Fang Hanyu's gaze swept across the battlefield. Beside the remains of Venerable Withered Bone, Shadowless, and Murong Qiu, who had just taken his own life, scattered their storage artifacts and some personal belongings with dimming spiritual light.
His expression remained unchanged. With a roll of his sleeve, an invisible force gathered all the valuable spoils of war cleanly and efficiently, without the slightest hesitation.
He looked up, his gaze sweeping through the surrounding void as if it were tangible. Those prying divine senses hidden in the dark felt as if they had been pricked by needles, hastily retreating and concealing themselves.
This place was surrounded by tigers and wolves. Many had witnessed this battle, so there was no need to destroy the corpses to erase the traces. It was better to just leave and let them serve as a deterrent.
"Let's go."
Fang Hanyu withdrew his gaze. His tone remained concise, yet it seemed to carry a trace of imperceptible heaviness.
The three did not delay. Xiao Ruobai circulated his vitality and blood. The wisp of black energy on his left arm faded a bit more under the grinding of his vigorous War God blood. He grinned carelessly and took the lead, transforming into a streak of dark golden light that shot into the sky.
Ling Xi lightly flicked her sleeves. With a flash of a green shadow, she followed as if teleporting.
Fang Hanyu rolled up his sword light, bringing the little fatty close behind.
Several streaks of light vanished into the distant horizon in an instant, leaving only the devastated battlefield to tell the tale of the thrilling battle that had just occurred.
After their figures completely disappeared into the horizon, about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, confirming there was no more danger, a few bolder figures who prided themselves on their concealment abilities quietly descended from different directions like ghosts, impatiently lunging toward the remains of the three Kings.
"Quick! See if they missed anything!"
"Venerable Withered Bone's hidden treasures might still be here!"
"Shadowless's personal soft armor is a treasure!"
"Although Murong Qiu's Autumn Water Sword is broken, the sword embryo material is still top-tier!"
However, after they searched carefully, their faces all became a colorful display of expressions.
Apart from that tattered gray robe, Venerable Withered Bone's body was completely empty.
Shadowless's corpse was picked so clean that not even a single hair was left. Beside Murong Qiu's remains, only the completely shattered, spiritless mortal iron fragments of the Autumn Water Sword remained.
"This... this..."
A cultivator with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks stomped his feet in anger, unable to hold back his curses. "Damn it! And they call themselves prodigies! Descendants of peerless experts! Who does things like this?! Killing them is one thing, but looting them this clean?! Not even leaving a sip of soup?! This... this is too unruly!"
Another old man was also full of frustration, resentfully kicking a nearby stone. "Exactly! Three Kings! They could have at least left some scraps! These brats have hands that are way too fast! They're more efficient than professional corpse looters!"
The few of them looked at each other in dismay, eventually dispersing empty-handed while cursing under their breath.
In their hearts, the impression of those three young fiends, aside from being powerful and mysterious, was fiercely appended with another trait: plucking a feather from a passing goose, leaving not a single blade of grass!
The wind continued to whimper, sweeping across the empty battlefield, leaving only a few gradually cooling corpses to tell the cruelty of the cultivation path, and... the outrageous thriftiness of certain people.
At the peak of the Purple Bamboo Summit, above the sea of clouds.
Gu Changge stood by the railing, dressed in white.
His handsome face was completely calm, but a trace of complex emotion flashed through his deep eyes.
"That child Ruobai has pure battle intent, fighting braver as the battle goes on. The War God Physique has boundless potential... He's a good seedling."
He nodded slightly, quite approving of Xiao Ruobai's performance.
"Hanyu is meticulous, possessing a clear sword heart. His Primal Chaos Sword Intent has already taken shape; his future is limitless..."
However, when his gaze seemingly replayed Ling Xi's world-shocking finger strike, he couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Xi'er... is ultimately a reincarnated Great Emperor from her past life. Her foundation is simply too profound. Although this Dao-Severing Finger is only scratching the surface, it still touches upon the origin laws... Sigh, it's still too conspicuous."
His gaze then turned to Murong Qiu's corpse.
"Time... is the most ruthless."
He whispered softly, his gaze cast deep into the sea of clouds, as if witnessing the flow of the river of time.
"No matter how stunningly talented or what an unmatched hero you are, you will eventually turn to dust. Murong Qiu... is a prime example."
Thinking of Murong Qiu, a former prodigy who was ultimately trapped by his lifespan, his Dao heart clouded, ending up in such a desolate state, Gu Changge couldn't help but feel a sense of emotional vigilance.
On this cultivation path that defies the heavens, talent and serendipity are certainly important, but living long enough is what makes one the ultimate winner.
Wasn't he himself relying on... well... his own hard work, diligently signing in day after day... to step by step reach where he was today?
Witnessing this great battle today, especially Murong Qiu's ending, gave him a deeper appreciation for the word longevity.
With a slight shift of his mind, just as he did every day, he silently chanted in his heart: System, sign in.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for a successful sign-in. You have obtained 10,000 years of cultivation base!
Ding! Sign-in successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Ten-Thousand-Year Lifespan Pill x10!
Ding! Congratulations to the host for additionally obtaining Great Emperor Dao Fruit x10!
Three cold notification sounds echoed in his mind one after another.
A slight ripple appeared in Gu Changge's calm eyes. Today's sign-in rewards were somewhat different from usual.
"Oh? Ten-Thousand-Year Lifespan Pills... ten of them?"
He muttered softly to himself, his tone carrying a faint trace of surprise.
"And these Great Emperor Dao Fruits... ten of them?" His brows couldn't help but twitch slightly, a flash of genuine interest appearing in his eyes.
"I've signed in for two fresh novelties today."
With a thought, the illusory light screen that only he could see quietly unfolded.
His gaze did not first fall on the Great Emperor Dao Fruits, but rather on the ten Ten-Thousand-Year Lifespan Pills that were swirling with boundless life force.
The pills were the size of longans, perfectly round, covered in profound pill veins, and emitted a refreshing fragrance. They possessed a ceaselessly circulating Dao rhythm of accumulated time and endless vitality.
Ten-Thousand-Year Lifespan Pill: Upon consumption, it can increase lifespan by ten thousand years. The medicinal properties are mild with no side effects, and multiple pills can be stacked.
"Increases lifespan by ten thousand years... mild properties, stackable."
Gu Changge nodded slightly, a trace of satisfaction within his calm expression.
"Mm, this item is quite practical. The more, the better."
For someone like him who pursued longevity, the value of this hard currency that could directly and stably increase lifespan went without saying; it could be called a foundational item.
After finishing his inspection, his gaze slowly shifted to the ten dazzling Great Emperor Dao Fruits wrapped in primal chaos aura.
They were not physical objects, but rather ten radiant clusters of light wrapped in primal chaos aura, continuously rising and falling. Inside each cluster seemed to be a complete cosmic starry sky, with countless Great Dao runes being born and extinguished, emitting a majestic aura of perfection and supremacy that was enough to make all Daos submit!
Great Emperor Dao Fruit: A complete Dao Fruit condensed from the lifelong Great Dao comprehensions, law origins, and Emperor Realm destiny of a fallen Great Emperor.
Upon refining it, a cultivator can ignore aptitude bottlenecks, directly inherit their Great Dao, and instantly achieve the position of a Great Emperor.
Note: The realm and potential of the achieved Great Emperor are related to the compatibility between the Dao Fruit's original owner and the refiner.
"Directly achieve the Great Emperor realm..."
Gu Changge softly repeated the description, a playful gleam flashing across his deep, profound eyes.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.”
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.
