It’s undeniable that ‘The Cold Palace Stubborn Tenant’ is quite the beauty.
Just a mere photograph was enough to stir an inexplicable unease in Chen Yi.
Bear in mind, he was an ancient monster at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, someone who had seen countless peerless saintesses and divine maidens. His Dao heart was as solid as eternal bedrock, and he rarely felt anything special about a woman’s appearance anymore.
Yet, ‘The Cold Palace Stubborn Tenant’ managed to provoke a reaction—because her beauty was pure, unaltered, an innate and primal allure, not the artificially perfected refinement cultivated through cultivation.
"Good. It seems my Dao heart still has flaws to temper. I must refine it further!"
Chen Yi’s gaze sharpened. Youth was an advantage, but sometimes it could also be a weakness. Suppressing the strange emotions in his heart, he spoke calmly.
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Hold your horses. Send a high-def video first.]
[Two-Sleeved Breeze is a Sword Immortal: Uh, Group Leader, you...]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: Hahaha, the Group Leader is truly a man of culture! To be honest, I’d like to see it too!]
The two muted members had plenty to say, but alas, their two-and-a-half-hour ban wasn’t up yet, leaving them hopping in frustration.
In the cold palace, Liu Ruyan blinked in bewilderment. "This Group Leader seems a bit unreliable?"
She knew she was captivating—after all, even the dog emperor, who could barely function, had insisted on taking her as a concubine, and on his deathbed, he still wanted to drag her down with him...
But her fatal charm should only work on mid-tier cultivators, right?
Top-tier experts might spare her a glance or two, but it was mostly appreciation, devoid of any worldly desires.
So why was this old Group Leader, with his 900 million combat power, acting like this?
Could it be... that a 900 million combat power Group Leader is only on par with mid-tier cultivators of the Great Zhou Dynasty?
Then I’m doomed!
Sniffles
This tragic beauty script is too hard. I don’t wanna play anymore...
[‘The Cold Palace Stubborn Tenant’ shared a short video: The Eight-Layered Coquetry]
[‘TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me,’ ‘I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice,’ ‘Two-Sleeved Breeze is a Sword Immortal,’ ‘Runner-Up of the Cultivation World,’ ‘Unemployed God of Light’ are watching.]
"Pretty please...? Begging you...? Just this once...? Can you...?"
A sultry yet aloof, sweet yet velvety mature voice echoed softly.
Chen Yi remained expressionless, watching the palace-dressed beauty’s exaggerated antics in the video without the slightest reaction.
Pfft. That’s it?
You think this can test a Tribulation Transcender?
What kind of Tribulation expert would fail such a test!
Of course, Chen Yi hadn’t been moved much to begin with. He’d only used this as an opportunity to temper his Dao heart, so there was no way he’d lose composure.
But the other group members? Every single one of them was struggling to hold their ground!
Fang Zheng, ever the upright gentleman, stared intently. "Hmph, such shallow beauty can’t sway me. Let me watch it again, again, again..."
Zhou Zheng (Two-Sleeved Breeze is a Sword Immortal) dropped his sword, clasped his hands, and trembled. "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form... where there’s emptiness, there’s form..."
One of the muted duo, Adolf Anlan, suddenly pushed away the wild, exotic beauty clinging to him and muttered, "How could I sink so low, indulging in Western passions for so long? Look how haggard I’ve become..."
Runner-Up Chen Bo was the worst of them all, drooling with a creepy grin. "Hehehe..."
The group chat fell silent for a long while. Liu Ruyan suddenly smirked in disdain. "Tch. Men."
[The Cold Palace Stubborn Tenant: Big brothers, it’s an emergency! Can anyone come save me? (Puppy eyes.jpg)]
[Two-Sleeved Breeze is a Sword Immortal: Sweetheart, will you pledge yourself to me in return?]
[The Group Leader has muted ‘Two-Sleeved Breeze is a Sword Immortal’ for two and a half hours.]
"AAAAH! Group Leader, are you trying to hog her for yourself?! Don’t think just because you’re strong you can do whatever you want! Forced fruit isn’t sweet, NOT SWEET!!!"
Zhou Zheng wailed.
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: I’ll follow the Group Leader’s arrangements!]
Fang Zheng, on the other hand, was far more composed.
Though he was tempted, he already had a son and wasn’t as impulsive as he’d been in his youth.
[The Cold Palace Stubborn Tenant: If it’s the Group Leader... I wouldn’t say no (shy.jpg)]
Liu Ruyan continued her teasing.
Unfortunately, Chen Yi, now with a rock-solid Dao heart after tempering, wasn’t biting.
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Not interested. Fang Zheng, what’s your situation now?]
Liu Ruyan: ???
N-not interested?
Are you kidding me?
I didn’t even say I wanted to be with you. You’re really full of yourself...
First, you call me sweetheart, now I’m just ‘some woman’?
Why do you care so much about other men?
Hmph. Man, you’ve successfully piqued my interest!
[The Cold Palace Stubborn Tenant: Group Leader gege, let’s give it a try~ I’m easy to get—just come over and I’m yours~]
[The Group Leader has muted ‘The Cold Palace Stubborn Tenant’ for two and a half hours.]
"Wait, what the hell, you damn Group Leader?!"
Liu Ruyan’s face flushed red with anger.
Meanwhile, the sole survivor, Fang Zheng, sucked in a sharp breath.
The Group Leader’s on a rampage today. Who pissed him off?
Why so trigger-happy with the mutes?
Stay calm, stay calm. If I behave, I’ll be fine.
Not daring to joke around anymore, Fang Zheng carefully replied to the Group Leader’s question.
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: Group Leader, things are getting intense here. The twenty-four Supreme Venerables have stopped engaging with me—they’re all focused on setting up formations to pressure me. I’ve already unlocked forty-five seals on the Star-Suppressing Seal. At this rate, I’ll have to unlock all of them within half an hour to hold them off!]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: You’ve got two and a half minutes. Trigger a rescue mission request by any means necessary. I’m waiting—hurry!]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: No problem. Leave it to me—it’s in the bag!]
After sending this, Fang Zheng’s avatar grayed out.
At the same time, within the Illusory Star Cave Abode, Chen Yi’s expression was uncharacteristically grave.
He was in a foul mood.
Because just moments ago, his three one-star clones had successfully transformed into immortal bodies, forming inner worlds that cycled self-generated spiritual essence. They could now continuously nourish his true self, allowing him to halt lifespan depletion without relying on external spiritual energy—a pseudo-immortality of sorts.
Now, some might ask: Isn’t this an incredible breakthrough? Shouldn’t Chen Yi be overjoyed? Why the bad mood?
Sure, Chen Yi had been excited at first—so much so that he’d even been in the mood to banter in the group chat and let ‘The Cold Palace Stubborn Tenant’ test his Dao heart with her coquetry.
But as he delved deeper into the implications, he realized—this was a massive trap!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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?!
