Xiao Chunan's past was something Chen Yi had already heard about from Mu Chen, and it bore some resemblance to the experiences of a certain Xiao Huohuo.
However, the fact that his clan possessed a rare treasure capable of unlocking the Spirit Emperor's secret vault was the first time he had revealed it—likely something even Mu Chen, the former group owner, hadn't known.
But that was understandable. After all, Mu Chen was a bit of a loser, barely reaching the peak of the Nascent Soul stage with a combat power of 9.5 million. He simply wasn’t capable of handling Xiao Chunan’s grand project.
According to Mu Chen, Xiao Chunan’s world was no small fry—it had once produced powerhouses with combat power in the hundreds of millions, the so-called Spirit Emperors. Even in the present era, there were Spirit Sages with power in the tens of millions keeping things in check. For someone like Mu Chen, with a measly 9.5 million combat power, going there to mess around would be nothing short of suicide.
Of course, what was nearly impossible for Mu Chen was child’s play for Chen Yi.
After all, the powerhouses in Xiao Chunan’s world fought tooth and nail, risking their lives just to seize the legacy of a Spirit Emperor with a hundred million combat power. Meanwhile, a single immortal clone of Chen Yi could casually wield 1.8 billion combat power.
That was why Xiao Chunan dared to reveal the secret of the Spirit Emperor’s treasure without hesitation. If it had been Mu Chen, that lackluster former group owner, he would’ve kept his mouth shut.
Because if the risks posed by a group member exceeded the group’s capacity to handle them, the optimal solution was simply to kick that member out.
Fang Zheng was a prime example—who besides Chen Yi would dare to bail him out?
By the same logic, Xiao Chunan dared to speak up precisely because he believed in his current group owner’s ability to protect him!
[Damn Heavenly Tribulation Still Chasing Me: Not bad, Chunan. You pass. As for the Spirit Emperor’s treasure, wait for further instructions. Don’t go rogue like certain people. Next!]
[Abandoned Palace Resident (Liu Ruyan): Group Owner~ Who’s this "certain people" you’re talking about? It’s not me, is it?]
[Damn Heavenly Tribulation Still Chasing Me: You know exactly who I mean! Hurry up and report. If your progress under such immense fortune isn’t satisfactory, the punishment will be severe!]
[Abandoned Palace Resident: whimpers So how exactly are you going to punish me? Will you use a little whip? My bed is ready for you~ (blushing.ipg)]
[Damn Heavenly Tribulation Still Chasing Me: ?]
[Abandoned Palace Resident: Group Owner~ Do you like roleplay? I can dress up as an empress—dragon knights are so dashing!]
[Damn Heavenly Tribulation Still Chasing Me: If you’re sick, go see a doctor. Stop acting shameless here. One more inappropriate word, and it’s a three-day mute!]
[Abandoned Palace Resident: Reporting in, Group Owner. You already know my situation, so I won’t waste words. This empress is just a soulless stamping machine!
As for my combat power growth over the past half-month—15 days ago, it was 5,000. Now it’s 550,000. With the nation’s fortune boosting my cultivation, I’ve reached the fifth layer of the Great Devouring Heaven Art and the ninth layer of the Mind Control Art. So? Do I get an "Excellent" rating?]
Hiss—
Honestly, that speed was terrifying!
Numbers alone might not paint the full picture, but comparing cultivation realms made it clear.
This was equivalent to jumping from the fifth layer of Foundation Establishment to the mid-stage of Nascent Soul in just 15 days!
Meanwhile, Fang Zheng’s combat power increase, though seemingly large, only amounted to advancing from the early-stage Nascent Soul to mid-stage.
Even Chen Yi hadn’t expected this woman to be so ridiculously overpowered!
He’d thought breaking through one major realm would be impressive—but she’d shattered two!
Truly worthy of the title "Ruyan the Great"—absolutely monstrous!
[Damn Heavenly Tribulation Still Chasing Me: Fine, you get "Excellent." Keep it up. Next!]
[Abandoned Palace Resident: Just praise? I want a reward!]
[Group Owner has muted group member ‘Abandoned Palace Resident’ for 2.5 hours.]
"Tch. The damn Group Owner is as stingy as ever."
Liu Ruyan, the Stormwind Empress, pouted in disdain.
Not like she wasn’t used to being muted—it didn’t stop her from lurking.
[Two-Sleeved Sword Immortal (Zhou Zheng): Reporting, Group Owner. My situation’s a bit... complicated. To put it bluntly, I’m a warehouse manager in my sect’s Supply Hall. Before joining this group, I was the puppet of a certain high-ranking elder. Back then, with his backing, no one dared to audit me. But now that the big boss above me has fallen, the sect leader is furious and ordering a full investigation—and all the corrupt officials below are trying to pin everything on me!
The audacity! Back then, I was only at Foundation Establishment, yet they’re claiming I embezzled 200 Nascent Soul Pills, 1,000 Core Formation Herbs, 30,000 Foundation Establishment Pills, and piles of magical artifacts and treasures. Like, seriously,
Right now, the Enforcement Hall—who aren’t exactly clean themselves—are "investigating." I’ve already been detained, and they’re just waiting to fabricate enough evidence to silence me permanently. If you’re up for a rescue mission, I can expose everything. Those bastards will definitely try to kill me to keep me quiet!
Lastly, my combat power growth over the past half-month: 18,000 fifteen days ago, now only 35,000. My progress in the two arts you shared is only at the second layer, since I’ve been too busy with this mess to cultivate properly. My apologies, Group Owner.]
Chen Yi: "......"
Dude, you’re full of contradictions.
You call yourself "Two-Sleeved Sword Immortal," yet you were involved in corruption. Now you’re taking the fall for the smallest cut while others walk free...
Aren’t you just the cleanest of the corrupt?
Hiss— Damn, that’s rough.
If not for me, how would you even survive?
[Damn Heavenly Tribulation Still Chasing Me: You fail this evaluation. But given the circumstances, punishment is postponed. Permission granted—go make a scene!]
[Two-Sleeved Sword Immortal: Thank you, Group Owner! Time to wreck those sons of !]
After sending that message, Zhou Zheng’s status went offline.
Waiting for the situation to unfold would take time, so Chen Yi moved on to the remaining three members.
[Damn Heavenly Tribulation Still Chasing Me: Next! Who’s up?]
[I Hate Cilantro: No one? Then I’ll go.]
[I Hate Cilantro: Reporting, Group Owner. I’m Li Yuanyuan, a Saintess of the Harmonious Joy Sect. I walk the line between righteous and demonic paths, mingling with both sides. My situation’s stable. If you’re looking for a rescue mission... I could seduce the only son of the righteous faction’s leader, or maybe castrate the demonic faction’s beloved grandson. Either way, it’d be a high-quality mission requiring at least 10 million combat power!
As for my combat power growth: 500,000 fifteen days ago, now 650,000—averaging 10,000 per day. And I’ve reached the sixth layer in both arts you shared!
Gotta say, the Great Devouring Heaven Art is perfect—every dual cultivation session leaves my partner completely drained. It synergizes so well with the Dao of Yin-Yang Harmony. Plus, the Mind Control Art enhances my soul power, making my charm techniques flawless. I can hypnotize them into believing they underperformed, not that I sucked them dry!]
Chen Yi: ???
Wait, hold on—you can use them like that?!
These are supposed to be righteous, orthodox techniques! How did you twist them into some demonic cultivation method?!
How is this even fair?!

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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."

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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.”