A corner of the Immortal Realm.
After being brought back by the golden light, Han Qianxue had the nine Chaos-Colored Beads on her wrist forcibly snatched away by the little golden dragon.
"Qianxue-jie, long time no see! I’ve missed you so much!"
A group of long-separated members had already been waiting here. Among them, Ye Chen, the former 30th-ranked "Tribulation Transcendent," was the first to greet her warmly.
"Hmm." Han Qianxue merely nodded coldly, unwilling to say another word.
After all, these once-close friends had all changed. Though they appeared normal, they were nothing more than puppets with their true selves suppressed. There was an unmistakable sense of alienation between them, as if an insurmountable barrier had risen, leaving them no longer as intimate as before.
"Oh? Why so cold, Qianxue? Still holding a grudge over us leaving you behind back then?"
A male-bodied, female-faced Mystic Immortal teased. This was Murong Dugu, who had fallen from the former 6th rank to the 7th.
"Sixth Brother’s progress is astonishing! It hasn’t been long, yet you’ve already broken through to Mystic Immortal?" Han Qianxue forced a smile.
"Just the basics. The Immortal Realm is rich in spiritual energy—cultivating faster is only natural. But I should remind you, I’m no longer Sixth Brother. That bastard Yao Suansheng played dirty and overtook me. Now he’s Sixth Brother, and I’m stuck as Seventh!" Murong Dugu explained with utmost seriousness.
Yet Han Qianxue only felt a pang of sorrow.
Was this still the Sixth Brother she knew?
The one who never admitted defeat, who would slander anyone who surpassed him, then secretly train like mad to overtake them again?
The real Sixth Brother would never acknowledge being inferior, much less call someone else "Sixth Brother"!
"Who’s calling my name?" Yao Suansheng, the former 7th-ranked "Primordial Heaven’s Brush," who had climbed to 6th, came over to join the commotion.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I was busy earlier and didn’t notice—Qianxue, you’ve gotten so thin! Quick, absorb some of this rich Immortal Qi to recover!" Yao Suansheng’s face was full of concern.
"Thanks for the concern, but I’m not hungry yet. I’m still adjusting to the environment—let me take it slow." Han Qianxue declined politely. She feared the Immortal Qi here might be tainted.
If she recklessly absorbed it, there was a high chance she’d end up just like these old friends who had lost themselves.
Ah, looking back now, she should’ve just accepted Chen Yi’s invitation back then. Like Old Xu, she could’ve holed up in his hideout. Whether life would’ve been comfortable or not was uncertain, but the safety would’ve been guaranteed!
"Qianxue-mei, you’re so thin—why won’t you absorb it?"
"What are you afraid of? Absorbing Immortal Qi is such a delightful thing!"
"Just do it! Why won’t you?"
Her refusal immediately drew discontent from the crowd. Their gazes turned eerie as they glared at her.
Han Qianxue suddenly felt like a little lamb surrounded by wolves. She had only two choices: willingly don the wolf’s skin and become one of them, or be torn apart and devoured alive.
What could she do?
Chen Yi, are you still there?
Help me!
"Don’t worry. I’ve always been here. Go ahead and absorb it—I’ve got you covered."
A reassuring voice echoed from the depths of her consciousness, filling her with an overwhelming sense of security.
As the crowd pressed closer, she licked her red lips and smiled sweetly:
"Oh my, everyone’s so concerned about me? Fine, I’ll absorb it!"
The abundant Immortal Qi in this corner of the Immortal Realm wasn’t actually poisonous—what was truly toxic was the elusive will infused within it!
This will was omnipresent yet formless. If Han Qianxue had continued sealing herself off, refusing to interact with the world, this will would’ve had no choice but to command the other puppets to force-feed her.
Because this was merely a projection of the Infinite Will, not its true descent!
Admittedly, he was still as fastidious as ever, always operating through layers of safety measures.
After all, if the Infinite Will truly descended, even Chen Yi would have to retreat for the time being. He had once tasted the traces of the Infinite’s Dao—that stuff was disgusting, impossible to shake off once it stuck.
But since it was only a projection, while it could influence thoughts, it couldn’t receive real-time feedback. There was a delay!
And this was precisely why Chen Yi dared to mess around right under its nose!
As everyone knew, Chen Yi was a master at exploiting loopholes. Having discovered the Infinite’s weakness, how could he not take advantage?
Immediately, he helped Han Qianxue construct a filtration barrier in her consciousness to isolate the influence of the Infinite Will’s projection. At the same time, he extracted a wisp of her soul essence to craft a fake soul, designed to receive and respond to the Infinite’s commands.
Feedback through thought was instantaneous, yet the Infinite insisted on relaying orders through a safety buffer. This delay was the opening Chen Yi needed to maneuver freely!
Soon enough,
Another Han Qianxue appeared in the Mirror of Heaven’s Observation.
The Infinite merely glanced at it, unconcerned, casually issuing a command for free movement before refocusing on directing the little golden dragon to analyze Chen Yi’s Chaos-Colored Beads.
Meanwhile,
In a dimly lit space, the little golden dragon was twitching wildly, his face filled with fanaticism as he stared at the nine Chaos-Colored Beads placed upon a Taiji disc.
"Gahahaha! I laugh at Lingxiao’s lack of wit, at Chen Yi’s absence of strategy!"
"A mere brute dares to challenge me?"
"A simple trick, and they fall right into my hands!"
"Once I decipher the essence of your power, you’ll be nothing but fish on a chopping block, at my mercy!"
"GAHAHAHA!!!"
The little golden dragon cackled madly, his dark golden pupils devoid of reason.
In truth, he had no idea what he was doing. A mysterious voice in his mind kept guiding him—no need to think, just obey, and an endless rush of euphoria would follow, lifting his soul to the heavens, leaving him utterly intoxicated...
Chen Yi: "..."
What the hell is wrong with this kid?
Thought he was under the Infinite’s control, but turns out...
He’s just a complete dumbass!
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."
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!"
] [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!"
