Gu Yuan returned wearing an unremarkable eighteen-colored bead necklace.
Though this mission had failed without yielding any benefits, his life was now inexplicably held in someone else's palm.
Of course, these were trivial matters. What truly filled Gu Yuan with awe was that man—no, that lord. He had seized control of Gu Yuan’s fate, holding his life and death in the palm of his hand, yet the chat group showed no reaction whatsoever.
It didn’t even detect the slightest anomaly in him, completely unaware that his neck now bore a necklace housing eighteen avatars of a supreme expert, each with a combat power of 1.8 billion!
What did this imply?
It meant the chat group was nothing more than a toy to him!
He could trigger missions at will, and if he chose not to, the chat group remained oblivious to everything!
Gu Yuan boldly speculated that the reason this lord could operate freely under the chat group’s nose—even making it mistake his avatars as native powerhouses rather than fellow group members—was that, with over 90% certainty, the chat group wasn’t bound to his true body. Instead, he had transferred it to his avatars, turning an external cheat... into an external hanging!
Most crucially, this lord had only recently joined the chat group. Under normal circumstances, he shouldn’t possess any system-like cheats. Even if he had other golden fingers... what kind of heaven-defying treasure could the barren Purple Star Continent possibly produce?
Thus, it was highly likely that he had forced his way through the world’s bottlenecks with sheer strength, even daring to provoke the monstrous tribulation of ascension!
Though Gu Yuan had no idea how he’d pulled it off, the man was nothing short of legendary!
The mere thought of it made Gu Yuan’s heart surge with reverence, like an unending torrent or the raging Yellow River—unstoppable and overwhelming...
"Bro, can you hear me?"
Gu Yuan whispered, his now-unswollen face wearing a sycophantic smile as he hunched slightly, even though he was back in his own territory.
Soon, a ripple of intent emanated from the beaded necklace around his neck.
"Lay low for now. Await further orders."
"Got it, bro! Uh, by the way, the group’s been buzzing about my situation. Can I use the chat?"
"Permission granted."
"Sweet!"
With clear instructions, Gu Yuan confidently opened the chat interface.
The group was already heatedly discussing his mission failure.
[Multiverse Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group – Branch 2]
[Wūyā Zuò Fēijī: @Just a bit of wind and frost, Bro Yuan, how did you fail such a simple mission? Did you get caught by the local Heavenly Dao?]
[Dark Night Eternal: The mission’s combat requirement was just 1 billion. The target shouldn’t have reached the False Immortal Realm, meaning the Purple Star Continent hasn’t even hit the threshold of a False Immortal World. Even if you made a scene and alerted the Heavenly Dao, it shouldn’t have led to failure.]
[Withered Leaf in the Wind: Probably just bad luck—like running into an invasion of Outer Realm Fiendish Demons. If he couldn’t protect anything, mission failed, right?]
[Thousand-Faced Scarecrow: Makes sense. Those things are nasty to deal with. But hey, the group leader of Branch 98 wasn’t deleted, right? How does that count as Yuan’s mission failure? Could there be more to it?]
[Withered Leaf in the Wind: Very possible. Yuan’s been offline for hours, stuck on the Purple Star Continent post-failure. What’s he doing?!]
[Bamboo Panda Lover: Gasp What if... Yuan got captured?! But why didn’t he ask for help? Even if the mission failed and his status is locked, basic functions still work. A simple location share would’ve done it. Unwilling to pay the price? Or... unable to call for help?]
"Damn it, stop guessing!"
Gu Yuan panicked slightly. These old foxes were sharper than knives. If they kept deducing, they’d stumble too close to the truth.
If this caught the group leader’s attention, his undercover mission might end before it even began!
How could he allow that?
He’d sworn to outdo that bastard leader of Branch 98!
With that in mind, he quickly jumped in to steer the conversation.
Thanks for the concern, bros! I’m fine!
[Withered Leaf in the Wind: Then what really happened?]
However, a bit of weariness: Ugh, don’t even ask. I’m still fuming. The mission was almost done when three mature-stage Fiendish Demon Scions showed up. Those bastards smelled my Immortal Physique and started screaming about how ‘delicious’ I was, chasing me like mad!
[Thousand-Faced Scarecrow: And then? Three mature-stage Fiendish Demon Scions are annoying, but not enough to make you fail, right?]
However, a bit of hardship: ...Their Matriarch showed up too. I had no time to deal with the Branch 98 leader, so I ditched him and ran. The system auto-failed me.
[Hidden Sage (Group Leader): Illogical. Explain again.]
The moment the usually silent group leader spoke, many members hastily deleted their drafted messages, too intimidated to utter a word.
Cold sweat dripped down Gu Yuan’s back.
But in a quarter of an incense stick’s time, the group leader would fully believe him—because Gu Yuan had decided to spin the perfect lie.
However, a bit of hardship: Sigh I knew I couldn’t fool you, Group Leader. Just kick me. I’ve failed you... I...
[Hidden Sage (Group Leader): What do you mean? Stop stammering. Answer me!]
However, a bit of hardship: I swore on my Dao Heart—can't say it outright. But I'll tell you this: the Purple Star Continent doesn’t just have the Branch 98 leader. There’s another transmigrator... a madman who dared challenge the Ascension Tribulation!
In a celestial paradise shrouded in immortal mist, where dazzling starlight suppressed the laws of heaven and earth, Ye Wuchen—leader of Branch 2—slowly opened his eyes atop a meditation cushion woven from a river of stars.
"More than one transmigrator... a madman who challenges the Ascension Tribulation... and a reward tempting enough to betray me..."
"Could it be that old fool from Branch 1, the Tribulation Transcendent?"
Heh. Ranked 30th on the Individual Peak Leaderboard with 4.1 billion combat power. His growth speed is far slower than mine. Afraid I’ll surpass him and cut off his daily 10,000 Immortal Yuan Stones stipend?"
"You’re slow, old man, and now you’re blocking my path? Using Gu Yuan to target me?"
Heh heh heh... You really think my combat power is just 3.8 billion?"
Ye Wuchen’s eyes deepened like infinite galaxies, shimmering with fearless light.
His confidence stemmed purely from his own strength.
The chat group’s displayed 3.8 billion was merely the limit of his physical fists.
But what if he wielded the power of the stars, channeling the Abyssal Void Dao to swing entire rivers of stars as his weapon? How would you counter that?
During the Demon-Slaying Trials, his peak strike had annihilated a high-tier Fiendish Demon with 7.8 billion combat power!
Tribulation Transcendent?
As if you could actually survive that monstrous Immortal Ascension Tribulation!
But you're just a loose immortal barely clinging to existence after a forced reincarnation, relying on that chat group to scrape by. With a mere 4.1 billion combat power, do you really think I fear you?!
[Reclusive Cultivator (Group Owner): Gu Yuan, you need not speak or ask anything. Just follow his orders. Let’s see exactly how capable he really is!]
"Heh, he actually bought it... and even shifted his grudge onto the group..."
Gu Yuan smirked, immediately seizing the chance to curry favor.
"Bro, let me tell you something..."
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?!
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."
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
