The moment his true name was called out, Chen Yi's mind momentarily blanked.
They're asking if I know the Tribulation Transcendent Chen Yi?
How could I not know myself?
Is this a direct call-out?
Someone who can uncover my real name just through online chatting—seems like I’ve kicked an iron plate here...
Keep in mind, everyone in the chat group uses aliases. Even the group admin has no access to members' private information, let alone admins from other public groups.
So how did the admin of Group 98 manage to dig up my identity?
Could they be an omnipotent being capable of perceiving all cause and effect across the myriad realms?
Or perhaps a master of fate divination at the pinnacle of their craft?
Damn it all! Is this really a "newbie" chat group?!
At first, I thought being dragged into a newbie chat group while already at the Tribulation Stage was unique enough—turns out there’s someone even more formidable here?
Looking at it this way, his "read but no reply" wasn’t arrogance—he genuinely had the power, while I was the one being presumptuous?
No, wait!
After calming down, Chen Yi felt something was off.
If the admin of Group 98 truly were such an unfathomable powerhouse, his group rank shouldn’t be this low. Nor would he remain so humble and polite when I was practically stepping on his face with my accusations.
A supreme expert has their own dignity—their majesty cannot be challenged!
He must be... bluffing?
For instance, maybe this guy also transmigrated to the Purple Star Continent. After seeing the three lines of verse I left behind, he realized I was a fellow transmigrator.
Then, taking a wild guess that I’d joined this chat group, combined with my distinctive username, he pieced together that he was talking to me—and used this to intimidate me into backing off?
Hmm, this is far more likely to be the truth!
His shift from humble and slightly submissive to suddenly assertive also supports this theory!
But better safe than sorry!
What if the admin of Group 98 really is one of those shameless, tiger-disguised-as-a-cat, trollish powerhouses?
To play it safe, Chen Yi decided to dial back his attitude and test the waters.
[TMD the Tribulation Won’t Stop Chasing Me (Admin of Group 108): What Tribulation Transcendent? Cut the nonsense. Why did you read my message and ignore it? What’s your deal?!]
"Hmph, acting all high and mighty? Think you’re invincible?" Mu Chen’s expression darkened as he began his act.
[Back to the Multitude (Admin of Group 98): What do you want? I can tell you that the Tribulation Transcendent Chen Yi’s group alias is ‘Tribulation Sovereign.’ If you don’t believe me, check the second-level page of the Multiverse Store under ‘Trusted Merchants from Group One.’ I’m on good terms with him.]
Chen Yi: "..."
Confirmed. This guy’s an idiot.
I initially thought he was some cunning schemer, but now... he can’t even do basic math!
[TMD the Tribulation Won’t Stop Chasing Me (Admin of Group 108): Oh? So you’re close with the Tribulation Transcendent? Are you sure about that?]
Seeing the other party’s tone soften, Mu Chen’s tension eased slightly.
[Back to the Multitude: Believe it or not, but I’ll apologize for the earlier rudeness of leaving you on read. Hope you can overlook it.]
Apologies vary depending on the situation.
Before name-dropping ‘Tribulation Sovereign,’ the other side was aggressive—getting forgiveness would’ve cost him dearly.
But after raising that banner, even if the other party was still displeased, they’d have to rein in their hostility.
Little did Mu Chen know how ridiculous his little charade looked when performed in front of the actual person he was impersonating.
Chen Yi was practically laughing!
[TMD the Tribulation Won’t Stop Chasing Me (Admin of Group 108): Funny, I don’t recall that. Oh, by the way—I’m Chen Yi. You must’ve also transmigrated to the Purple Star Continent, right? Should I come find you, or will you come to me?]
Mu Chen: "???"
Holy—
Wait a second!
My brain’s short-circuiting here!
You’re Chen Yi?!
The Tribulation Transcendent Chen Yi?!
You’re joking, right?!
That old monster Chen Yi transmigrated eight hundred years ago—how could he possibly be in a newly established newbie group like 108?!
You’re messing with me... right?
Mu Chen wanted to cry.
He desperately wished to delude himself, but reality refused to cooperate.
After all, the other guy even named the Purple Star Continent—lying further would just be rude.
But he really, really didn’t want to meet Chen Yi!
If it were the ‘Tribulation Sovereign’ he’d imagined—some old-timer from Group One—it’d be fine. At worst, he’d lose some trivial things, nothing major.
But Chen Yi was the admin of a newbie group, akin to a startup company!
Having been a newbie himself, Mu Chen knew exactly what such groups lacked the most!
If he went to Chen Yi, could he expect anything good?
He’d be lucky to escape without being skinned alive!
Thirty-plus years of hard work, painstakingly building Group 98 into its current state, managing over fifty elite members, having them grind tasks for him while he raked in hundreds of thousands of points daily—living the cushy boss life...
Was it all about to vanish?!
"No! I refuse to work for someone else, even if it’s Chen Yi!"
"Chatting big online is one thing, but you want me to face you in person? Dream on!"
The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached. Mu Chen immediately closed the private chat, then—driven by desperation—blacklisted Chen Yi and logged off, cutting off any chance of being tracked down.
On the other side, watching Group 98’s admin’s grayed-out avatar go idle, Chen Yi smirked.
"Tsk tsk tsk. I was feeling a bit guilty about roughing up a fellow transmigrator, but you’ve handed me the knife yourself. Why make it so easy?"
"Playing hide-and-seek with me on the Purple Star Continent? You really don’t know your limits."
"Heh... Purple Star, you there?"
Chen Yi chuckled lightly, tapping the ground to summon the realm’s Heavenly Dao.
Soon, a vast, ethereal voice echoed through the void.
"Present. What do you require?"
As the only Tribulation Stage cultivator in this realm—one who’d survived eighty-one heavenly tribulations, the anchor stabilizing the foundational laws, and the greatest hope of restoring the Purple Star Continent to its former pseudo-immortal status—Chen Yi held immense weight in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao.
Not quite "ask and you shall receive," but if he willed it, the Purple Star Heavenly Dao would bend to his whims.
"Find someone for me." Chen Yi spoke calmly, raising three fingers.
"First, their soul lacks the reincarnation imprint of this realm."
"Second, their spiritual energy consumption doesn’t match their cultivation level."
"Third, they frequently vanish from this realm before reappearing."
With clear instructions, the Purple Star Heavenly Dao immediately began its search.
"Please wait. Scanning based on your criteria..."
"Targets located: Nine entities meet the conditions—three demonic, four human, two insectoid."
"The corresponding coordinates have been marked. After locating your desired target, if it's convenient, could you also help verify whether the other eight beings are reincarnations of extraterrestrial demons?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
