The Immortal Realm was seething with undercurrents, and Chen Yi was spewing curses!
For no other reason than...
That damn bastard Ling Xiao wasn’t going down without a fight, even leaving behind obstacles on his way out!
Under the Creation Disk, there were a total of one hundred and twenty chat groups. Excluding the decommissioned Group Six and Group Ninety-Eight, as well as the forty-eight groups taken by the little golden dragon and himself, Ling Xiao still controlled seventy chat groups, comprising three thousand members scattered across the myriad realms!
And when transferring ownership of the Creation Disk, Ling Xiao did only one thing!
He emptied over sixty percent of the Epoch Treasury!
Of course, he was merely a manifested will imprint left in this world—incapable of taking away such an astronomical amount of resources. Moreover, without the cover of the Creation Disk, he couldn’t safeguard them either!
That bastard, knowing he couldn’t take them, transferred the bulk of the resources through the Creation Disk to every member except those in Group Four, even thoughtfully attaching a World Pearl for storage. Then, without hesitation, he retracted all the mental anchors within the members’ consciousness and wiped their information clean!
All that remained for Chen Yi was roughly thirty-eight percent of the treasury, half of the shattered Creation Disk fragments, and the subordinate Group Four.
Bear in mind, Chen Yi had once served as an administrator of these chat groups. He knew exactly what the Epoch Treasury held. With just a quick check, he realized how much was missing!
The transfer of sixty-two percent of the resources, down to the decimal, wasn’t because Ling Xiao didn’t want to take more—it was simply because he ran out of time!
Chen Yi had no doubt that if Wuji had delayed him any longer, that idiot Ling Xiao would’ve drained the Epoch Treasury completely, leaving him with nothing but a crippled Creation Disk and the useless Group Four!
“Oh, very good, Ling Xiao! So this was your plan all along?!”
“You think hiding them will stop me from finding them?”
“Don’t forget—Zhao Huazhen is mine now. Once I restore the Creation Disk, tracking down those missing members is only a matter of time!”
“A year if not sooner, a decade if not a year, a century if not a decade—even a millennium, ten thousand years!”
“I have all the time in the world. I can afford to wait. But you?”
“Your Epoch Dao Essence dwindles with every use—it doesn’t replenish!”
“You’d better pray I never catch you. If I do, you’ll regret it!”
This time, Chen Yi was truly furious.
He had gone to such lengths to hold off Wuji for Ling Xiao, even taking the pressure off his shoulders. And what did that bastard do in return? Not only did he refuse to help, but he also stabbed Chen Yi in the back!
Ling Xiao knew full well that hiding the members was pointless—Chen Yi would find them eventually. Yet he still chose to waste Chen Yi’s time, creating unnecessary complications out of sheer spite!
At its core, that idiot Ling Xiao just wanted to sit back and watch Wuji and Chen Yi tear each other apart, waiting to swoop in and claim the spoils!
Wishful thinking!
Chen Yi’s gaze turned icy as he summoned his true form’s manifestation. In one swift motion, he seized the shattered remnants of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk and refined them instantly.
His resolve was now absolute. Even if he had to safeguard the Purple Star Immortal Realm single-handedly while guarding against Wuji’s potential betrayal, he would sever Ling Xiao’s roots!
He would never allow Ling Xiao to retreat into the shadows, waiting to pluck the fruits of his labor!
Time passed in a flash—three days gone.
Over these three days, Chen Yi meticulously inspected every inch of the shattered Creation Disk fragments. Only after triple-checking that all of Ling Xiao’s lingering filth had been purged did he finally bring the largest fragment back to the Purple Star Immortal Realm. He then summoned Zhao Huazhen, the little golden dragon who now served as both the Ascension Bureau’s Director and the Nethergate Pavilion’s Master, into the Illusory Star Cave Heaven.
“Brother Yi, what’s up? I’ve got a ton of work on my plate—my subordinates can’t handle anything without me. I’m exhausted!”
After weeks of grueling labor, the little golden dragon looked visibly worn out. The moment he stepped into the Illusory Star Cave Heaven, he predictably began venting his frustrations.
But credit where it’s due—compared to his former lazy, carefree self, Zhao Huazhen now carried an air of authority.
He didn’t even think of quitting outright. Instead, he seemed acutely aware of the weight on his shoulders. Complaints aside, he showed no signs of slacking off or resigning.
In a way, it was like his evolution had been delayed. When Zhao Huazhen transformed from a dim-witted little fish into the ultimate golden dragon, only his physical form had advanced. His mind remained sluggish, still a bit of an idiot, slow on the uptake.
But after weeks of tempering in the Purple Star Immortal Court, his mentality had finally undergone a qualitative shift. At last, he was completing his full metamorphosis from a foolish fish into a true golden dragon.
“Not bad. You’ve actually got some official presence now. I thought you’d barge in here demanding to quit,” Chen Yi teased.
“Brother Yi, people grow. I’m just a late bloomer. Quitting is off the table—serving the people is my duty!” Zhao Huazhen declared with utmost seriousness.
It had to be said—the Purple Star Immortal Court was a true crucible of character. Chen Yi could prop Zhao Huazhen up to a high position, but keeping it depended entirely on the little dragon himself. If he couldn’t measure up, being sidelined would be no one’s fault but his own.
And clearly, Zhao Huazhen hadn’t been completely sidelined.
Though his mind worked slower than those cunning old foxes—often getting played like a fool—he was still learning. Every setback taught him a lesson. He couldn’t stay a fool forever, could he?
He wasn’t actually stupid. He knew when he was being mocked, and he reflected on it.
Sure, he couldn’t outwit schemers like Ling Xiao or Chen Yi, nor could he match veterans like Fang Zheng or Gu Yuan. Hell, he might even struggle against his own underlings. But there was no way he’d lose to some clueless rookie enforcers, right?
It was like leveling up. Right now, Zhao Huazhen was Level 10. It made sense that he couldn’t compete with Level 100 big shots. But those big shots had hit their ceiling—they couldn’t advance further. Meanwhile, Zhao Huazhen, at a mere Level 10, had ninety more levels to climb. His potential was limitless—he’d catch up eventually.
He no longer wanted to pretend to be some master schemer. That was just self-deception, like a paper tiger—pierced with a single poke, leaving him a laughingstock.
He wanted to become genuinely shrewd—so much so that others would mistake him for a fool, while he alone knew who the real fool was.
So, the Purple Star Immortal Court? This perfect training ground? He was staying. Even if Chen Yi whipped him, he wouldn’t leave.
Sensing Zhao Huazhen’s unwavering determination, Chen Yi couldn’t help but chuckle. “Seems I underestimated you, Brother Dragon. You’re the true servant of the people!”
At that, Zhao Huazhen’s face flushed. “Brother Yi, that’s all in the past. Let’s not bring it up, alright? I admit I was young and reckless back then...”
“Fine,” Chen Yi waved a hand. “Though I did prefer your unruly side, since you’ve come this far, it’s time to make you whole again.”
As soon as the words left his mouth—
The gleaming fragments of the Creation Disk materialized in a flash.
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."
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.
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.”
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!"
