The Hall of Limitless Radiance.
Immortal Emperor Wuji’s expression was rather unpleasant at the moment.
Being scolded was nothing—he couldn’t care less. Taking a hit from a massive halberd? No big deal, it didn’t even sting. Losing the future Master of the Imperial Treasure Bureau? Irrelevant—what he wanted would eventually fall into place.
But failing to push that little freak into unleashing more functions of that Chaos Supreme Treasure? That was frustrating.
Because just based on its ability to sever causality, he couldn’t determine whether this treasure was a newly born unknown artifact or an ancient relic already in existence.
"Most of the surviving records from the Lingxiao Heavenly Court were destroyed, and the infiltrators tampered with the information. Countless secrets have been lost to history, impossible to trace..."
"Currently, the known Chaos Supreme Treasures are only the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, the Void Burial Ground Soul Suppressing Bell, the Primordial Doom Samsara Seal, the Eternal Bronze Colossus Coffin, the Primal Chaos Pattern Bell, the Primordial Fate-Reversing Banner... and my own Cauldron of Limitless Myriad Things."
"Only seven Chaos Supreme Treasures—this doesn’t align with the cosmic constant. There should be nine!"
"Among them, the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, the Eternal Bronze Colossus Coffin, and the Primal Chaos Pattern Bell have already been confirmed to be in Ling Xiao’s possession. The Cauldron of Limitless Myriad Things is with me. That leaves five Chaos Supreme Treasures unaccounted for..."
"One should be hidden somewhere in the Calamity Realm, but it has long vanished without a trace. Moreover, it already has an owner, so it’s unlikely to be the one that little freak used. Eliminated..."
"Of the remaining four, the Void Burial Ground Soul Suppressing Bell and the Primordial Doom Samsara Seal, according to records, possess immense offensive power but lack such potent causality-severing abilities. They can be tentatively ruled out!"
"That leaves two. Which one did that little freak use?"
"The Primordial Fate-Reversing Banner? This treasure has been missing for eons. Ancient texts only contain fragmented mentions of it, describing its ability to overturn destiny and rewrite causality. That seems to fit. Could that little freak have stumbled upon it?"
"If that’s the case, it’s manageable. At worst, I can send people to traverse the River of Time, expend more manpower and resources to investigate, and piece together the banner’s true nature based on the remnants of history. Then, we can devise countermeasures to avoid being caught off guard when calamity strikes again!"
"But what if that little freak wasn’t using the Primordial Fate-Reversing Banner, but the most mysterious ninth Chaos Supreme Treasure? How do we counter that?"
"Right now, we only know it can unleash a fog of causality. Beyond that, nothing. Without sufficient certainty, how can I resist such a variable?"
"..."
"Enough. Let’s investigate first."
Immortal Emperor Wuji’s gaze was grave. After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly summoned someone.
"Is Chi Guowei present?!"
Almost instantly, a burly figure materialized atop the Wealth God’s lotus pedestal below the imperial throne.
"Chi Guowei pays his respects to Your Majesty!"
The man was clad in luxurious jade-stitched immortal robes, his frame towering and muscular, his exposed forearms rippling with power.
This was none other than the Chief Deity of the Wealth Ministry in the Wuji Heavenly Court, the Golden Scale Vice General Chi Guowei—one of Immortal Emperor Wuji’s most trusted confidants!
Immortal Emperor Wuji nodded slightly, his tone amiable. "Guowei, how stable is the Heavenly Treasury at the moment?"
The Wealth God’s heart clenched at the question. He replied cautiously, "Your Majesty, it’s... stable enough. Barely keeping things afloat, so to speak..."
Immortal Emperor Wuji shook his head. "That’s not a good enough understanding."
The Wealth God’s scalp prickled, but he steeled himself. "Your Majesty, whatever you need, just say the word. Even if I have to tighten my belt, I’ll make it happen!"
The Emperor’s meaning was clear—he wanted to launch a new project. And that meant funding.
What could he do?
What else could he do?
His Emperor was willful. If he had to indulge him, so be it!
Immortal Emperor Wuji pondered for a moment before speaking in a measured tone. "First, tell me this—if we were to add a historical investigation into the Chaos Supreme Treasures on top of our current pursuit of Ling Xiao, how many resources would we need to allocate?"
At this, the Wealth God’s already uneasy heart sank further.
The hunt for Ling Xiao alone had stretched the Wealth Ministry’s finances to the limit. They’d barely managed to balance the books, and now this—a time-consuming, resource-draining historical research project?
Your Majesty, my willful Emperor, please, no more whims!
Our Wuji Heavenly Court has only been established for ten thousand years. Our foundations are too shallow to withstand this kind of extravagance!
After a miserable internal calculation, the Wealth God’s face fell. "Your Majesty, based on preliminary estimates, the Bureau of Fate and the Hall of Chronicles’ historical officials would require at least 450 billion Immortal Yuan Stones for this research."
"This was a project they proposed long ago. As you know, our archives of precious historical texts are severely lacking. They’ve been asking for funds to restore them, but we never approved it—partly because it seemed unnecessary, but mostly because... well..."
Before he could finish, Immortal Emperor Wuji raised a hand. "Was it unnecessary, or was it because we lacked the funds?"
"Your subordinate is incompetent. The Wealth Ministry truly can’t squeeze out any more. This year, even the salaries for the Heavenly Court’s various ministries might not be paid on time..." The Wealth God bowed his head in shame.
Immortal Emperor Wuji fell silent for a long moment before speaking slowly. "Don’t worry about the funds. Recently, there’s been no shortage of generous donors in the Immortal Realm. It’s time to purge this unhealthy trend."
The Wealth God’s eyes lit up instantly. He whipped out a prepared list, barely containing his excitement. "Your Majesty, you’ve finally made up your mind? To be frank, I’ve already compiled the investigations. The evidence is solid, and their hiding spots are all mapped out. Just give the order, and I’ll lead the troops to confiscate their assets!"
The Wealth God was truly desperate. If legitimate revenue streams were too slow, then illegitimate ones would have to do!
These upstarts thought they could emulate Immortal Emperor Wuji’s rebellion and vie for the supreme throne?
Hah! Their methods were laughably crude!
He’d followed Immortal Emperor Wuji through life and death multiple times. These amateurish schemes were transparent to him.
The only reason they hadn’t been dealt with earlier was because the Emperor wanted to fatten them up first before slaughtering them.
Now, though they weren’t at their plumpest, needs must—if they wanted meat, they’d have to butcher them early!
"You... you..." Immortal Emperor Wuji chuckled, pointing at him. "Since you’ve already prepared the list, then cut. Cut cleanly. But remember—don’t take them all. Leave some to grow fatter. And make it tidy. No need to stir up panic."
The Wealth God grinned, his lips curling ominously. "Your Majesty, rest assured. My blade is swift. They won’t suffer."
"Good. Proceed."
Soon after the Wealth God departed, a storm swept through the recently stabilized Immortal Realm.
Under the Immortal Emperor’s iron rule, countless ambitious overlords found their dreams cut short midway...
Truth be told, no one in this era understood the hideouts of rebels better than the Wuji faction.
Trying to show off in front of the master of rebellion himself?
Foolish.
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...
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
