Cangyun Secret Realm operating nowadays?"
Hearing this, Xuanyangzi immediately perked up. His back involuntarily straightened a bit, a smile instantly bloomed on his face, and his eyes shone brightly.
"Good! Exceptionally good!"
He rubbed his hands together, so excited he was almost dancing with joy.
"Those hundred disciples entering the secret realm was simply like dragons entering the sea! Their progress is so fast it defies imagination! Those originally in the Foundation Establishment Realm have all successfully formed their cores, and many have already reached the middle stage of the Core Formation Realm or higher!
Of those originally in the Core Formation Realm, nearly half have touched the threshold of the Purple Mansion Realm. There are even seven or eight with exceptionally outstanding talent who have successfully broken through and officially stepped into the Purple Mansion Realm!"
The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, his voice rising higher. "Although the resource consumption is quite high, the results... are worth it! Absolutely worth it! At this rate, the overall strength of our Qingxuan Sect will soon multiply several times over! The future is promising, truly promising!"
The look he gave Gu Changge was full of gratitude and admiration. It was all thanks to his junior brother's profound blessing! To be able to bring out such a heaven-defying secret realm...
Gu Changge listened with a placid expression. These astonishing results were well within his expectations.
He set down his teacup and gently tapped the smooth rim with his fingertip. "Not bad. But the foundation must be solidly built. Do not blindly seek speed. Cultivation realms are illusory; only true combat power is real."
Xuanyangzi quickly reined in his excitement and solemnly replied, "Rest assured, Junior Brother. I will definitely pay attention to this and strictly supervise them, absolutely not allowing the disciples to rush for quick success."
"As for the core true disciples of the various peaks right now," Xuanyangzi's face filled with pride.
"After taking the Marrow Cleansing Pills you provided, their aptitudes have vastly improved, and their cultivation is progressing at a thousand miles a day! Now, they have basically all reached the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm, only a hair's breadth away from the Cave Heaven Realm!"
Reaching the most crucial point, Xuanyangzi's voice carried a slight tremble of excitement. He looked at Gu Changge with burning eyes, full of boundless gratitude and earnest expectation.
"Most importantly, the peak masters of the major peaks are now only one final step of accumulation and comprehension away from attempting to trigger the Sage Tribulation!
They are making their final preparations, adjusting their physical and mental states, planning to find an absolutely secure time and place in the near future to enter secluded cultivation and charge at the Sage Realm!"
Speaking of this, as if recalling something particularly amusing, the corners of his mouth could not help but turn up, revealing an expression of exasperated amusement.
"Oh my, I just have to laugh whenever I think about it!" He slapped his thigh.
"Junior Brother, you have no idea. Those old fellows usually hide their abilities better than anyone else! They wish they could suppress their cultivation down to the Purple Mansion Realm. But now? Seeing that the heavenly tribulation is approaching, every single one of them has exposed their fox tails!
Junior Brother Shi, that reckless brute, used to dare to fight people carrying just a broken sword. Now look at him! He hides in the Qingyue Peak treasury every day, wishing he could weld the ancestral Immovable Mountain King Armor onto his body!
A few days ago, he even beat around the bush asking me if he could borrow the ten-thousand-year black tortoise shell from the back mountain to wear on his head for emergencies...
They clearly all have incredibly profound accumulations, their cultivation practically overflowing from their pores, yet they simply refuse to undergo the tribulation! They are still constantly searching for all kinds of treasures, wishing they could hang every defensive artifact in the world on themselves to feel at ease!"
He laughed and shook his head. "The warehouse elder has complained to me several times, saying they are about to borrow all the good stuff from the sect's treasury!"
At this point, Xuanyangzi's expression slowly turned solemn again, and his tone returned to its previous earnestness.
"Sigh, jokes aside, the heavenly tribulation is incredibly perilous. Without a ninety-nine percent certainty, how is it any different from throwing one's life away? It is only human nature for them to be so nervous; this concerns the survival of our Qingxuan Sect's top-tier combat power in the future.
Therefore, Changge, when they undergo their tribulation, could I ask you to go and watch over them a bit? With you there holding the fort, my heart will finally be at ease."
Listening to Xuanyangzi's vivid description, Gu Changge pictured the nervous yet somewhat comical appearances of the peak masters in his mind and could not help but chuckle softly and shake his head.
"These old children. Senior Brother, rest assured. This is a major matter for the sect, and I naturally ought to contribute. When they are ready to make their breakthrough, just inform me of the time and place in advance, and I will be there on time."
His tone was steady, carrying a reassuring sense of reliability.
Hearing this definitive answer, Xuanyangzi felt as if a massive boulder had been lifted from his chest. An immense joy and a feeling of profound relief surged in his heart.
He let out a long, deep sigh of relief, stood up excitedly, and was about to bow deeply to Gu Changge. "Good! Good! Excellent! Changge, with your words, I am completely relieved! On their behalf, I thank you in advance!"
Gu Changge quickly reached out to support him invisibly, stopping him from bowing, his tone carrying a helpless smile. "What is Senior Brother doing? There is no need for such formalities between fellow sect members. They are also my senior brothers and sisters. If I can help, I naturally will not decline."
He picked up the teapot again, refilled Xuanyangzi's hot tea, and softened his tone. "Tell them to relax, prepare well, and not put too much pressure on themselves. I will handle things when the time comes."
After finishing the discussion about the secret realm, Xuanyangzi's face revealed a complex expression, a mix of amusement and emotion. He leaned in a bit closer. "Junior Brother, there is another amusing matter. It is about that... Lie Tianxiong from the Burning Heaven Palace."
"Oh?" Gu Changge raised an eyebrow slightly, recalling the scene he had witnessed a few days ago.
"Ever since that old fellow returned from the secret realm, it is as if he has become a completely different person! Now, he is vigorously promoting some strategic concealment policy within the Burning Heaven Palace!
He ordered all disciples to restrict their activities and strictly forbade them from causing trouble outside. He wishes the entire palace could turn into shrinking turtles, euphemistically calling it preserving one's life is the Great Dao of Immortality!"
He tapped the stone table gently, his tone somewhat helpless.
"Lie Tianxiong suddenly shrinking back like this actually caught us a bit off guard. In the past, with him baring his fangs and brandishing his claws in the front, attracting everyone's attention, it was actually more convenient for us to do many things. Now that he has chosen to hide, Xuan State has lost a target that can draw fire."
Listening to Xuanyangzi's analysis, Gu Changge thought that the sect master was indeed always worrying about the sect.
"This Lie Tianxiong... at least he knows to learn from his mistakes. These recent beatings have actually beaten out a sect that pursues the path of staying hidden." He picked up his teacup and spoke unhurriedly.
"With one less person baring their fangs and claws, and one more shrinking turtle, the waters of Xuan State might actually become clearer. As for the attention..."
He paused, his tone still relaxed: "When our Qingxuan Sect acts, why should we care about the opinions of others? We should just do what we always do. Let him lay low, and we will go about our own business. It is quite fine if we just do not disturb each other."
Hearing this, Xuanyangzi was taken aback for a moment, then clapped his hands and laughed heartily: "Hahaha, you are absolutely right! I was looking at it the wrong way! Let him keep a low profile all he wants; it matters as little as a clear breeze brushing over the hills! We will just keep doing what we need to do! Come, Junior Brother, drink your tea!"

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

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."

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.”

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.