Fatty Wang looked at his senior martial brothers and sisters enjoying themselves harmoniously, then gazed at the elegant but slightly desolate new houses in the distance, and finally turned back to look at the seemingly simple but lively dwellings of his senior brothers. A simple, honest, and firm smile appeared on his plump face.
He shook his head and said, Eldest Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Sister! Those new houses are nice, but it would be too lonely for me to live there all by myself! I am not going over there!
Under the slightly surprised gazes of the others, Fatty Wang raised his hand and pointed to a small open space next to Xiao Ruobai's wooden cabin, his eyes sparkling. I will just build a small hut right next to Eldest Senior Brother's place! Living close to my senior brothers makes me feel at ease!
He scratched his head and chuckled, Anyway, I am good at building houses! I can even help you guys with repairs in the future!
Xiao Ruobai was taken aback for a moment. Looking at Fatty Wang's unfeigned, sincere gaze, his heart instantly warmed.
He understood that this little fatty genuinely wanted to get closer to everyone.
He let out a loud laugh and threw his arm around Fatty Wang's shoulders. Good! Good boy! You have got a good eye! You know you will eat well if you follow your Eldest Senior Brother! Alright, then build it next to me! I will help you!
Just as he finished speaking, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard. Xuanyangzi and Shi Wanshan walked over quickly, one after the other.
Their faces were as heavy as dark clouds pressing down. Their usual composure and liveliness were completely gone, and even their steps were somewhat hurried.
Gu Changge raised an eyebrow, the teacup in his hand pausing slightly.
Although Xuanyangzi's temperament was occasionally flighty, he was by no means someone who could not keep his composure. For him to reveal such an expression, something major must have happened.
Changge!
As soon as Xuanyangzi entered the courtyard gate, he strode up to Gu Changge, his face full of self-blame and anxiety, his tone even trembling a little.
Something happened! The Third Patriarch... he is missing!
Shi Wanshan followed behind, also wearing a sorrowful expression, and added, After the First Patriarch and I returned to the sect, we found that the Third Patriarch had not returned. We cannot reach him with the communication jade slips either. The patriarchs are going crazy with worry!
Xuanyangzi fiercely pounded his thigh, extremely annoyed. It is all my fault! It is all because I let it slip and told him about Ruobai. I could not stop him!
Upon hearing this, the expressions of Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, and Ling Xi drastically changed!
They had previously experienced a great battle where the First Patriarch had stepped forward to block Elder Ying's killing blow for them, and had even beaten the Glazed Holy Lord into a steady retreat. They never expected that the sect had actually mobilized another patriarch for their sake!
The Third Patriarch had ventured deep into the territory of the Glazed Holy Land all by himself just to vent their anger, and now... he had lost contact?!
This news was like a bolt from the blue, smashing fiercely into the hearts of the three!
Xiao Ruobai suddenly clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
The color instantly drained from his heroic face, and his eyes filled with shock, self-blame, and an indescribable heaviness!
He opened his mouth but could not make a sound.
He never thought that the storm he and his junior martial siblings had stirred up during their outside experience would draw a sect patriarch to personally take action, even potentially falling into danger!
A strong sense of guilt and responsibility instantly overwhelmed him.
Fatty Wang had just become a disciple and had not even had time to digest his joy before hearing such news. He also grew tense, his chubby face wrinkling into a ball.
Gu Changge looked at Xuanyangzi's self-blaming appearance, rubbing the rim of his cup with his fingertips, but he already understood in his heart.
He had left a hidden life-saving mark on all the patriarchs back then. If they truly encountered fatal danger, the mark would definitely be triggered. At this moment, the mark on the Third Patriarch showed no abnormal movements, meaning his life was clearly not in danger.
Thinking of this, Gu Changge's mind stirred slightly. His divine sense spread out like an endless tide, instantly piercing through the barrier of the Azure Profound Sect, sweeping past the mountains and rivers of the Eastern Region, and enveloping the entire Black Yellow Great World.
Mountains, rivers, vegetation, secret realms, dangerous lands, and deep sea abysses were all under the shroud of his divine sense. The auras of billions of living beings were as clear as the starry sky.
In just a single breath, Gu Changge locked onto a familiar aura.
A playful curve suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth. He put down his teacup, raised his hand, and waved. A spiritual light condensed in front of everyone, transforming into a clear image.
In the image, it was not some ordinary place, but a magnificent, ancient tomb exuding endless pressure.
The tomb passage was deep and long, and the stone walls on both sides were engraved with obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient runes. Faint light flickered as the runes circulated, and a heavy aura sealed for tens of thousands of years permeated the air, mixed with a faint sense of decay and majesty.
Even if it was just the aura transmitted through the image, it made Xuanyangzi and the others subconsciously hold their breath, only feeling a heavy weight in their hearts. This was definitely not an ordinary ancient tomb; it must be the burial ground of some ancient mighty figure!
The Third Patriarch stood with his hands behind his back, his expression normal, except for a bit more curiosity between his brows.
Beside him were dozens of young disciples wearing the attire of the Glazed Holy Land, all with terrified expressions, trembling with fear.
They saw the Third Patriarch kick a disciple in the rear, pointing at an erratic, eerie black shadow emitting black smoke ahead, and yell impatiently.
What are you dawdling for! Go up there and find out the background of that black thing for me!
The disciple who was kicked out by the Third Patriarch stumbled. In the dim runic light of the tomb passage, that side profile filled with terror and humiliation was exceptionally clear. It was none other than Xue Wuhen, who had previously been suppressed in a latrine by Fatty Wang's underhanded tactics and lost all face!
At this moment, he no longer had the arrogant air he used to have as the Quasi-Holy Son of the Glazed Holy Land. His white clothes were stained with dust and dirt, his hair was messy, and his originally haughty brows and eyes were twisted together, leaving only pure fear.
The Third Patriarch stood behind him with his hands on his hips, his tone extremely impatient. He did not pay any attention to this disciple's identity, just treating him as a random small fry caught from the Glazed Holy Land.
Xue Wuhen trembled all over, staring at the erratic, bone-chilling black shadow ahead. His teeth chattered, but he did not dare turn around to argue back.
He braced himself and moved forward, cursing the old man who had abducted him thousands of times in his heart.
The Third Patriarch stood behind with his arms crossed, watching the show, while muttering to himself.
What kind of hellhole is this? I originally caught you little brats and wanted to find a pit to suppress you in for a few hundred years. But when I was looking for a spot, I did not control my strength well, directly broke through the earth's crust, and fell into this broken tomb!
It turned out that after the Third Patriarch chased them out of the sect, he quickly caught dozens of young disciples from the Glazed Holy Land just outside their territory.
He originally wanted to suppress them all in a latrine pit, but later found looking for a latrine too troublesome, so he simply wanted to find a hidden place to dig a pit and suppress them for a few hundred years to temper their character.
But as he picked and chose, he felt that an ordinary pit was not secure enough and wanted to find a deeper, more hidden location. When he struck, he failed to control his power properly, unexpectedly breaking straight through the deep rock strata and accidentally blundering into this mysterious large tomb that had been sealed for tens of thousands of years.
The image flashed and disappeared, and the heavy expressions on everyone's faces instantly turned into astonishment.
Xuanyangzi was stunned for a long time before muttering, This... the aura of this ancient tomb looks quite scary! The Third Patriarch actually barged into a place like this?
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.
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.”
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)
