Gu Yuan was thoroughly cowed this time.
He answered every question without hesitation, his swollen face even wearing a hint of sycophantic fear, terrified of suffering another brutal beating.
"How many members are in Group Two?"
"Full capacity of sixty!"
"Where does your strength rank among them?"
"Lower-middle, around fortieth or so."
"What's the group leader's combat power?"
"3.8 billion—a genuine mid-stage True Immortal cultivation!"
Chen Yi's eyes lit up instantly.
"Is he in the Immortal Realm?"
Gu Yuan gave him a strange look.
Wait, why are you so excited?
You think you can actually take on our group leader?!
If it weren’t for my state being locked due to mission failure, I’d have already called him over to crush you!
"Hmm? Answer me!" Chen Yi’s gaze turned sharp.
Crap, forgot this guy can read minds... Gu Yuan hastily reined in his thoughts and answered obediently, "Whether the group leader is in the Immortal Realm or not, I don’t know. Aside from recruiting people for the Peak Demon-Slaying Tournament, he usually ignores low-strength members like us. He’s... enigmatic."
Hearing this, Chen Yi couldn’t help feeling a tinge of disappointment. After punching Gu Yuan once more, he continued questioning:
"Earlier, you mentioned that the laws of our Purple Star Continent aren’t fully developed. Does that mean your world is more advanced? How advanced?"
Gu Yuan rubbed his swollen face, grumbling, "Not that high. It’s only evolved half-step True Immortal-level laws so far. Mainly because I’m not qualified for the Demon-Slaying Trials—I’m stuck picking up fragments of immortal dao laws in low-level Exorcism Dungeons..."
Suddenly, he froze, a flash of insight striking him. He mused aloud, "Wait, you’re in the group too, right? With your strength, even if you can’t join the Demon-Slaying Trials, Exorcism Dungeons should be easy. Why haven’t you collected some immortal dao fragments to help this world’s Heavenly Dao advance?"
"Is it incompatible with the Heavenly Dao? Or maybe—"
Thud!
Chen Yi punched him again, his voice eerily calm. "Did I say you could ask questions? Answer me: What’s inside Exorcism Dungeons? What are the Demon-Slaying Trials and the Peak Demon-Slaying Tournament? What are the requirements to unlock them?"
Gu Yuan’s head was still ringing as he answered reflexively, "Exorcism Dungeons are special secret realms filled with mindless evil spirits. Killing them drops fragments of immortal dao laws."
"The Peak Demon-Slaying Tournament combines two features: the Demon-Slaying Trials and the Peak Competition Leaderboard. The Trials unlock when a group reaches Level 50, while the Leaderboard unlocks at Level 60."
"The Tournament’s purpose is to select five top fighters from each participating group to compete in the Trials. The group with the highest damage output ranks higher, and higher ranks earn more daily reward points!"
Hiss—
Now that sounds interesting!
Chen Yi’s interest was piqued. "Let me ask you this: Do the Demon-Slaying Trials have a minimum combat power requirement for teammates?"
Gu Yuan paused, finally grasping the flicker of realization in his mind. Slowly, he said,
"The Trials are essentially a large-scale Exorcism Dungeon, so the minimum requirement is 30 million. But by the time a group hits Level 50, almost no member has less than 100 million combat power. Why do you ask? Unless... you’re in a brand-new rookie group?!"
"Group 108—it’s Group 108, isn’t it?!"
"A group that shot up to Level 39 in just two and a half months? That’s impossible without a god-tier carry!"
"I remember Group 108’s leader’s nickname—yeah, it’s ‘The Damned Immortal Tribulation Is Still Chasing Me!’"
"Holy shit?! Bro, don’t tell me you even dared to face that monstrous tribulation?!"
Gu Yuan’s pupils shrank in utter shock.
"Sigh..." Chen Yi exhaled wearily. "Why must you be so perceptive? What good does knowing so much do you?"
Gu Yuan broke into a cold sweat. "Bro, please—don’t kill me! I can prove my worth! I’ll be your spy, just like Group 98’s leader! Believe me, please!!!"
Chen Yi stared at him for a long moment, letting the tension build until Gu Yuan was on the verge of breaking. Then, softly, he asked, "Do you want to live?"
"YES!!!" Gu Yuan nodded like a frantic woodpecker.
"Good." Chen Yi gave a slight nod before pulling out nineteen multicolored orbs. Crushing one, he summoned an immortal avatar into the void, displaying its power.
"See these orbs? Each has the same effect, and they can pass through the return channel normally. Once your mission-locked state lifts, you’ll know what to do, right?"
With that, the remaining eighteen orbs transformed into a necklace and clamped around Gu Yuan’s throat.
Whether this would lure in bigger prey remained to be seen, but one thing was certain: Chen Yi would claim the half-step True Immortal law origin from Gu Yuan’s world.
This was a threshold even the Purple Star Heavenly Dao had never reached—the essential path for a world’s ascension!
Meanwhile, Gu Yuan, now collared by fate, gaped like his eyes might pop out.
This... this...
A single orb contained an avatar with 1.8 billion combat power?!
An exact replica?!
So the one who’d beaten him senseless was just a clone?!
The real Chen Yi hadn’t even shown up yet?!
If a mere clone could annihilate him, how terrifying must the true body be?!
How is this even possible?!
How could the Purple Star Continent—a place not even a pseudo-Immortal Realm—house such a monster?!
Most crucially, this guy seemed to have joined the chat group only two and a half months ago. Even if he had other cheats or systems, for a lone cultivator to reach this level... he was anything but ordinary!
Could his own group leader, with 3.8 billion combat power, actually defeat him?
...Damn. Gu Yuan was already losing faith in his leader.
"Bro, don’t worry—I’ll do this job way better than Group 98’s leader!"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
