Seeing Zhou Zheng in such a pitiful state, Chen Yi couldn't help but feel a tinge of disdain.
His verdict? Not even close to Fang Zheng.
Back when he was standing toe-to-toe with the Celestial Pivot Heavenly Dao, Fang Zheng had the guts to stand right beside him, enduring the residual pressure of the Heavenly Dao's might and still managing to keep his mind clear!
Sure, Fang Zheng's cultivation was higher, but the pressure he withstood was also leagues beyond what Zhou Zheng could handle.
In terms of mental fortitude, Fang Zheng could leave Zhou Zheng in the dust by a hundred thousand miles!
Let it be known that innate talent only determines one's starting point, but to scale the peaks of cultivation, one must possess an unshakable Dao heart!
The path of cultivation is fraught with thorns and shrouded in mist. If one cannot hold fast to their true self and loses their way due to setbacks and tribulations, then no matter how great their talent or potential, they’ll only stagnate midway or even plummet into the abyss!
Frankly, Zhou Zheng was just too lacking in this regard—still green, still needing more training.
Shaking his head, Chen Yi raised a sword-finger and tapped Zhou Zheng’s forehead, instantly cleaving through the chaos in his sea of consciousness and guiding his disoriented soul back on track. Along the way, he casually wiped away some low-grade soul restrictions left by insignificant pests.
Zhou Zheng shuddered violently, his dazed eyes gradually regaining clarity.
"Oh hey, isn’t this my beloved Group Leader? What was it you wanted me to do again?"
Chen Yi: "..."
What am I supposed to do with this kid?
After a long silence, he motioned for Zhou Zheng to look toward the towering figure of the Law Hall’s leader, Gong Zheng, standing conspicuously in the distance.
"Go. Slap him twice—start by asserting your dignity as a man!"
"On it!"
Zhou Zheng’s soul, freshly purified, was now as reactive as sensitive skin. In a flash, he appeared before Gong Zheng and raised his hand without hesitation.
Slap! Slap!
Those two cathartic slaps felt so good.
This old bastard had stooped so low as to sneak into the Holy Maiden’s Peak and steal personal keepsakes from Zhou Zheng’s two younger sisters, just to force his compliance!
Such actions had crossed Zhou Zheng’s bottom line—this man had already signed his own death warrant!
From that moment, Zhou Zheng had sworn to himself: once he summoned the Group Leader, this old fool’s days would be numbered.
"Group Leader, I—"
Just as he was about to ask for help, Zhou Zheng suddenly found his volume button seemingly ripped out—his mouth moved, but no sound came out.
Before he could figure out what was happening, Chen Yi’s calm voice drifted from behind.
"Don’t speak. Don’t ask. Step back quietly and watch how it’s done."
Though confused, Zhou Zheng was happy to comply.
After all, the Group Leader was a god-tier carry. If he said so, there had to be a reason. Zhou Zheng’s job was to sit back and enjoy the ride.
But what happened next far exceeded Zhou Zheng’s expectations, leaving his fragile psyche utterly shaken!
With a flick of his sleeve, Chen Yi first roused the slumbering Supreme Elders of the Sacred Void Sect from their naps on the ground. Then, with a mere lift of his palm, a terrifying suction force erupted, yanking the souls of everyone present—except Zhou Zheng—straight out of their bodies!
"AHHH! Why?! I cooperated! Why still kill me?!" Sikong Xuan’s soul trembled as he wailed in injustice.
"Wait, can someone explain what’s happening?! When did our Sacred Void Sect offend this mighty senior?!"
The Supreme Elders were in complete disarray. One moment they were peacefully cultivating in the spirit veins, the next they were dragged out and manhandled—who wouldn’t be baffled?!
Soon, the sect’s higher-ups on-site provided the answer.
"Gong Zheng, you ! You ! The senior says jump, you ask how high—why the did you have to open your mouth?!"
"Gong Zheng, I !"
"Putting aside the facts, aren’t you all to blame too?! If you didn’t want to resist, why didn’t you stop me?! I !"
Gong Zheng, the instigator, fired back with equally foul language, his words so crude it was hard to believe he was a centuries-old cultivator. His demeanor was worse than a vulgar woodsman!
In the end, no matter how they screamed or resisted, their souls were all pulled into Chen Yi’s palm.
Then, his five jade-white fingers clenched—and the sky went dark.
Just as they resigned themselves to death, awaiting their souls’ annihilation...
The sky... lit up again?!
Not only that, but their souls were perfectly intact, returned to their bodies as if nothing had happened?!
???
Perfectly intact—not a speck more, not a speck less.
After a thorough self-inspection, the Sacred Void Sect’s higher-ups wore expressions of utter bewilderment.
What in the heavens was this mighty senior playing at?!
Yanking their souls out only to stuff them back in—was this a game?!
Or was he flexing his power to intimidate them?
With strength like his, he didn’t need to flex—they wouldn’t dare move a muscle!
Those involved were lost, but Zhou Zheng, the sole observer, saw everything clearly.
He watched as Chen Yi seized the higher-ups’ souls and refined them in an instant!
Though they were returned unharmed, a faint, illusory ring now rested in Chen Yi’s palm.
On that ring, tiny soul shadows floated, bound by luminous chains—unable to escape, unable to resist...
One glance, and Zhou Zheng understood the ring’s purpose.
Without a doubt, whoever held that ring would command the lives of the Sacred Void Sect’s elites. They could be molded into any shape, subjected to any whim—a true Master’s Ring!
The mere thought set Zhou Zheng’s heart ablaze.
He knew Chen Yi wouldn’t stay long—so this ring...
Was likely meant for him!
He’d been worried about how to protect his sisters after Chen Yi left.
Given the nature of his request, even if the Sacred Void Sect wasn’t annihilated, it would be severely weakened. The rival faction, the Tianyuan Sacred Land, would surely seize the chance to "offer aid"—more like scavenge the sect’s remains.
Zhou Zheng could always provoke another crisis and summon Chen Yi again, but his sisters’ safety in the ensuing chaos was uncertain. What if...
The sister-obsessed Zhou Zheng couldn’t bear the thought!
But now, Chen Yi had flipped the script entirely—without shedding a drop of blood, he’d not only spared the sect but handed Zhou Zheng the reins, making him the Sacred Void Sect’s daddy!
Which meant his sisters would be the sect’s aunties!
Who in the Sacred Void Sect would dare raise their voice at them now?!
The thought of securing a better life for his sisters left Zhou Zheng trembling with excitement.
So, Group Leader... when are you handing over that Master’s Ring?
Zhou Zheng gazed eagerly at Chen Yi.
Yet Chen Yi didn't even spare him a glance, turning instead to stride toward the heavens.
Step by step, he walked upon the void, unhurried and steady.
Gradually, his aura ceased to be restrained, pouring forth unrestrained.
At the same time, a colossal handprint manifestation slowly materialized, giving the azure sky a light pat.
Smack~
It felt as though he had playfully swatted the Heavenly Dao’s backside, accompanied by a cordial greeting:
"Little Heavenly Dao, come out and greet your guest, won’t you?"
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."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
