Here's a little-known fact: this was Chen Yi's second confrontation with Wuji.
The first time, he accidentally consumed a trace of Wuji's Dao, gained nothing from it, and even lost 60% of his primordial spirit power—a total disaster!
This time, however, he came prepared. With careful planning, he snatched Shen Lingxi, one of Wuji's key subordinates, right under Wuji's nose!
It wasn’t a complete victory—in fact, it was still a slight loss. After all, the damage from the first encounter was too great, and Shen Lingxi alone couldn’t make up for it.
So, he wanted everything!
With Shen Lingxi as a successful case, rescuing the other members would be much easier.
The only trouble was the Little Golden Dragon. Unlike the others, he wasn’t corrupted by Wuji’s will—just influenced in his thinking, unable to make rational decisions and blindly charging ahead under Wuji’s guidance.
Admittedly, he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed to begin with, but under Wuji’s manipulation, he became slightly more dangerous.
Unlike Shen Lingxi and the others, who were sealed away for being too clever and overthinking things, the Little Golden Dragon remained conscious—just not for long.
The methods that worked on Shen Lingxi wouldn’t work on him.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a lucky idiot. I can’t even figure out how to snap him out of it!"
Chen Yi was stumped.
He could counter moves as they came, but there had to be moves to counter in the first place! The Little Golden Dragon was full of flaws, just standing there twitching, leaving Chen Yi at a loss.
"Hahaha! Chen Yi, Chen Yi, how do you plan to resist me? What can you even do?!"
"Answer me!!!"
"Ke ke ke, you won’t hold out much longer!!!"
"Sooner or later, you’ll slip up, and when you do, I’ll make you regret it!"
"First Chen Yi, then Ling Xiao—soon, I’ll reign supreme in the chat!"
"The Primordial Chaos Creation Disk is mine, mine alone! No one can take it from me!!!"
The nine Chaos Pearls on the Creation Disk trembled violently as the Little Golden Dragon’s elegant draconic form writhed and convulsed in unrestrained excitement.
What ill intentions could he possibly have?
He just wanted the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk—was that so wrong?
It was rightfully his!
Hadn’t he suffered enough?
First, Ling Xiao tricked him to death, then he reincarnated as a dim-witted little fish. He was already slow, and after Chen Yi’s "education," he’d barely managed to wise up a little—only for Wuji to toy with him like a fool again!
How could he not lose his mind?
"Enough! More pressure! Keep pushing!!!"
The Little Golden Dragon descended into madness.
Chen Yi: "......"
Wuji: "......"
Originally, Wuji had planned to directly control the spirit of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, but he later realized it wasn’t necessary.
Indirect influence turned out to be far more effective!
After all, as the spirit of a Chaos Supreme Treasure, its potential far surpassed that of ordinary beings.
Take Shen Lingxi, ranked second in the group, for example. She had the makings of a Great Luo—if she followed the normal path, reaching that realm was guaranteed, and she might even have a shot at the Dao Rhythm Origin Realm!
But...
Was the Immortal Realm short on Great Luo cultivators?
A Dao Rhythm Origin cultivator might be noteworthy, but a Great Luo? You could pluck one at random from Wuji’s Celestial Court!
So, if Shen Lingxi was ruined, so be it—he didn’t care.
But Zhao Huazhen, the reincarnated spirit of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, was different!
Setting aside the treasures of Ling Xiao’s vault, Zhao Huazhen was born with the innate rank of the Dao Rhythm Origin Realm—a rare, restricted-grade Dao Ancestor!
While others had to cultivate and comprehend the Dao to break through, he only needed to accumulate enough foundation to naturally ascend to that realm.
And unlike ordinary Dao Rhythm Origin cultivators, Zhao Huazhen, as a treasure spirit, was inherently incomplete. He lacked the ability to create in all domains, limited only to the realm of material creation and refinement.
In simpler terms, he was the perfect candidate for a tool-type Dao Ancestor!
Coincidentally, the position of Wuji Celestial Court’s Treasure Master had long been vacant.
Zhao Huazhen was ideal—a bit slow, but obedient.
That was why Wuji had gone so far as to bestow a Dao Ancestor-grade treasure on him to complete his foundation.
To outsiders, it might seem like self-sabotage, but in reality, it was an investment to unlock his latent potential.
Unfortunately, with variables still unresolved, Zhao Huazhen couldn’t enter the Immortal Realm yet, no matter how suitable he was.
"Go on, keep losing your mind. Ling Xiao wants you, that variable wants you—but in the end, you’ll be mine!"
Wuji’s gaze was profound as he manipulated Zhao Huazhen through the Heaven-Gazing Mirror, steadily reinforcing his sense of belonging to Wuji’s Celestial Court without damaging his foundation.
Meanwhile...
After observing the Little Golden Dragon for a long time, Chen Yi still couldn’t find a surefire way to save him. Reluctantly, he gave up for now, turning his attention to recruiting the other members.
First on the list was the once-timid, now-loyal "Tribulation Transcendent" Ye Chen.
Back in Shen Lingxi’s reconstructed consciousness sea...
Shen Lingxi’s primordial spirit floated peacefully atop the sea of soul energy, perfectly serene.
Chen Yi’s divine projection hovered above, constructing a virtual barrier to obscure Wuji’s perception and prevent him from realizing Shen Lingxi had broken free.
An unknown amount of time passed.
"Ahh~ Mm~~"
Shen Lingxi slowly awoke, stretching lazily. As her fully restored primordial spirit rose from the sea, before she could even process her surroundings, a soul contract drifted down in front of her.
Shen Lingxi: "......"
Seriously? I know I signed a slave contract, but do you have to be this eager?
I just woke up! I haven’t even regained control of my body, and you’re already assigning tasks?
What a ruthless boss!
Ugh...
Even after transmigrating, I still have to work. My life is so hard...
Damn capitalism, setting me up again!
Chen Yi immediately shot her a look. "What are you muttering about? Hurry up and refine that contract. I’m adding you to the work group!"
Shen Lingxi’s primordial spirit forced a professional smile. "Right away, boss! No problem, boss!"
She didn’t fully grasp the connection between the soul contract and the work group, but as a corporate drone, her job was to follow orders.
Soon...
As Shen Lingxi’s primordial spirit touched the contract, a familiar yet strange notification echoed in her mind.
[Crosser identity detected. The Multiverse Crossers' Mutual Aid Chat Group invites you to join.]
Shen Lingxi froze, then questioned her life choices.
The last time she’d heard that voice... was the last time.
Back then, she was just a clueless newbie transmigrator, both thrilled and terrified by the experience.
Now, she was a seasoned Immortal Realm veteran—yet here she was, being treated like a newbie again.
Why did that feel so exciting?
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.
