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!"
ial death, also known as "shè sǐ" in Chinese, generally refers to... well, never mind, it's not important. My name is Ye Cheng, and I'm about to experience social death firsthand. ... 【Host, your mission is to confess your love to the young lady of the Dongfang family, the current student council president, in a way that will be unforgettable for everyone at the freshman ceremony!】 【Host, assist the girl with a sprained ankle in front of you to reach the infirmary, and fulfill the wicked thoughts in your heart!】 【Host, act on your desires and punish the arrogant young lady before you mercilessly!】 【Host, follow your instincts—abandon shameful surrender, begging, or groveling, and ruthlessly criticize the domineering, ill-mannered young lady in front of you!】 【Host...】 Ye Cheng: "Here, here, you take this host role—I quit!" Wait, why is the girl with a sprained ankle the daughter of a mafia boss? And what kind of punishment method is this for the arrogant young lady? Also, who the heck said anything about wicked thoughts in my heart? Come out here, let’s settle this one-on-one!!! ... The haughty student council president, the scheming mafia princess, the fragile yandere young lady, the airheaded maid-in-waiting, the mixed-blood loli/...
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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!"
