"Just don’t wanna talk to you, what’s the big deal? Got a problem with that? Fine, I’ll leave then?"
The spirit of the Primordial Heavenly Pivot Mirror wasn’t the least bit intimidated. In its eyes, Chen Yi was far from a good person!
Not only did he constantly manhandle it, but he’d even gone so far as to sneakily try stuffing things into its body!
If not for the fact that it had no choice but to agree to lend him thirty hours of its power, it would’ve turned hostile long ago!
"Oh? Feisty little thing, aren’t you?" Chen Yi smirked, lips quirking. "And what if I don’t let you leave? Think you can just walk away?"
"Go ahead and try. See if I can’t summon the current Immortal Emperor Wuji in an instant!" The Primordial Heavenly Pivot Mirror remained unyielding, its tone even bordering on defiance.
"Then do it. I couldn’t care less," Chen Yi replied calmly.
"Don’t say I didn’t warn you!" The mirror’s spirit blustered, though inwardly, it knew the stakes were too high.
If things escalated to a full-blown confrontation, what if Chen Yi retaliated by exposing the Divine Realm’s movements to the Immortal Realm?
A mutually destructive clash would only allow the Immortal Realm to reap the benefits!
So, unless pushed to the brink, the mirror had no intention of burning bridges.
"Don’t worry, I won’t regret it. Go on, call Wuji!" Chen Yi stood his ground, unwavering.
This was a battle of wills—whoever faltered first would lose the upper hand.
But Chen Yi had another card up his sleeve. He’d secretly stationed a five-star clone outside. If the mirror truly resorted to underhanded tactics, his six-star clone would strike back with overwhelming force!
He only fought battles he was certain to win.
Meanwhile, the mirror’s spirit wasn’t as naive as the little golden dragon. It wouldn’t back down from mere intimidation and met Chen Yi’s challenge head-on.
"Fine, fine! So this is how it is? All nice and polite when you need me, but the moment you’re done, you turn on me?!"
"Then I’ll just blow this place up!"
As it spoke, the surrounding mist of causality churned, and a spatial rift slowly began to form.
"Chen Yi, I’m giving you one last warning!"
"The moment this mist disperses, our coordinates will be laid bare before the eyes of the current Immortal Emperor!"
"Still not scared?!"
Chen Yi remained unfazed, but the little golden dragon, who’d been doodling circles nearby, nearly jumped out of its scales. It swiftly shrank its massive dragon form into a three-inch midget and shielded itself behind Chen Yi, roaring:
"Primordial, have you lost your mind?!"
"If Wuji really shows up, none of us are getting out alive!"
The mirror’s spirit sneered. "You mean you won’t get out alive. If I want to leave, not even an Immortal Emperor can stop me!"
Chen Yi gave it a deep look. "Then go ahead and open it. Need me to help you or something?"
With a wave of his hand, he actively began dispersing the mist of causality.
Outside the spatial rift, he’d already blanketed the area with a veil woven from the same material as his cloaking cloak—a fact the mirror remained oblivious to. With such pitiful awareness, what chance did it have against him?
"Wait, hold on—let’s talk this out!"
Seeing Chen Yi genuinely dispersing the mist, the mirror’s spirit wisely chose to back down.
This guy wasn’t bluffing—he genuinely didn’t fear the consequences!
"See? Was that so hard? All I wanted was a little chat. No need for all this drama, like I’m some kind of monster trying to devour you."
Chen Yi scoffed, glancing sideways at the mirror before pointing at the trembling little golden dragon behind him. "Now, apologize to him."
The mirror’s spirit shot a disdainful look at the spineless dragon but, after a brief hesitation, nodded. "Fine."
"Creation, I sincerely apologize for my earlier rudeness. I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?"
The little golden dragon blinked, glancing between Chen Yi and the mirror before a sly grin spread across its face. "Not very sincere, are you? You didn’t even call me ‘Brother Dragon’!"
The mirror’s spirit—a young boy in appearance—darkened but forced a stiff smile. "Brother Dragon, I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?"
The little dragon nodded in satisfaction. "No big deal. Brother Dragon doesn’t hold grudges!"
The boy’s eye twitched. Taking a deep breath to suppress his frustration, he turned back to Chen Yi. "Anything else?"
"Let me make one thing clear—if you’re thinking of recruiting me, forget it. I only acknowledge one master in this lifetime!"
Chen Yi nodded. "Such an outrageous demand? I’d never dream of asking."
The boy continued, "And if you’re trying to extend your thirty-hour limit, that’s also a no. Not a second more."
Chen Yi waved dismissively. "Such rudeness? I wouldn’t dare suggest it."
The boy exhaled in relief but still pressed, "And if you’re after the Divine Realm’s core secrets, forget that too."
"Of course. Truthfully, I have zero interest in the Divine Realm’s secrets," Chen Yi said coolly, hands clasped behind his back.
"Oh?" The boy frowned, puzzled. "Then what do you want?"
"Simple." Chen Yi’s gaze sharpened. "Just answer three questions for me."
"Which are?"
"First—do you really enjoy being stepped on by the Divine Sovereign’s wife?"
The boy’s eyes bulged. "I do not! That’s—how dare you?!"
"Alright, alright. That one doesn’t count. Just personal curiosity." Chen Yi smirked before continuing. "First real question: Aside from the Primordial Creation Disk, have you interacted with any other Chaos Treasures?"
The boy’s face darkened. He knew this guy was messing with him, but with Chen Yi holding all the cards, he had no choice but to comply.
"Besides him, I’ve crossed paths with the Void Burial Soul Bell, the Eternal Bronze Coffin, the Primordial Chaos Chime, and the Primordial Fate-Reversal Banner."
Chen Yi nodded, committing the names to memory before turning to the little golden dragon. "What about you? How many have you met? And how’d you find out about this guy’s… preferences?"
The little dragon puffed up proudly. "Let me tell you—back in my prime, my ability to reflect across the myriad realms far surpassed this old relic’s. While it was stuck in the Divine Realm after being subdued by the Divine Sovereign, the others were always wandering off who-knows-where. So every time it got… ahem… ‘itchy feet,’ I’d catch it in the act. Who knew it had such tastes?"
"Too bad I got careless once and it noticed. This bastard flew into a rage and tried to reverse-lock onto me, then sic the Divine Sovereign on me!"
"Pfft. As if this trash could lock onto me? Not a chance! I led it on a wild goose chase—those were the days!"
"Yeah, yeah, you’re so amazing," the boy cut in sarcastically. "And yet, who was it that blindly pledged loyalty to that heartless Ling Xiao? Almost ended up utterly annihilated, didn’t you?"
"Maybe you should reflect on yourself. The Bronze Coffin and the Primordial Chime also chose Ling Xiao, yet only one of you got sacrificed—without even a heads-up. Talk about a failure..."
The little dragon’s grin froze.
"YOU LITTLE—!!!"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.”
