When there's only one new member in the group, they're called a newbie.
When there's a whole bunch of new members, they become a faction.
Especially when the twenty-eight newcomers are all old-timers—not just allies but also forcibly dragged into the group!
So, upon arriving in this new world, they naturally stick together for warmth, prioritizing control over the situation. As for having a say... forget it. It's just the black-hearted boss's one-man show. At best, they can suppress the veteran members to avoid workplace bullying...
Though they could easily overpower them with force, they’re still afraid of violence.
And what about the old-timers?
Forget bullying—how dare these old geezers, who’ve already been disciplined by their boss, try to lord it over them?
We were here first! Everyone climbed step by step with the boss to get where we are today—the absolute inner circle!
Even the celestial immortal Han Qianxue suffered their cold shoulders, and only someone as kind as Senior Xu Jinghong kept things harmonious.
And now these old-timers think they can rise to the top just because they outnumber us?
How dare you!
"Stay sharp, boys, don’t lose face!"
"In fists and kicks, we might fall short, but in verbal sparring... my blade is no less sharp!"
"Not a single step back! If we lose the initiative, we’ll be at their mercy!"
"Damn, these old-timers have higher cultivation, faster minds, and greater numbers. We’re losing the argument..."
"Eh? Message cooldown? The chat speed’s been throttled—they’ve slowed down. Did the boss intervene? It’s the boss!"
"Great news, Zhou Zheng’s joining the fray!"
"Brother Chu Nan’s here too!"
"Gu Yuan’s stepping in!"
"Fang Zheng’s warming up!"
"Hahaha, the advantage is ours!"
"..."
The merging of two factions always comes with growing pains.
The newcomers, like a dragon crossing the river, stick together in unfamiliar territory.
The veterans, like local serpents, push back against the impact.
Only after weathering this initial conflict can harmony prevail.
As the group owner, Chen Yi leans slightly toward the veterans, so he reins things in.
After all, the crossing dragon is too fierce—too many, too quick. Without suppression, the local serpents can’t mount an effective defense.
"Tsk."
"Out of thirty group members, twenty-nine are already under my control. Only the Little Golden Dragon remains..."
"Little Golden Dragon, oh Little Golden Dragon, stop struggling and just... sigh, this idiot’s so stubborn!"
In a corner of the immortal realm, after rescuing the controlled members from Wuji’s grasp, Chen Yi stared thoughtfully at the twitching Little Golden Dragon.
Ordinary members weren’t closely monitored—left to roam freely, they were easily stolen from Wuji without him noticing.
But the Little Golden Dragon was different!
He wasn’t directly controlled by Wuji; he remained conscious, though only intermittently.
From what Chen Yi observed, it seemed Wuji was... training the Little Golden Dragon.
At first, Chen Yi thought fusing a Dao Ancestor-level treasure to lower his rank for a complete mechanism was self-sabotage, tricked by Wuji!
But upon closer inspection, it wasn’t so simple.
There seemed to be a mechanism at play that he couldn’t quite grasp.
First, clarify this: Little Golden Dragon = Zhao Huazhen + the artifact spirit of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk.
Second, the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk was incomplete—only one-fifth remained. Fusing a Dao Ancestor-level treasure meant melting just that fragment, affecting the artifact spirit but not Zhao Huazhen himself.
So, the fusion was like adding a variable to a constant, implying some subtle transformation.
Chen Yi didn’t fully understand the principle, but he reached a conclusion:
Fusing the treasure wasn’t self-destruction—it unlocked the Little Golden Dragon’s potential and broadened his path!
"Hiss—"
"First nurturing, now training... has Wuji taken a liking to the Little Golden Dragon?"
"If so, this just got complicated..."
Chen Yi’s gaze darkened as he weighed his options.
Honestly, he’d already hit the jackpot—snatching twenty-seven elite talents, all at least mid-stage True Immortals. Cutting his losses now would secure his gains.
But keeping them here as spies? No good.
Wuji wasn’t like Ling Xiao—he wasn’t one to pretend not to notice.
Chen Yi had only succeeded by exploiting Wuji’s focus on the Little Golden Dragon and the distraction of his nine Chaos Pearls. Once Wuji wrapped things up, he’d easily spot the tampered "puppets."
Leaving the members here would be like throwing meat to a dog—not only futile but also exposing Chen Yi’s interference.
So, the old-timers had to be taken wholesale.
But then again, the Little Golden Dragon’s abilities were too valuable!
The Violet Heaven Immortal Realm needed a skilled World Ascension Envoy to regulate the myriad realms.
Why could the immortal realm influence all worlds?
Because the Heavenly Tribulation could sense every ascendant being, summoning the Immortal Path and opening the gates!
The weak Violet Heaven Heavenly Dao lacked this reach—its influence wasn’t so vast.
But the Little Golden Dragon possessed this power!
If Chen Yi took all twenty-seven members now, Wuji would tighten defenses, cutting off any chance to rescue the Little Golden Dragon.
What to do?
If Wuji wants him, can’t Chen Yi want him too?
Should I retreat from his dominance?
"Fighting here is no good—it’s Wuji’s turf, and I only have two five-star avatars here. He holds all advantages; I’d be at a disadvantage."
"Shifting the battlefield to the Void Abyss would work. He’s so fastidious—wearing gloves even in his own domain—he’d hate reaching into the filth of the Void. Even if he forced himself, he’d hesitate. Then, the advantage would be mine, and he’d be at a disadvantage."
"But how do I sneak the Little Golden Dragon out from under Wuji’s nose?"
"This big dumb dragon isn’t controlled, just groggy. If I act, he’ll resist, and Wuji’s watching closely—he’d react instantly. I’d be at a disadvantage from the start..."
"The Time-Altering Disk... useless. Its mechanism is strong, but the Little Golden Dragon’s is stronger, and Wuji can take over anytime. If my five-star avatar gets suppressed, it’s trouble..."
"Sigh, if only I had a complete Chaos Supreme Treasure. Only mechanisms can counter mechanisms. Swinging a big halberd is only good for smashing things—no finesse..."
Just as Chen Yi brooded, Ye Wuchen delivered earth-shattering news!
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...
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?!
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?"
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.”
