After listening to the Golden Dragon's account, Chen Yi summarized:
"So you're saying this Ling Xiao is a scumbag who deceived your feelings?"
Golden Dragon: "......"
After a pause, it replied gloomily, "Compared to 'scumbag,' perhaps 'heartless and ungrateful' would be more accurate. Also, isn't your focus a bit off?"
"Ling Xiao once ascended to the supreme position—he was an Immortal Emperor, a ruler of all realms. Aren't you afraid?"
Chen Yi grinned with naive honesty. "I don’t really get it. You say he’s an Immortal Emperor, a ruler of all realms, but when I messed with him, he didn’t even resist. And he seemed to be in danger too. Aren’t Immortal Emperors invincible? Can they even be in danger?"
The Golden Dragon shook its head slightly. "Isn’t it obvious? He’s not the Immortal Emperor anymore. I’d say there’s a 90% chance he’s being hunted by the new Immortal Emperor, so he’s got no time to spare."
"Oh, I see!" Chen Yi’s eyes were clear, still slightly clueless. He continued, "Then let me ask you—since Ling Xiao is a remnant of the previous regime, is he being hunted because he’s trying to stage a comeback?"
The Golden Dragon was taken aback, staring at Chen Yi’s seemingly wise yet foolish expression. "Are you stupid? If you’ve fallen from power, wouldn’t you want to climb back up? If you’ve cut the grass, wouldn’t you want to pull out the roots to be sure?"
"Ling Xiao and Wuji are sworn enemies. Before this, they coexisted peacefully only because Ling Xiao hid well and Wuji couldn’t find him. But this time, I don’t know what madness possessed Ling Xiao to act recklessly before perfecting his method of sneaking back into the Immortal Realm. Serves him right for being hunted by Wuji!"
Chen Yi nodded half-understandingly, pointing at the Heaven-Earth Wuji Cosmos Seal on the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk. "Wuji is the new Immortal Emperor, right? When I was fighting Ling Xiao’s will imprint for the treasure, I heard him say something about 'borrowing power from Wuji.' If they’re sworn enemies, how can he borrow Wuji’s strength?"
A trace of confusion flashed in the Golden Dragon’s eyes. "That’s the Primordial Chaos Creation Dao forcibly borrowing Wuji’s power. Knowing Ling Xiao, this move seems like an attempt to redirect trouble. What I don’t understand is—you’re capable, but you don’t seem like the kind of 'trouble' that could affect Immortal Emperor Wuji."
"You... are kinda looking down on me, huh..." Chen Yi sounded a little lacking in confidence.
"Eh, whatever. I’ve said all I can. Ling Xiao’s cornered by Wuji now. As long as we work together, no matter how angry he gets, he can only watch helplessly!" The Golden Dragon looked at him eagerly, coaxing, "You’ve got guts and skills—surely you’re not scared? Ling Xiao’s treasury holds the accumulated wealth of nine great eras. Even Wuji covets it!"
"Hold on, I’ve got one more question!" Chen Yi’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly calmed the impatient little dragon. "So, is the Tribulation of Immortal Ascension under Wuji’s control?"
The Golden Dragon’s eyes gleamed. "I know what you’re afraid of, but don’t be. The Tribulation of Immortal Ascension is the power of the Immortal Realm’s Heavenly Dao. But the Heavenly Dao has evolved into the Great Dao and no longer interferes directly. The rules are set by the Immortal Emperor and enforced by the Tribulation Enforcers!"
"And Wuji, to stabilize the Immortal Realm and erase Ling Xiao’s influence, decreed that no one from the lower realms may ascend. That’s why you’ve survived eighty-one Tribulations of Immortal Ascension but still can’t ascend!"
"Honestly, I’m curious. Though the Tribulation Enforcers oversee the trials, it’s the Immortal Realm’s Heavenly Dao that powers them. Under the Heavenly Dao, all beings are equal—how did you slip past its notice eighty-one times?"
Your info’s outdated—I actually escaped eighty-two times... Chen Yi kept his innocent expression. "Dunno. I just felt like I couldn’t make it, so I acted my way out, ran and ran, and somehow got away..."
The Golden Dragon shook its head. "Fine, keep your secrets. Everyone’s got them. I won’t pry. Any more questions? If not, shouldn’t we discuss the details of our cooperation? If you’re too scared, just say so—don’t keep stringing me along!"
Chen Yi hesitated, then said with pity, "Do you know why Ling Xiao could deceive you?"
The Golden Dragon tilted its head. "Why?"
After another pause, Chen Yi slowly answered, "Because... you’ve aged but never learned. You’re too dumb!"
Before the words even settled—
Chen Yi dropped the act entirely!
His divine sense instantly merged into the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, suppressing the areas he already controlled and rendering them unusable!
At the same time, strange ripples spread through the alternate dimension.
Chen Yi’s Four-Star Chaos Avatar suddenly appeared—cloaked in a concealment robe, standing atop a Heaven-Deceiving Array Disk!
Originally, this was prepared to deal with Peak Second, a late-stage Mystic Immortal. But plans changed, and the scheme was aborted before it even began. Now, it was perfect for dealing with this Golden Dragon spirit, suspected to be at the Mystic Immortal level!
In the blink of an eye, the Four-Star Chaos Avatar seized the Golden Dragon by the scruff of its neck, forcing it to reveal its true form before shrinking its thousand-zhang-long body into a finger-sized, mud-colored "loach," trapped in his palm.
Everything happened too fast—it was over in an instant!
No matter what special skills or annoying mechanics it had, once controlled, it couldn’t do a thing!
By the time the Golden Dragon realized what had happened, it was already Chen Yi’s plaything.
"Why?!"
"Why would you do this?!"
"How can your physical body be here?!"
"Can’t people just be honest with each other?!"
"I genuinely wanted to cooperate—why did you betray me like this?!!!"
The Golden Dragon broke down, slamming its head weakly against Chen Yi’s finger before collapsing limply in his palm, eyes filled with despair.
"Honestly, your physical presence here gave me the idea. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have found a way in."
Chen Yi smiled faintly, pinching the little dragon’s head.
"So all that stalling earlier... you were acting to buy time for your real body to descend?"
The Golden Dragon stared at him, utterly defeated.
"Duh." Chen Yi was shamelessly smug. "Blame yourself for being so careless. Did you really think I couldn’t enter just because this is your home? I come and go as I please. What can you do about it?"
"I’m so stupid, really... Human hearts are unfathomable! Unfathomable! So cold... I’ll never trust again..."
The Golden Dragon let out a mournful cry, turned its head away, and curled up in Chen Yi’s palm, its body trembling slightly as it secretly wiped away tears.
"Oh?" Chen Yi’s eyebrows suddenly rose. While examining the Golden Dragon, he discovered something intriguing. His voice turned stern as he barked:
"Zhao Huazhen! Or should I say... a pickled fish?!"
"What’s with that expression? That look? Those tears?!"
"You’re supposed to be the Peak Ranker—can’t even handle a little setback?"
"Only weaklings cry. Real men face adversity head-on. Are you a weakling?!"
"Answer me!"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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.”
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."
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!"
