[Ding! You have claimed the rewards for the free mission.]
[Ten billion points have been deposited. Your current point balance is 1.936 billion.]
[One hundred million group experience is being added to the Group 108 leveling system.]
The next second, the lively Group 108 fell into sudden silence, with only system notifications popping up frequently.
[Ding! The group leader has claimed the free mission rewards. Group experience +100 million.]
[The group has leveled up to 40. 98 million more experience points are needed for the next level.]
[Group welfare check-in rewards have been upgraded. Members can now claim 4,000 points daily.]
[The group red envelope system has been super-upgraded. The daily maximum limit has increased to 40 million points, and today’s limit has been refreshed.]
[Public channel restrictions have been lifted. Regular members can now speak, with nicknames displayed in white. The group leader’s nickname is displayed in red.]
[New feature unlocked—‘Location Sharing.’ Want to experience the fun of offline meetups? No need to trigger rescue missions—just pay a certain amount of points to use the teleportation channel.]
"Hmm?" Chen Yi frowned, staring at the massively increased red envelope limit, lost in thought.
Was this how the rules were originally set, or was it specifically targeting him?
Hadn’t he just complained about the limit a few times?
Was it necessary to raise it this much?
How was he supposed to send red envelopes at the maximum limit now?
Forty million at a time? With his balance of less than two billion, how many times could he even send it?
The group remained eerily silent, with no one speaking up, as if everyone was waiting for something.
Damn it! This chat group is making me lose face!
At critical moments, Fang Zheng always came through.
[I Really Don’t Want to Be Sacrificed: I’m tired of saying how amazing Group Leader is, but I’ll say it again—our group’s success is all thanks to Group Leader carrying us. Not only does he always save us from peril, but he also provides us with an incredibly favorable cultivation environment, constantly subsidizing us out of his own pocket. Yet, we haven’t achieved outstanding results. It’s truly shameful…]
[Group Leader, I think we need some discipline. We can’t always rely on your subsidies. Living off unearned rewards will only dull our fighting spirit, making us lazy, turning us into useless freeloaders waiting for handouts!]
[So, I humbly request that you stop sending red envelopes. If we want points, we should earn them with our own hands, like my collaboration with Zhao Gao—a 70-30 split. Points earned this way feel more fulfilling and motivate us further!]
[Alright, Gao, we’ve completed nine missions together, totaling 38 million in earnings. My share is 11.4 million. I’ve already transferred 2 million to you these past few days. Now that the limit’s been lifted, I’m sending you the rest.]
[‘I Really Don’t Want to Be Sacrificed’ sent a targeted red envelope of 9.4 million points, designated for group member ‘Villain Seeking Redemption.’]
[Villain Seeking Redemption: Fang, you’re the man!]
[Fallen Genius: Fang’s right. I feel the same way!]
[Back to the Masses: Aaaah, I’m gonna fight you talented bastards!]
[……]
Chen Yi felt incredibly satisfied.
With Fang Zheng stepping in, the group atmosphere instantly returned to normal.
He could now declare that Fang Zheng was the undisputed MVP of this field—no one else came close!
Fang Zheng, you truly delight me!
[Damn Heavenly Tribulation Still Chasing Me: Fang Zheng, want to take on a bigger project? Come see me in a few days. I’ll give you something good.]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be Sacrificed: If the Group Leader bestows, I dare not refuse. I’ll work even harder to be of use to you soon!]
"Why?!"
Seeing the group leader’s high praise, Xiao Chunan, who was busy fishing, let out a despairing sigh:
"Fang Zheng, why are you so outstanding?"
"I thought I had mastered your essence, yet I can’t even earn a fraction of the Group Leader’s favor. But with just a single move, you’ve reached heights I can only dream of. Hahaha… If Chunan exists, why must Zheng exist?..."
……
No matter what the other members thought, Chen Yi’s admiration for Fang Zheng remained unwavering.
Closing the chat interface, he glanced at the public channel.
Hmm. Still calm, as if Group 108’s level-40 red name hadn’t caused any stir.
But the 99+ private messages proved the turbulent undercurrents beneath the surface.
[Jin Jun (Group 91 Leader) sent you a private chat request.]
[Lan Family’s Ye Yue (Group 95 Leader) sent you a private chat request.]
[When Dreams Sail Again (Group 101 Leader) sent you a private chat request.]
[……]
Ignoring these trivial disturbances, Chen Yi’s gaze finally settled on a particularly weighty private message.
[Hidden Cultivator (Group 2 Leader) sent you a private message.]
[Hidden Cultivator: Did the Group 98 Leader join your group? —From the 31st-ranked individual on the Peak Leaderboard, Group Level 64, the peerlessly prestigious Group 2 Leader.]
Looking at the other’s dazzling, color-shining message bar, then at his own plain red name tag, Chen Yi’s sharp eyebrows twitched violently.
Damn, this chat group really knew how to play the game. These flashy prestige effects—which also came with daily high-tier Immortal Stone rewards—were undeniably tempting.
From what Gu Yuan had told him, those ranked in the top ten of the individual leaderboard received 100,000 Immortal Stones daily. The top thirty got 10,000, while the top fifty only received 1,000.
Converted to points, that was an astronomical figure. How could Chen Yi not be tempted?
His clones needed Immortal Stones to further strengthen their immortal bodies!
So…
Fight!
He had to fight!
Crush this Group 2 Leader, make him send a few pawns to help grind the ‘Exorcism Dungeon,’ and see if his world had anything the Purple Star Heavenly Dao needed!
But before Gu Yuan’s sleeper agent was activated, he had to keep this ‘prestigious Group 2 Leader’ pacified.
[Damn Heavenly Tribulation Still Chasing Me (Group 108 Leader): Yeah, he’s here. Got a problem with that?]
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."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
