The chat group was unusually quiet at the moment, with no one spamming messages—probably everyone was busy cultivating. Only Chen Yi, who had already reached the end of the world, had this much free time.
Without hesitation, he broke the silence.
[Multiverse Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group #108]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: @everyone, why is no one talking? What are you all doing? Come out and have some fun!]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Does anyone need help?]
[Unemployed God of Light: Group Leader, you’ve finished your tribulation? Did you ascend to immortality? I just sensed an incredibly terrifying pressure—was that from you?]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: That was the pressure from the Heavenly Tribulation. I didn’t succeed. Not playing anymore, I’m out.]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: Damn, big bro, you can just choose whether or not to face the Heavenly Tribulation like that?]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Obviously. Why would I throw myself into certain death when I know I can’t win?]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: But... if you don’t face the tribulation at the Transcending Mortality stage, how can you ascend to immortality?]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Only those who survive the tribulation become immortals. Those who fail don’t even get to be ghosts. Escaping unscathed under the pursuit of the Heavenly Tribulation is a skill—most Transcending Mortality cultivators can’t even run away!]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: Ah, I get it now. The best strategy is to retreat and live to fight another day. Group Leader, I want to learn this. Can you teach me?]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Talk to me when you reach that level.]
[Two-Sleeved Sword Immortal: Group Leader, I have a small question too. Can I ask?]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Speak!]
[Two-Sleeved Sword Immortal: When I use Sword Flight, I always struggle with precise control—sudden stops, acceleration, flips—it’s not smooth at all. The enemy usually dodges before my sword even reaches them. How do I fix this?]
[Unemployed God of Light: Not smooth? Must be because your old phone is lagging. I recommend... Oh wait, wrong chat.]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: @Two-Sleeved Sword Immortal, this means your fundamentals are weak and your mental focus is scattered. My advice? Git gud!]
[Group Leader shared the file "Mind Control Art"]
[Two-Sleeved Sword Immortal: Amazing! Thank you, Group Leader, for sharing this technique!]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: Holy crap! A soul cultivation method! Thanks, Group Leader!]
[Unemployed God of Light: I don’t fully understand it, but this technique looks insanely powerful. Love you, Group Leader!]
[Runner-Up in the Cultivation World: Group Leader, are you free right now? I’m about to do something big—I might need your help!]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Oh? What’s up?]
In a mist-shrouded mountain, a portly man sat on a large rock, cradling a wine jar with a hollow bamboo straw, slurping noisily until his face turned red. Drunk and bleary-eyed, he muttered to himself.
"You’re getting married, but the groom isn’t me..."
"In this lonely corner, I wipe away my tears in secret..."
[Runner-Up in the Cultivation World: Group Leader, my white moonlight is marrying someone else. We used to be so in love...]
[Runner-Up in the Cultivation World: 2,106 days—2,106 whole days! What was the point of all those beautiful memories?]
[Runner-Up in the Cultivation World: Group Leader, what should I do?]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: ?]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: Pfft, white moonlight? You were just infatuated with her looks, mixed with some deep-seated insecurity, then draped her in divine light. After failing to win her, she became your "white moonlight," and you, my friend, became a slave to that illusion!]
[Two-Sleeved Sword Immortal: Damn, bro, are you possessed by an Immortal Venerable or something?]
[Unemployed God of Light: That’s some next-level wisdom!]
[Runner-Up in the Cultivation World: Should I try to win her back?]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: The Great Dao shouldn’t be this narrow. You should look forward, not stubbornly beg for her to change her mind!]
[Unemployed God of Light: Exactly! Fang Zheng is right. Don’t be a clown—don’t let her move on while you’re still stuck in the past!]
[Runner-Up in the Cultivation World: But I started cultivating for her. If I lose her, even immortality won’t bring me happiness!]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: Are you seriously this dense?!]
[Unemployed God of Light: Ever considered that cultivation is about becoming a better version of yourself... so you can meet an even better fairy?]
[Runner-Up in the Cultivation World: She IS my fairy. I love her!!!]
[Two-Sleeved Sword Immortal: You idiot, what are you planning?!]
[Runner-Up in the Cultivation World: Thank you all—you’ve helped me realize what I truly want. I’m off!]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: Why thank us?! Did you even listen to a single word?!]
[Two-Sleeved Sword Immortal: This guy’s gone mad!]
[Unemployed God of Light: Group Leader, say something!]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Hmm. What’s her cultivation level?]
Chen Yi didn’t really care—he was only interested in how many points he could earn.
But the Runner-Up in the Cultivation World’s avatar grayed out. Clearly, he was already sprinting for love.
Seeing this, Chen Yi shrugged and turned his attention to Fang Zheng.
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: @I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice, Fang Zheng, what’s your situation? Are they really just surrounding you and doing nothing?]
Logically, the brutal cultivation world shouldn’t be this peaceful. Especially when the enemy had overwhelming strength, they should’ve broken Fang Zheng’s legs on the first day, then skinned him alive the next to crush his son’s spirit. Why wait?
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: Group Leader, I get what you mean. But it’s not that they don’t want to torture me—it’s that they can’t!]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Explain.]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: The Fang Clan may be down, but we once had a Saint Realm ancestor. Our clan’s Saint-grade protective formation is still active. As long as we stay inside, we’re safe for now. To break it, they need a Quasi-Imperial artifact from their own clan. These three days are the time they need to retrieve it.]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Got it. What’s the enemy’s highest combat power?]
At the Fang Clan’s stronghold, Fang Zheng, having just reassured his clansmen, clenched his fists. He glanced up at the Wang Clan’s ancestor floating high above, coldly observing everything, as if making a decision.
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: The highest is 2.3 million. Big bro, should we strike now?]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: 1.]
Understanding, Fang Zheng seized the moment when his clansmen weren’t looking and charged outside!
The incident happened so suddenly that by the time the Fang clan members realized what was happening, Fang Zheng had already stepped beyond the protective barrier of their ancestral formation.
"Clan Leader!!!"
"Why are you going out alone? Were your words about a mysterious powerhouse coming to our aid just a lie?!"
"This won't do, Clan Leader! We agreed to face this together—how can you bear it alone? At worst, it's just death! We've endured humiliation for too long; today, I won't hold back! I'll stand with you!"
"The Fang Clan has no cowards!!!"
"......"
The fervor that had just settled among the Fang clansmen flared up once more.
I knew it... Fang Zheng sighed inwardly. Seeing his clansmen's eyes burning with determination, he had no choice but to helplessly draw his sword and press it against his own neck, his voice grave as he shouted,
"Don’t come any closer! All of you, go back! The calamity my son brought upon us—I alone will shoulder it!"
"Take another step, and I’ll end my life before your eyes!"
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.
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.”
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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."
