The union of Yin and Yang is also a path to the Great Dao, depending on how cultivators choose to walk it.
Mutual benefit is righteousness, while harming others for personal gain is wickedness.
Though Li Yuanyuan's methods may seem unorthodox, they cannot be called evil as long as both parties consent.
Still, her path is undeniably narrow. Such cultivation may have a high floor, but its ceiling is far lower than the steady, step-by-step perseverance—especially when she has access to the vast resources of the chat group and the support of two top-tier cultivation techniques.
She should have a brighter future ahead, not be trapped in this shadowed present.
Admittedly, Chen Yi’s innate urge to "save fallen women" flared up again.
But after a moment of contemplation, he could only sigh faintly.
Ah, let her be. This is the path she has chosen, and there’s no turning back before she reaches the end.
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Li Yuanyuan, you’ve passed. But the "Great Devouring Heaven Art" is too fierce and domineering, unsuitable for the Yin-Yang fusion path. Use this instead.]
[The Group Owner has shared the file "Transplanting and Grafting Inner Canon" and designated group member 'I Hate Cilantro' for download.]
In a softly lit, pink-hued room, Li Yuanyuan—her skin like polished jade, her beauty enchantingly alluring—suddenly sat up, her glistening eyes filled with complex emotions.
She had expected the Group Owner to disapprove of her using two upright cultivation techniques for such an unorthodox path, even braced herself for a scolding. Yet, not only did he not criticize her, he didn’t even mention it—showing no disdain, only concern, even bestowing a technique better suited to her cultivation?
Group Owner, you…
Tears streamed down Li Yuanyuan’s face. Since crossing into this world, she had been trapped in circumstances beyond her control, forced to endure humiliation with a smile.
If she had any other choice, would she have willingly fallen into depravity?
She had no way out. She had lingered too long in the shadows, grown accustomed to the cold and damp. The long-lost sunlight would only scorch her now. There was no going back—those beautiful days were gone forever.
Group Owner, did you understand this? Is that why you chose to support me with a new technique instead of preaching redemption like some savior?
Wuwuwu…
Li Yuanyuan burst into loud sobs, as if pouring out all the grievances she had suppressed in her heart.
On the other side, seeing that she hadn’t downloaded the technique after so long, Chen Yi shook his head and shifted the group’s attention away from her, tagging the last two members.
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: @Unemployed God of Light @Self-Redeeming Villain, only you two left. Who’s next?]
[Self-Redeeming Villain (Zhao Gao): Senior, maybe you go first?]
[Self-Redeeming Villain: Senior?]
[Self-Redeeming Villain: ……]
[Self-Redeeming Villain: Reporting to the Group Owner, I am Zhao Gao, a branch disciple of a prominent clan. The wicked young master stole the childhood sweetheart of a man named Lin Hao and ordered me to eliminate him. But after investigating, I discovered this Lin Hao is no ordinary man!
No matter how I ambush or scheme, he always escapes death, even gaining fortuitous encounters mid-flight, his cultivation soaring until he turns the tables and slaughters my lackeys!
In desperation, I triggered a quest for help, but even the former Group Owner Mu Chen couldn’t handle him. Without a doubt, this Lin Hao is the Chosen One of this world—and I’m just the villain’s disposable underling!
This realization terrified me. I begged the clan to send stronger experts to erase him, but that brain-dead young master called me useless, berated me for failing to crush a mere insect, and even banished me until I capture Lin Hao. I swear, that moron— him!
With no support from home and the protagonist now fixated on killing me, I’m cornered. Though my cultivation is higher, I can’t defeat him. I’m constantly fleeing, triggering quests for help left and right. That bastard Mu Chen farmed points happily, but I’m the one dying here!
Thankfully, at my lowest moment, you appeared like a beacon, pulling me from the darkness. What Chosen One? Before your 1.8 billion combat power, he’s just a chicken! Just say the word, and I’ll charge at him right now!
One more thing: driving him back rewards 2 million points, a quest I can trigger twice daily. Killing him, though, nets 1 billion. Whether to farm sustainably or cash in big—I’ll follow your lead!
Lastly, my combat growth stats: 15 days ago, I was at 800,000; now, 820,000. I’ve only grasped the second layer of both techniques. My aptitude’s a bit lacking, sorry.]
"Tsk tsk, 2 million for driving him back, but 1 billion for killing him? Interesting…"
Chen Yi’s gaze darkened.
Given his years of dealings with the Heavenly Dao, he could guess: this Lin Hao was undoubtedly nurtured by that world’s Heavenly Dao, meant to stabilize its foundational laws or elevate the world’s rank.
So driving him back is fine—what doesn’t kill him only makes him stronger. Trials and tribulations!
As the saying goes: When Heaven is about to confer a great responsibility, it first tempers the heart, strains the bones, starves the body, empties the self, and thwarts all efforts—to toughen resolve and strengthen incapabilities!
But killing him? That’s defying the Heavenly Dao. If Lin Hao truly faces death, the Heavenly Dao will intervene without fail.
This mirrors Chen Yi’s own past—when he stripped the Great Zhou Dynasty of its dragon-vein fortune, destabilizing the world’s laws, the Heavenly Dao raged and struck back relentlessly.
Fighting an entire world, enduring the Heavenly Dao’s wrath to achieve his goal—1 billion points is a fair reward.
Still, compared to a one-time payout, Chen Yi prefers the sustainable 2 million per run.
Twice daily, 2 million each—in 250 days, he’d net 1 billion, with pure profit afterward. Even a fool would pick this!
Sure, it’s tedious, but Chen Yi doesn’t have to lift a finger.
After all, Fang Zheng, now at 3 million combat power, is no pushover. And the chat group’s stats only measure base strength, excluding weapons and treasures!
With the "Star-Suppressing Seal" Chen Yi gifted him, Fang Zheng can face opponents with 10 million combat power without fear. Why let such a capable member idle when he’s already invested so much?
Let Fang Zheng handle the quests while the Group Owner reaps 50% of the points—what could be better?
With that in mind, Chen Yi replied:
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Zhao Gao, though you failed this assessment, given your circumstances, punishment is waived. Prepare yourself. Upholding sustainable principles, specific arrangements will follow post-assessment. Await further notice. Next.]
......
Yet after two and a half minutes, the summoned An Lan still hadn’t responded, leaving no clue as to what he was doing.
Chen Yi frowned and spoke up again.
[TMD the Immortal Ascension Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: @Unemployed God of Light, what’s the matter? Too ashamed to face me because your cultivation progress is trash? Speak!]
Another two and a half breaths passed before An Lan finally replied in a frantic rush.
[Unemployed God of Light (Adolf Anlan): Sorry, sorry! Just wrapped something up. My bad, I’ll reflect on this…]
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?"
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.
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...
'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.
