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…]
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
