"Brother Ye, we’ve caught a big fish!"
Fang Zheng’s face was flushed, his scalp tingling with excitement.
When he first entered that strange space and saw Ye Ancai, who had been immobilized by Brother Ye, he had also spotted something he hadn’t laid eyes on in over a decade—
A chat interface!
This thing was special, anchored in the sea of consciousness and operable directly through thought. But for convenience, most group members preferred projecting the panel into the real world.
After all, aside from transmigrators whose soul fluctuations met the criteria, ordinary people couldn’t see it at all, so there was no need to hide it.
But Fang Zheng just so happened to meet the conditions. And with Ye Ancai immobilized, unaware that he was also a fellow transmigrator, he had carelessly operated the chat right in front of Fang Zheng—exposing everything!
Who was Fang Zheng?
A guy who had ridden Brother Yi’s coattails back when the chat group was still intact!
Though his cultivation level was still low, his vision was absolutely strategic-tier!
So when he saw Ye Ancai still using the chat group normally, he had already pieced together the truth behind the group’s collapse!
If his guess was right, the shutdown of the chat group had to be Brother Yi’s doing—a split!
Otherwise, how could a measly early-stage True Immortal like Ye Ancai have a peak ranking higher than Brother Ye, who had been a mid-stage True Immortal for ten years?
Meaning, their faction was the splinter group, while Ye Ancai belonged to the orthodox faction!
And the reason their splinter group had gone offline was likely to evade pursuit by the orthodox faction!
As for this orthodox member who had suddenly barged into the Purple Star Continent... he couldn’t be allowed to stay!
But whether to kill or spare him wasn’t Fang Zheng’s call—he had to report to Brother Yi!
The moment this realization struck, Fang Zheng didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward and knocked out the immobilized Ye Ancai with a single elbow strike!
A mid-stage Pseudo-Immortal knocking out an early-stage True Immortal?
It sounded absurd, but the real heavy hitter was Ye Wuchen, a peak True Immortal. He had been the one to suppress Ye Ancai first, preventing him from using the strange space to mount an effective counterattack. Fang Zheng was just the finisher, the straw that broke the camel’s back!
Whoosh!
Ye Wuchen stored the blood-stained pouch, now emitting eerie fluctuations after activation, into an isolated pocket dimension. Only then did he let out a long breath and ask gravely, "What big fish?"
Fang Zheng replied solemnly, "He’s a group member—and he can still use the chat group normally!"
"Let’s go find Brother Yi!"
Ye Wuchen immediately understood. Without hesitation, he swept up the unconscious Ye Ancai, Fang Zheng, and the still-snoring Fang Fan, then shot straight toward the Illusory Star Grotto.
Inside the Illusory Star Grotto.
Chen Yi’s true form appeared to be meditating, but in reality, his consciousness was wandering afar, manipulating the scattered Chaos Colored Pearls to lay his schemes.
The Little Golden Dragon was currently leading a team of eleven—all Celestial Immortals and above—on a resource-gathering mission in the so-called "Immortal Realm."
Why was Chen Yi so certain this "Immortal Realm" was fake?
Simple!
If it were the real Immortal Realm, the Chaos Colored Pearls would have sensed the aura of the Immortal Ascension Tribulation!
But in this "Immortal Realm," the aura was so faint it might as well not exist—like a fleeting trace left behind by the tribulation, gone with a single breath.
Combined with Wuji’s strange behavior when he had tried to force his way in...
This "Immortal Realm" had to be a front set up by Wuji to avoid direct contact with the lower realms!
Though he didn’t know what in the lower realms could make an Immortal Emperor so cautious, since Wuji insisted on keeping his distance, Chen Yi wasn’t about to hold back!
Immediately, he quietly gathered all the Chaos Colored Pearls carried by the team members—except for the Little Golden Dragon—into one place.
In this "Immortal Realm" under Wuji’s control, directly attacking the team was too risky. And without knowing what tricks Wuji had planted on them, Chen Yi would never attempt to control them either!
Back when he hadn’t understood Wuji’s depths, he had carelessly consumed something from him and paid the price—having to sever 60% of his tainted soul power, spending a full decade recovering!
Such a painful lesson had to be remembered.
After all, Wuji wasn’t Ling Xiao. The man had too many schemes, and a single misstep could lead to disaster. Vigilance was a must!
Speaking of Ling Xiao... what the hell was that idiot up to lately?
Making me shoulder Wuji’s pressure without even offering compensation? How shameless!
Knock knock knock...
Just as he was stewing, a gentle, polite rapping sounded at the door.
Outside the Illusory Star Grotto, Ye Wuchen held Ye Ancai aloft, barely containing his excitement as he called out softly,
"Brother Yi, may we come in? We’ve got a surprise for you!"
Hearing this, Chen Yi’s interest was piqued.
Who was Ye Wuchen?
His lucky general!
And with Fang Zheng, another top-tier strategist, by his side?
Whatever surprise these two had cooked up couldn’t possibly be ordinary.
"Come in. Let’s see it!"
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.”
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?!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
