"Ha ha ha..."
"I laugh at Chen Yi's lack of wit and Ling Xiao's lack of strategy, letting me manipulate them effortlessly and escape unscathed!"
"Ha ha ha, so satisfying!!!"
The Little Golden Dragon, having forcibly seized one-fifth of the family fortune, could no longer suppress its joy and burst into unrestrained laughter!
It had been far too difficult—its dragon horns were nearly rubbed bald from racking its brain to devise such a flawless plan. Yet, it never expected Ling Xiao to defy all expectations and completely disrupt everything!
At first, it thought failure was inevitable, that it would face Chen Yi's scolding.
But who would have guessed Chen Yi was also a fraud? He seemed utterly oblivious to its schemes. In the end, with a desperate gamble, the Little Golden Dragon actually pulled off a miraculous comeback!
"Ha ha ha, pure bliss! I thought I had overestimated you, but turns out I was wrong—you’re just not that impressive, Chen Yi!"
"Today is a good day, everything I wished for has come true..."
Unable to contain its excitement, the Little Golden Dragon coiled around the now one-fifth remaining Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, writhing in dark delight, rolling and crawling like a mad creature...
In truth, Chen Yi couldn’t fathom why it was so happy.
The Primordial Chaos Creation Disk should have been entirely its possession. Now, with only a fifth left, it was incomplete, broken—practically useless. Yet it was celebrating?
Was its brain malfunctioning?
Oh, so you're happy?
Let me ruin that for you.
With a thought, Chen Yi logged into the account of "Tribulation Heavenly Venerable."
The foolish dragon had split off the chat group, gaining absolute independence, but it also lost the safety net of Ling Xiao's treasury and now had to fend for itself!
[One Big Happy Family (Formerly Multiverse Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group #6)]
[Tribulation Heavenly Venerable (Peak Thirty, Ye Chen): Boss, we’ve rebelled, but why can’t I access the Peak Rankings anymore? That daily reward of 10,000 immortal spirit stones... can we still claim it?]
A single stone stirred a thousand waves. All the members, previously riding high on their victory, fell into stunned silence.
Right—rebellion was thrilling in the moment, but now that they were officially traitors, how could they still collect their stipends from the "imperial court"?
Though they had amassed considerable savings over the years, without a stable income, they’d eventually exhaust their resources.
And the affordable, convenient Multiverse Store was now inaccessible. Not only were all their accumulated points wasted, but more critically—where would they find the rare cultivation resources they relied on?
In the path of cultivation, resources reign supreme. Immortal spirit stones were the foundation, but a house couldn’t stand on just a foundation. Without materials to build upon it, it would remain a barren, square box—like a desolate tomb!
Were they supposed to scavenge for cultivation resources themselves?
Don’t joke around!
This group had no weaklings—everyone was at least a True Immortal!
But the lower realms were barren. Even if they wanted to search, there was nowhere to look!
The more they thought about it, the more uneasy they grew. Panic began to set in.
[Godly GG Explosion (Peak Twenty-Nine, Zhu Wujie): Boss, you know me—I can’t sit idle. Always looking for something to do. What’s our next move? Are we heading to the Immortal Realm?]
[Divine Tourist (Peak Nineteen, Ji Fenxing): To be honest, when Boss first planned the uprising, I started stockpiling from the Multiverse Store. But daily supplies were limited, and everyone else was silently hoarding too. I barely got anything!]
[Hard to Say Goodbye (Peak Twenty, Pei Yanqiu): I’ve got some reserves, but I’m still nervous. This feels shaky.]
[Cycle of Heavenly Dao (Peak Eighteen, Yu Zian): Can a living person really die from holding it in? Boss, we’re at our peak right now—should we just charge into the Immortal Realm?]
Little Golden Dragon: ...
This is getting more ridiculous by the minute. Charge into the Immortal Realm?
You want to die?
Ling Xiao’s sudden "illness" hasn’t even faded yet. Wu Ji would be overjoyed if we showed up to deliver ourselves to him!
The lower realms beneath the Immortal Realm are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges. Hiding, he can’t find us. But if we reveal ourselves? Instant annihilation!
Still, they did need a stable income. Over the years, it had embezzled plenty from Ling Xiao’s treasury through special channels, but even those reserves wouldn’t last forever. At most, they’d run dry within a century!
And besides the greediest among them, there were still twenty-three other chat groups to support—all filled with promising talents they couldn’t abandon. Tough situation...
Ah, the good old days when Ling Xiao’s epochal treasury backed them. Even after millennia, less than a hundred-millionth had been spent. It could embezzle freely without worry. Those were truly carefree times...
Now, independent and free, but without ample supplies? This was unsustainable...
[Group Owner has removed ‘Han Family’s Miss from Gaodao’ from ‘One Big Happy Family’]
[Group Owner has removed ‘Han Family’s Miss from Gaodao’ from ‘Multiverse Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group #1’]
Han Qianxue, still buried in the Eleventh Demon-Slaying Trial Grounds: ...
Wait, you—
Oh, so now I’m the unwanted stray ghost, huh?
Little brat, just you wait!
Lord Chen Yi, help me!
[One Pickled Fish (Group Owner, Zhao Huazhen): Mission accomplished. No need to keep the mole in the house. I’m sure you all figured it out already, right?]
[Cycle of Heavenly Dao (Peak Eighteen, Yu Zian): Farewell, Sister Qianxue!]
[Runaway Salted Fish (Peak Twelve, Chen Fusheng): Even though I’ve technically risen to Peak Eleven now, I don’t feel happy at all. This hurts.]
[Murong Dugu (Peak Six, Murong Dugu): Can we hide the real names in the tags? Everyone else has cool aliases, but mine’s just my real name. So embarrassing...]
[Heaven-Treading Ancestor (Peak Three, Xu Jinghong): What’s all this muttering? Let me tell you—Han Qianxue is fine! She’s just... tied up for now.]
[The Unfattenable Brat (Exalted Peak Two, Shen Lingxi): Ah, fate is cruel. But at least we know Qianxue is alive. I hope she’s not suffering wherever she is...]
[Tribulation Heavenly Venerable (Peak Thirty, Ye Chen): Sister Qianxue’s departure is sad, but Boss changing the subject is even more unsettling. Boss, where do we go from here? I’m panicking...]
[One Pickled Fish (Group Owner, Zhao Huazhen): Look at you, always rushing. Do you think my plans are that shallow? Daily rewards will keep coming. But yes, we do need a stable income. I’ve got a lead in the Immortal Realm—high risk, but the profits are insane.]
[Primordial Heavenly Brush (Peak Seven, Yao Suansheng): Boss, is this safe? Last time the Immortal Realm trial zone was launched prematurely, so many members died!]
[Runaway Salted Fish (Peak Twelve, Chen Fusheng): True. Thank goodness I was only assigned to loiter outside the Immortal Realm back then. If I’d gone in, I’d have been doomed...]
【Cycle of Heavenly Dao (Peak 18, Yu Zian): Exactly!】
【Tribulation Transcendent (Peak 30, Ye Chen): No exaggeration—back then, I felt an overwhelming sense of dread. My instincts were screaming warnings—it definitely wasn’t just some "gaze of longevity" nonsense like Elder Taichu Brush claimed!】
【God GG Boom (Peak 29, Zhu Wujie): Old Ye isn’t wrong. Everyone knows he’s survived the Immortal Ascension Tribulation, so his intuition is razor-sharp. It’s like sensitive skin—the slightest disturbance sets it off...】
The real account owner: ......
What’s wrong with having sensitive instincts?
Unlike you lot, dull as rocks, trapped in a pit and still clueless!
I invested first, so I reap the rewards—you’ll just have to suffer later!
【A Pickled Fish (Group Owner, Zhao Huazhen): I know you’re all anxious, but hold your horses. Endure this rough patch for now. As for opening the Immortal Path, let me weigh the risks carefully. Once we’ve minimized the danger, I’ll lead everyone to plunder resources!】
After sending this message, the Little Golden Dragon’s avatar went offline.
Shortly after, Chen Yi’s three-star Chaos doppelgänger, lurking in the shadows, witnessed it coiling around the fragments of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, writhing and convulsing as it began to... slither away like some sinister creature.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
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?!
