Guided secretly by this inexplicably awakened constitution essence, the overbearing medicinal power of the Marrow Cleansing Pill seemed to have found its home.
It integrated into Fatty Wang's limbs and bones more efficiently and rapidly. Deeper impurities were expelled, and the speed of his transformation abruptly accelerated!
After an unknown amount of time, the medicinal effects were finally completely absorbed.
Fatty Wang slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath of foul air. Within that breath, there were actually faint phantoms of runes being born and extinguished!
He subconsciously inspected his inner body, and immediately, he was completely stunned.
His meridians were as broad and tough as heavenly riverbeds. Spiritual energy surged and flowed within them at a speed more than a hundred times faster than before!
Wherever the spiritual energy passed, it circulated smoothly without the slightest hindrance. He could even faintly hear the babbling of a stream and the humming of accompanying wind and thunder coming from within his body.
His divine sense was incomparably clear, and his perception had become exceptionally sharp. His entire body felt as if it had been completely reborn.
"Is... is this how it feels after an aptitude upgrade?"
Fatty Wang looked at his hands, unable to contain his excitement, as if truly knowing his own body for the first time.
His original aptitude was already at the Saint level, and now it had leaped into a realm he couldn't even imagine!
"Master's pill... is too miraculous! Not only has my aptitude improved, but I also seem to have gained some new insights into talismans?"
He muttered to himself but did not dare to ask too much.
Gu Changge's gaze swept over Fatty Wang, taking in all his changes, especially the essence of the Myriad Talisman Dao Body that had already awakened without the boy's knowledge.
"Spiritual energy like a tide, divine sense newly awakened, a spotless physical body—the foundation is finally solid. Hmm, Emperor-level aptitude, Myriad Talisman Dao Body. It's passable."
He muttered to himself in his usual flat tone, but the last sentence carried an almost imperceptible hint of a craftsman admiring his own satisfactory work.
"It seems... the ingredients were added just right this time."
"However, one must strike while the iron is hot."
Before the little fatty could fully recover from the reborn sensation brought by the Marrow Cleansing Pill, Gu Changge flicked his sleeve again.
A massive jade barrel appeared out of thin air in the courtyard. The barrel was filled with a crystal-clear liquid that emanated heart-palpitating energy fluctuations and an ancient aura. It was Great Emperor essence blood, diluted with Connate Spiritual Marrow.
"Get in and soak." Gu Changge's command was concise, clear, and allowed no room for doubt.
Fatty Wang looked at the jade barrel. Just sensing the aura exuding from the liquid inside made his newly calmed soul violently tremble once more.
Recalling the aching pain brought by the Marrow Cleansing Pill that had yet to fully dissipate, his chubby face turned pale. He subconsciously looked at Gu Changge, his voice tinged with a sob:
"Master! Have mercy, old man! Your disciple was almost refined into medicinal dregs just now, and my bones are still aching. At least let your disciple catch his breath!"
Hearing this, Gu Changge didn't even lift his eyelids; he merely gave him a faint glance.
With just that one glance, Fatty Wang felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe. Any thoughts of bargaining instantly vanished into thin air.
He shivered all over and dared not hesitate for another moment, frantically tearing off his outer garments, which were already reduced to rags.
Like a round rubber ball, he scrambled on all fours and tumbled right into the jade barrel with a swoosh, terrified that a moment's delay would bring an even more horrific punishment.
"Aaaaargh!!!"
The moment he was immersed in the essence blood, Fatty Wang let out a miserable howl ten times more agonizing than before!
The seemingly crystal-clear liquid now felt like billions of red-hot steel needles. Carrying a primordial and overbearing power, they frantically pierced into his every pore and drilled deep into his bone marrow!
Compared to the inside-out agony of the Marrow Cleansing Pill, this pain carried an added sharpness—the sensation of being forcibly invaded, torn apart, and fused by a terrifying external energy!
Extreme agony instantly overwhelmed him, causing the muscles all over his body to uncontrollably and violently spasm. The surface of his skin turned an abnormal blood-red, and his veins bulged out like horned dragons. He thrashed violently inside the jade barrel, looking as if he might explode at any moment!
Watching Fatty Wang's tragic and inhumane state, the muscles on Fang Hanyu's cold face twitched imperceptibly. It was as if he too recalled some unbearable memories from when he was tempered by their Master, and a flash of deep sympathy uncontrollably crossed his eyes.
After suffering in that living hell of pain for an unknown amount of time, the overbearing aura in the jade barrel finally began to subside, and the originally crystal-clear liquid turned somewhat murky.
Like a puddle of mud, Fatty Wang crawled out of the jade barrel on all fours almost purely on instinct. With a heavy thud, he collapsed limply onto the freezing ground, his violently heaving chest the only proof that he was still alive.
His skin was entirely red, like a boiled shrimp, and he lacked the strength to move even a single finger.
Gu Changge's gaze swept over the little fatty paralyzed on the ground. He nodded slightly, his flat tone devoid of any fluctuations: "Hmm, early stage of the Heaven and Human Realm. The flaw of superficiality has been removed. Now, this foundation is finally solid."
Hearing this, Fatty Wang, who was paralyzed on the ground, suddenly burst with an astonishing brilliance in his previously unfocused eyes caused by extreme pain and weakness!
He subconsciously inspected his inner body and saw that his meridians were not only broad and tough but also faintly emitted a warm, jade-like luster. The spiritual energy surging within them was several times thicker and more condensed, completely devoid of its former superficiality!
His entire body felt like divine iron that had been tempered thousands of times. Although he looked miserable on the outside, a majestic vitality and power were hidden within!
"S-Solid?!"
Immense ecstasy instantly washed away all his exhaustion and pain. Fatty Wang's nose tingled, and his eyes instantly turned red. He was so excited that he almost burst into tears for real.
All the previous torture and miserable howls held incomparable value at this very moment!
"Boohoo... Master! This suffering wasn't in vain!"
He cried out in a hoarse, sobbing voice.
Gu Changge looked at Fatty Wang, who was paralyzed on the ground and babbling incoherently from excitement, and a nearly imperceptible trace of satisfaction flashed through his eyes. He flicked his finger.
A streak of primal chaos-colored flowing light shot into Fatty Wang's glabella.
In an instant, Fatty Wang felt his soul rumble. Countless incomparably profound runes, array diagrams, and dharma incantations flooded into his sea of consciousness like a vast galaxy. The sheer volume of information and the loftiness of its intent far surpassed any talisman inheritance he had learned in the past!
Taixu Talisman Scripture!
Immediately after, an exquisite little nine-story pagoda, carved entirely from Primal Chaos Divine Jade and wrapped in phantoms of myriad runes, appeared out of thin air and slowly landed in Fatty Wang's embrace.
The pagoda felt warm to the touch yet as heavy as a mountain, exuding an ancient and profound aura. It was exactly the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon, the Talisman Pagoda, though Gu Changge had sealed a portion of its aura.
"Your talent in the Dao of Talismans is passable. Do not let down this pagoda and this scripture." Gu Changge's voice remained flat.
Before Fatty Wang could recover from this massive surprise, Gu Changge flicked his sleeve once again.
Several jade bottles glowing with precious light and a few treasures radiating intense spiritual energy floated in front of Fatty Wang.
Bottles upon bottles of supreme-grade medicinal pills, enough to sustain him through long periods of secluded cultivation without the fear of depleting his spiritual energy or exhausting his divine soul.
Stacks of top-tier talisman paper and spiritual ink, radiating fluctuations of various elemental attributes—the exact essential materials required for crafting high-level talismans.
There were even several protective magical treasures: an inner armor shimmering with a watery luster, and a jade pendant engraved with profound escape runes. One glance was enough to tell they were supreme artifacts meant for preserving life and fleeing from danger!
Fatty Wang stared at everything before him, completely dumbfounded.
A Great Emperor-level inheritance of the Talisman Dao!
An unfathomable Talisman Tower!
An ocean of top-tier medicinal pills and talisman-crafting materials!
There were even thoughtfully prepared life-saving magical treasures!
This... this was practically paving his entire path, from cultivation to survival, with the absolute highest tier of resources!
An overwhelming sense of euphoria and disbelief swallowed him like a tsunami.
I am not dreaming, am I?

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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."

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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.”