This object was condensed from the essence of the spirit vein. A single drop was comparable to countless spirit stones, offering immense benefits to cultivation. It was also a peerless material for refining high-tier alchemical pills.
However, the warning restrictions laid down by the Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion flowed with radiant light, acting as an invisible wall that firmly sealed off the earth vein region.
"Wealth is found in danger! I'll just grab a little bit, just a little bit!"
Fatty Wang licked his lips, his eyes glowing with greed, yet he did not act impulsively.
His small eyes stared fixedly at the runes flowing across the restriction's light barrier. His chubby fingers traced aimlessly in the air as he muttered to himself:
"Kan Water shifts... Li Fire opens the life gate... This array looks tight, but the person who set it up did so in a hurry. There are slight flaws where the spiritual energy nodes connect... Hehe, there's a way in!"
If a master proficient in formations were present, they would definitely be astonished!
This seemingly unreliable fat man had, in an extremely short amount of time and relying solely on observation, accurately seen through the weak points of the restriction laid down by an elder-level figure of the Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion!
Holding his breath, his ten fingers flicked rapidly like butterflies fluttering through flowers. Microscopic threads of spiritual energy shot with pinpoint accuracy toward several inconspicuous nodes on the restriction's light barrier.
"Pop... Pop..."
With a few nearly inaudible soft sounds, the seemingly impenetrable light barrier was quietly opened by his opportunistic method, creating a temporary gap just large enough for one person to pass through!
The entire process was as fast as lightning, and it caused almost no spiritual energy fluctuations!
"Now is the time!"
A sharp glint flashed in Fatty Wang's eyes. Moving like a loach, he swooshed through the gap!
Taking advantage of the earth qi turbulence and spiritual energy concealment caused by the Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion collecting the spirit vein, he darted like a faint golden shadow straight toward the spirit jade wall at the foundation of the earth vein, which was nurturing the spirit milk!
A smooth and warm jade shovel appeared in his hand. Aiming at a spot on the spirit wall with profound textures, he thrust it down accurately and swiftly!
However, at the exact same moment Fatty Wang made his move, another even more violent and domineering figure crashed down from the other side of the valley like a falling meteorite!
The mysterious burly man was dressed in black. His figure expanded wildly, turning into a small giant. His massive, palm-leaf-fan-like hand reached directly for the supreme earth-grade spirit vein that had already been pulled halfway into the air!
His aura was monstrous, as if he wanted to grasp the entire heaven and earth in his palm!
Caught off guard, the people of the Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion were both shocked and enraged. Roaring furiously, they summoned their magical treasures and unleashed their divine abilities. Countless brilliant yet deadly rays of light blasted toward the giant hand, attempting to stop this unexpected interloper.
But Shi Wanshan's heavy and powerful grab carried a force that destroyed all resistance. Not only did he forcefully snatch more than half of the spirit vein, but the terrifying shockwaves of his explosive qi swept out like a fierce storm!
The elders and disciples of the Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion, along with their magical treasures and formations, were like paper mache in the face of this absolute gap in power. Unable to even let out more than a few miserable screams, their vital energy and blood churned violently, they saw stars, and one after another, they fainted and collapsed to the ground, unable to rise.
Right at this moment, he suddenly sensed a figure deep underground near the spirit vein. Dressed in a night-stalker outfit and masked, the person had completely concealed their aura and was extremely well-hidden. Yet, they could not escape his Saint-level divine sense. The person was preparing to secretly dig out the earth vein spirit milk.
His brow furrowed imperceptibly. "Where did this petty thief come from? Hiding their head and showing their tail, they actually dare to snatch food from the tiger's mouth?"
Shi Wanshan's giant hand, still gripping the spirit vein, casually diverted a sliver of power in Fatty Wang's direction, waving it offhandedly as if brushing away dust!
In that split second, Fatty Wang felt what true despair meant!
He only felt the surrounding space instantly solidify. The Minor Void Teleportation Talisman, which he usually took pride in and considered his greatest reliance, was now like waste paper, entirely unable to be activated!
Fatty Wang's pupils shrank abruptly. At the juncture of life and death, an extreme desire to survive erupted within him!
His left hand violently slapped his waist. The Golden Silk Cicada Wing Armor hidden under his clothes was instantly activated. A faint golden light barrier, like flowing liquid metal, tightly wrapped around his body.
His right hand simultaneously pulled out a dark black tortoise shell talisman. As spiritual energy was frantically poured into it, the talisman paper transformed into a half-zhang large, pitch-black tortoise shell that shielded his front.
Even more astonishingly, the fat all over his body suddenly tightened, and faint cyan patterns surfaced beneath his skin. It was actually a powerful physical body far surpassing his peers!
"Bang!"
The moment the qi struck the tortoise shell, the pitch-black shell was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks. With a crack, it shattered. The residual force penetrated the light barrier and viciously smashed into Fatty Wang's chest.
The light barrier of the Golden Silk Cicada Wing Armor trembled violently. The faint golden patterns snapped inch by inch, ultimately dissolving into a sky full of light specks.
As his physical body took this blow, Fatty Wang only felt his internal organs churning. A metallic sweetness welled up in his throat, but he forcefully relied on his externally trained physical body to endure the sensation of annihilation.
Yet the impact of the qi still hadn't dissipated. Like a cannonball with a broken string, his bones creaked all over as he was sent flying backward uncontrollably, his ears filled with the shrieking sound of tearing space.
The Golden Silk Cicada Wing Armor was completely ruined, the tortoise shell talisman was reduced to slag, and even his highly trained physical body was covered in dense, bloody lacerations.
The world spun, and he lost all five senses!
He didn't know how far he flew. Finally, with a thud, he crashed heavily into a patch of extremely dense and resilient ancient shrubbery. The powerful momentum even caused him to plow a shallow trench into the ground.
In the final instant before completely losing consciousness, Fatty Wang's only thought was: "...Your Grandpa Fat... this time... seems like... I'm really... going to fall apart..."
Immediately after, his head tilted to the side, and he passed out completely, losing all consciousness. The jade shovel in his hand had long since flown off to who knows where.
In the blink of an eye, the previously fiercely contested scene was left with only Shi Wanshan standing proudly alone. He looked at the spirit vein in his hand, which flowed with radiant light and emitted an overwhelming spiritual aura, and nodded in satisfaction.
At this moment, his falcon-like gaze casually swept across the area, naturally catching sight of the fat man he had conveniently swatted into the bushes, leaving only two feet sticking out.
"To actually be able to block a sliver of my power, he has some skill. Hiding his head and showing his tail, he definitely isn't a good person."
He walked over to the fat youth, muttering as he squatted down. He first yanked off the spatial storage ring from the other party's hand. As his divine sense probed inside, a look of astonishment immediately appeared on his rugged face.
"Oho? This kid in black has quite a thick foundation of wealth!"
Inside the storage ring, items were packed to the brim and sorted by category. The most eye-catching thing was a short blade in the corner emitting a dark gleam. The blade was engraved with dense kingly runes; it was actually a King-grade magical artifact.
Standing next to it were three Heaven-grade magical artifacts: one was a brilliantly glowing golden silk soft sword, one was a black iron shield capable of automatically protecting its master, and the last was a flag made of an unknown material.
Searching further inside, high-tier spiritual herbs were piled up like small mountains. There was even half a stalk of Netherworld Ice Flame Grass bearing ice crystal patterns, which was a supreme treasure for body refinement!
Jade bottles containing alchemical pills filled up twelve entire boxes. The talismans were even more exaggerated. Aside from dozens of silver Minor Void Teleportation Talismans, there were five golden Vajra Talismans, three purple Restriction-Breaking Talismans, and even a Death Substitution Talisman emitting a black glow, evidently a bottom-of-the-box life-saving treasure.
There were also various other treasures scattered about.
The more Shi Wanshan searched, the more astonished he became. He fished out two more aura-concealing artifacts from the other party's robes: a Shadow Cloak capable of hiding one's presence, and a Morphing Jade Pendant that could distort one's figure. Both were top-tier Heaven-grade treasures.
His gaze then fell upon the tattered robes worn by the chubby youth. Although mostly shredded by his qi, the material was clearly rare Flameglint Silk, impervious to water and fire. It had originally been a Heaven-grade protective garment, but unfortunately, his casual strike just now had shattered its spiritual light, reducing it to scrap cloth.
"Bizarre... Are petty thieves this wealthy nowadays?"
The sheer number of Heaven-grade treasures on this person could rival the inventory of a major sect.
He pinched a piece of Stardust Iron and weighed it in his hand, then casually yanked off the other's face veil to see his true appearance. "Let me see which blind fool this is..."
The moment the black cloth slipped away, Shi Wanshan's movements suddenly froze.
This chubby face before him, which carried a hint of grievance even in unconsciousness, was one he had just seen a couple of days ago. Wasn't this the little lackey who was always hanging around that boy Ruobai?!
"This... How did this chubby kid end up here?"
Gripping the face veil, Shi Wanshan stared at Fatty Wang on the ground, whom he had stripped down to his inner garments, his expression becoming quite spectacular.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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."
