Once upon a time, a precious opportunity lay before Han Qianxue, but she failed to cherish it.
Only after losing everything did she drown in regret.
Nothing in this world is more agonizing than this!
If given another chance, she would have chosen to cooperate obediently rather than arrogantly trying to negotiate terms!
Feeling the heavy weight around her neck, Han Qianxue took a deep breath and stepped onto the teleportation channel leading to the 11th Demon-Slaying Trial Ground, just as she had been ordered.
If possible, she would have loved to remain a proper member of the group—but she had no choice.
She couldn’t bear to watch the entire group be annihilated!
"Foolish fish, you can’t win against him!"
And just as she had predicted, reality unfolded before her.
The moment she set foot in the 11th Demon-Slaying Trial Ground, the weight around her neck began to lighten. Looking down, she saw that the fifty-two Chaos-Colored Beads had dwindled to a mere nine.
"Han Qianxue is here. If I’m not mistaken, that necklace around her neck... is where Chen Yi is hiding!"
"Sorry, Qianxue. For the sake of everyone’s safety, you’ll have to be sacrificed..."
The little golden dragon, who had been manipulating everything from the shadows, gazed coldly before sending an anomalous signal straight to the main body of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk.
[Warning! Anomaly detected in the 11th Demon-Slaying Trial Ground. Third-party interference confirmed. Investigate immediately!]
In an instant, the two other dominant wills within the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk awakened.
Ling Xiao’s will transmitted an indifferent ripple of intent: "Investigate thoroughly."
Chen Yi’s avatar, however, feigned fury: "What third-party? Who dares touch my things? Investigate!"
With the two major shareholders in agreement, the system immediately sprang into action.
Yet at that moment, the little golden dragon, acting as the artifact’s spirit, exercised its veto power and muddied the waters: "Don’t misunderstand. I also believe a thorough investigation is necessary—but how should we proceed? And who should conduct it?"
Ling Xiao’s will replied calmly, "Creation, speak plainly. Why hesitate? Has the detection system malfunctioned?"
The little golden dragon insinuated, "The detection system is compromised. I suspect... there’s a traitor among us, one who has tampered with the rules!"
Chen Yi’s avatar bristled: "What are you implying? Are you accusing me of meddling with the system?"
The little golden dragon didn’t hold back: "Did I name you? If you’re so quick to defend yourself, isn’t that a sign of guilt?"
"Fine, fine! You two are in cahoots. If it’s not me, then who? Him?" Chen Yi’s avatar trembled with mock outrage.
Bro, are you really still acting? The little golden dragon dropped the pretense and laid its cards on the table: "Can you honestly say the anomaly in the 11th Demon-Slaying Trial Ground has nothing to do with you? You’ve taken control of Han Qianxue, haven’t you?"
"Proof? Where’s your proof? No proof means you’re talking nonsense!" Chen Yi’s avatar retorted boldly, though his attention remained fixed on Ling Xiao’s reaction.
Something’s off... Normally, Ling Xiao would’ve lunged at me the moment the little dragon stirred the pot. Why isn’t he moving?
Watching the two bicker, Ling Xiao felt an inexplicable urge to laugh.
How amusing. These two former conspirators are now at each other’s throats?
Creation, you’ve grown a bit—learning to borrow strength to fight strength. But alas... I can’t be bothered.
Whatever. Fight amongst yourselves. Wuji’s still chasing me anyway. Time to sleep.
The next second, Ling Xiao’s will suddenly "fell ill."
After a violent shudder, it reverted to a dormant imprint on the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, leaving everything in eerie silence.
The little golden dragon: "......"
After a stunned pause, it shuddered.
This... this can’t be right.
Did Wuji just ambush you?
No!
Ling Xiao, if you don’t step in, how am I supposed to deal with Chen Yi?!
No time to hesitate—the arrow’s already on the bowstring!
If Ling Xiao’s useless, then I’ll strike first!
Unlike the little golden dragon’s frantic desperation, Chen Yi’s mood turned grave.
Though Ling Xiao’s abrupt exit resembled a forced disconnection—as if his main body had been raided—Chen Yi refused to believe it was genuine.
You might fool that idiot dragon, but not me.
Chen Yi always assumed the worst of his enemies. Whether they schemed or not, he prepared as if they did, ensuring he fought only battles he was certain to win.
Ling Xiao’s sudden withdrawal must be part of a deeper scheme.
But what’s his goal?
Before he could ponder further, the little golden dragon launched its final attack!
BZZZT!!!
The Primordial Chaos Creation Disk trembled violently as cracks spiderwebbed across its surface.
Simultaneously, the members of the group laboring in various Demon-Slaying Trial Grounds and Evil-Purging Dungeons played their part perfectly.
Operating at full capacity, the trial grounds and dungeons had loosened their coupling with the fiber-optic network. As the artifact’s spirit, the little golden dragon easily rerouted the transmission fibers into its own domain.
Then—
CRACK!
With a series of shattering sounds, the little golden dragon tore away a fifth of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk and fled, scrambling the entire dimensional space to erase its tracks before vanishing into the unknown.
In this move, it seized three Demon-Slaying Trial Grounds, six Evil-Purging Dungeons, and over twenty chat groups—but didn’t dare touch the resource vault.
Ling Xiao remained indifferent, as though he truly were locked in a fierce battle with Wuji, unable to intervene.
Chen Yi didn’t stop the little dragon either. Though he could have restrained it, the current murky situation no longer suited a three-way stalemate. Letting the dragon break free and operate independently was more advantageous.
After all, the Chaos-Colored Beads have already been distributed evenly among the group members. That fool dragon is alone now. When it hits rock bottom, it’ll come crawling back to me.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
