Junior Brother Gu.
Xuanyangzi put down his teacup. His voice carried a trace of imperceptible probing, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up into deep crevices, making him look exactly like an old fox eyeing a chicken coop.
Look here, the sect tournament is fast approaching, and the disciples are cultivating with immense fervor, but the reward list is still completely empty.
As their martial uncle, shouldn't you take out a few treasures to serve as prizes?
As he spoke, he unconsciously rubbed his fingers together. His eyes darted toward Gu Changge's storage ring, looking as if his gaze could pierce right through the band to see the mountains of treasures hoarded inside.
Gu Changge pushed a plate of washed grapes over, his tone flat.
What treasures? The spiritual energy here is just a bit denser than elsewhere, that's all. I don't have anything else.
Hey, now you're just being dishonest.
Xuanyangzi slapped his thigh, his beard bristling.
I watched you grow up, kid. You think I don't know you?!
Gu Changge raised his eyes and glanced at him. What do you want?
Good heavens, listen to that tone! He asked what do you want instead of what do I have!
With a swoosh, Xuanyangzi suddenly sat bolt upright, nearly dropping the teacup in his hand.
He swallowed hard, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and rubbed his hands together as he spoke.
It doesn't need to be too precious, just something suitable for the young disciples. For example, a dharma artifact that can stabilize their cultivation realm, or a pill that can help them break through their bottlenecks...
Gu Changge didn't reply. His divine sense swept through his system space.
Inside the system space, phantoms of mountainous piles of treasures flashed by—the flowing light of the Primordial Pearl, the Dao rhythm of the Chaotic Green Lotus, the oppressive aura of Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons, innate spiritual fruits...
Most of them were divine artifacts that young disciples simply could not withstand.
He pondered for a moment before slowly speaking. Then I'll provide three King-tier treasures, ten Heaven-tier treasures, and add twenty Marrow Cleansing Pills.
His divine sense rapidly manipulated the system space, quickly refining these items.
With a soft clink, the still-smoking treasures landed one after another on the stone table.
On the scabbard of that King-tier spiritual sword, the final wisp of Dao rhythm had not yet fully solidified.
On the scales of the King-tier treasure armor, innate Dao patterns were still evolving on their own.
The rest of the treasures were all freshly baked.
Twenty Marrow Cleansing Pills spun around in a jade plate, their pill fragrance actually mixed with a scorching, fresh-out-of-the-oven aura.
Pfft—
Xuanyangzi spat out all the spiritual tea he had just sipped, the liquid dripping down his beard.
Staring at the treasures before him, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, and his voice pitched up. Wh-what the heck? Did I hear that right? King-tier? Heaven-tier treasures?!
He suddenly grabbed Gu Changge's wrist with such force that he nearly crushed the young man's bones.
Do you know what a King-tier treasure means? Our entire Azure Profound Sect only has two!
One is held by the patriarch in the forbidden grounds to suppress the sect's fortune, and the other is the heart-protecting mirror I risked my life to snatch from the Demon Abyss back in the day! And you? A tournament for young disciples, and you're using sect-defining treasures as rewards?!
Gu Changge calmly pulled his hand back and dusted off his sleeve. You were the one who said we needed to give the young disciples some motivation.
I know you're loaded, but how can you be this loaded?!
Every single piece was a paramount treasure capable of anchoring a sect.
Xuanyangzi stared at the treasures radiating intense, oppressive auras in front of him.
He was so angry that he blew into his beard and glared, pacing around the stone table three times.
Those are King-tier! Throwing just one of them out there would cause the Seven Great Sects to bash each other's heads in! You... you absolute spendthrift...
Xuanyangzi stomped his feet in utter heartache, his white beard twitching with anger.
Do you think King-tier weapons are roasted sweet potatoes? Eh! Why are they still hot?!
After saying that, he suddenly lunged at the table, spreading his arms to protect the treasures, and rapidly swept them into his storage ring, terrified that if he were even a second too slow, Gu Changge would change his mind.
I'll hold onto these for now! As for the tournament rewards, we'll just put up a Heaven-tier—no! Earth-tier! Earth-tier is more than enough!
Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly paused, his gaze landing on the jade plate. Wait, you said these Marrow Cleansing Pills are...
A while ago, I saw that Nine-Turn Golden Pills and Innate Spiritual Marrow could improve one's aptitude.
Gu Changge picked up a lustrous white pill. Fine golden patterns flowed across its surface.
I was bored, so I tinkered around and casually refined a few. They can probably, maybe, enhance a person's aptitude.
Xuanyangzi instantly held his breath, his eyes locked dead onto that pill as if he were witnessing some unimaginable miracle.
He swallowed dryly, his voice trembling.
En-enhance aptitude? Do you know what that means? So many disciples are stuck at bottlenecks simply because their aptitude isn't high enough! If this really works...
Who knows? I haven't tested them.
Gu Changge took out a jade bottle, casually swept the pills into it, and tossed it up and down.
If you want them, you can take these back for now.
Xuanyangzi snatched the jade bottle away, his hands shaking like a leaf, and hastily used his spiritual energy to seal the bottle's mouth with three layers.
Looking at the warm luster shining through the bottle, he suddenly remembered something and grabbed Gu Changge's arm again.
No! The effects of this pill are unknown; we can't just casually give it to the disciples. How about... we find a disciple to test it first? Forget it, I'll test it myself...
Gu Changge had just shelled a melon seed. Hearing this, he looked up. You?
Who else?
Xuanyangzi stiffened his neck, his fingertips tapping sharply against the bottle.
I can't use the disciples as guinea pigs. At my age, my cultivation is stable. Even if the medicinal properties are a bit fierce, I can withstand it.
He paused, suddenly gripping Gu Changge's wrist, his eyes turning slightly red.
If anything happens to me, please take good care of the patriarchs of the Azure Profound Sect. And Li Xuanfeng and those kids, their personalities are too erratic; they need to be kept in check...
Enough.
Gu Changge pulled his hand back. Seeing him act as if he were giving his dying words, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
You won't die.
Xuanyangzi didn't relax, instead clutching the jade bottle even tighter. You can't say that! Back in the day, my senior brother was testing a new medicine...
Gu Changge didn't listen to his rambling anymore. With a flick of his finger, another pill landed on the table.
This one was a size larger than the previous Marrow Cleansing Pills. The pill body glowed with a pearl-like luster, and the golden patterns flowing on its surface were even finer, with spiritual energy faintly condensing into a mist around it.
Use this one.
Xuanyangzi blinked. What's the difference?
I used a bit more ingredients.
Gu Changge said absentmindedly.
Xuanyangzi swallowed hard, suddenly grabbing Gu Changge's sleeve and squeezing out a flattering smile.
Changge, I treat you pretty well normally, right?
Seeing Gu Changge raise an eyebrow, he hurriedly started counting on his fingers.
When you first took over Purple Bamboo Peak, didn't I secretly slip you three bottles of Spirit Condensation Dew? Before, when you said you didn't have enough spiritual rice, didn't I have someone give you half of the Cauldron Peak's spiritual rice?
The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he sounded.
Even if I occasionally come over to leech some spiritual energy or ask for a couple of treasures, that's all for the sect! I trust you so much, you can't harm me... I haven't even taken a wife yet!
Watching his dramatic display, Gu Changge finally couldn't help but laugh.
He picked up the extra-ingredient Marrow Cleansing Pill and shoved it into Xuanyangzi's hand. Relax, you won't die.
Trembling, Xuanyangzi cupped the pill in his hands and tossed it into his mouth.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
