There is no medicine for regret in this world, and Ye Wuchen couldn’t keep Gu Yuan either.
As for whether the so-called "Trash Trio" of Group Two were truly useless, the new group leader Chen Yi would be the judge.
All Ye Wuchen needed to do was honestly fulfill the transaction.
"Senior, perhaps I was blind, failing to recognize the worth of these founding members of the group. I suppressed them for so long, only for them to finally shed their shackles and reveal their brilliance now... Well, no matter. I can only hope they continue to shine under your guidance. I... I’ve wronged them."
Ye Wuchen’s expression was desolate as he lowered his head, refusing to look at the triumphant Gu Yuan. Instead, he silently packaged the three group members and uploaded them to the public zone.
[‘Hermit Cultivator’ (Personal Peak Rank 31, Esteemed Leader of Group Two) initiated a member transfer to ‘Damn Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me’ (Leader of Group 108).]
[Approval granted!]
[Please pay three points to complete the transaction.]
[Payment successful!]
From then on, Group Two lost three "trash," while Group 108 gained three "powerhouses"!
"Alright, Senior. Is there anything else you need me to do?"
After the transaction, Ye Wuchen felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles, desperate to leave this place of sorrow.
But unfortunately, he couldn’t leave just because he wanted to. Without the approval of the man before him, attempting to open a return portal would likely earn him another strike from that halberd.
Yet Chen Yi remained silent, stepping forward instead to pat Ye Wuchen’s shoulder amiably. "I feel a bit guilty taking so much from you. Here, take this multicolored bead necklace—it’ll protect you in critical moments!"
"Let me put it on for you."
With that, he produced a necklace strung with nine radiant beads and fastened it around Ye Wuchen’s neck with a warm smile.
Nearby, Gu Yuan, who was meditating to consolidate his cultivation, couldn’t help but mourn silently for his former leader for three seconds.
He knew this type of necklace all too well—the kind that could summon overpowered clones. Frankly speaking, he’d once worn one himself, except his had eighteen beads, twice as many as Ye Wuchen’s!
Of course, as the first to cross this bridge, Gu Yuan understood the truth behind the necklace and regarded it with reverence.
But Ye Wuchen didn’t know. This was the first time someone had ever placed a necklace on him, and an inexplicable shudder ran through his heart.
Senior… isn’t this a bit too intimate?
This necklace might look ordinary, but it seems to contain a terrifying power capable of destroying heaven and earth… Is this really meant to protect me?
This gift is too heavy—I don’t deserve it. Can I refuse?
Senior, please… just let me go…
Though Ye Wuchen didn’t know the necklace’s true purpose, he was certain it was trouble—most likely a means for Chen Yi to control him.
But could he refuse?
Seeing the unyielding look in Chen Yi’s eyes, Ye Wuchen inwardly wailed before forcing an awkward smile. "Senior, you’re too kind. Thank you!"
Chen Yi waved his hand. "No need for words. Go back now."
"O...kay..."
Ye Wuchen dragged out his reply, as if expressing reluctance or lamenting his helplessness.
In the end, he dejectedly opened the return portal and, under Chen Yi’s watchful gaze, departed with an unremarkable nine-bead necklace around his neck.
Witnessing it all, Gu Yuan shook his head. He could empathize with his former leader’s feelings. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. If something really happens, our group leader will handle it. But if nothing happens… well, our leader might be a bit harder to explain.
Still, he couldn’t be bothered to dwell on what awaited Ye Wuchen. They were no longer connected—his focus now was on his new home!
Back in Group Two, he’d been known as the leader of the Trash Trio. But now, in Group 108…
Holy shit?!
How did I become the group leader?!
[Transdimensional Travelers’ Mutual Aid Group – Group 108]
[Group Leader has invited ‘Just a Little Hardship’ to join the chat.]
[Group Leader has invited ‘Crow Takes Flight’ to join the chat.]
[Group Leader has invited ‘Withered Leaf Leaves the Wind’ to join the chat.]
[Group System: Ding! Detected that ‘Just a Little Hardship’ possesses the highest combat power in the group. Automatically promoted to Group Leader.]
[Current Group Leader: Just a Little Hardship (Half-Step True Immortal, Combat Power: 1.99 Billion)]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be Sacrificed: ???]
[Runner-up in the Immortal Cultivation World: ???]
[The God of Light is Unemployed: ???]
[...]
The chat flooded with question marks as all the veteran members were left stunned.
[Withered Leaf Leaves the Wind (Qin Sheng): Holy crap, Yuan! How the hell do you have 1.99 billion combat power?!]
[Crow Takes Flight (Liu Bo): Bro, what the hell?! We agreed to slack off together, and you secretly grind behind my back?! Face me!]
Gu Yuan broke out in a cold sweat—not because of his old friends’ accusations, but because the "former Group 108 leader’s" clone stood right before him, wearing a smirk that radiated overwhelming pressure.
"Uh, bro… you know me. I—I’ll cripple my cultivation right now!"
Terrified, Gu Yuan immediately prepared to take drastic measures against himself.
"No need." Chen Yi stopped him, speaking calmly. "While my account is restricted, you’ll temporarily manage the chat group for me. Any objections?"
Gu Yuan froze, then solemnly replied, "I swear not to fail your trust!"
Chen Yi smiled faintly.
Talking to smart people is so easy.
He won’t ask why—he’ll just do what’s asked of him.
As for whether he’d dare harbor rebellious thoughts…
No need to worry. As long as my clone remains, he wouldn’t dare!
With peace of mind, Chen Yi relinquished his position as group leader, intending to study the chat group as an ordinary member.
And coincidentally, due to some rule violations, most of his account functions were restricted. Now, in Group 108, he was practically invisible—the monitoring system wouldn’t pay him any extra attention!
Tsk tsk tsk… With timing, advantage, and manpower all aligned, how could a rigid system like this resist me?
Once I find your loopholes, I’ll reshape you however I please!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
