The monitoring system wielded immense authority, derived directly from a rune on the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, granting it control over all affairs within the chat group.
Generally speaking, once it set its sights on someone, the consequences were severe.
But...
Something was off. Recently, the frequency of anomaly reports had spiked significantly, yet every inspection showed everything was normal.
Where exactly was the problem?
No matter—it had to be connected to those four members from Group Four!
[Warning! Members 'Humanity Shall Fall,' 'No No No Lewdness,' 'A Red Cat,' and 'I Came Treading Moonlight,' you are suspected of violating regulations during the Exorcism Dungeon!]
[Account privileges have been suspended. Unban in 3,650 days.]
[Friendly reminder: Continued violations will result in harsher penalties. Please adhere to the rules and conduct trial activities properly.]
The four members, who had just returned to their local space, were stunned.
"Damn it!!!"
Ma Dabiao, whose group nickname was 'I Came Treading Moonlight,' was a hot-tempered man. The moment he saw the ban notice, he immediately opened the feedback interface and unleashed a torrent of expletives—extremely crude ones.
"Wait, hold up—I violated the rules? Are you even listening to yourself? I swear to !"
Mo Wushuang, aka 'Humanity Shall Fall,' was far more composed. Venting verbally was one thing, but raging in the feedback section was unwise.
"Argh! This is infuriating! Is this our fault?! You're the one with the problem! Oh, so we just ignore the facts and blame us instead? Say something! Don’t play dead—answer me!"
Tian Tian, 'A Red Cat,' was fuming, her ample chest heaving as she tried to reason with the monitoring system.
"Seriously?! Thank goodness this was just the Exorcism Dungeon, where the Lifebound passive keeps us alive. If this happened in the Demon-Slaying Trial Grounds, wouldn’t we be dead? You should be fixing your issues instead of pinning the blame on us. If this keeps up, who’d dare enter the Demon-Slaying Trial Grounds anymore?"
Zhao Yu, 'No No No Lewdness,' argued logically. Sure, his mind might be filthy, but he wasn’t stupid.
Meanwhile, upon receiving the feedback, the monitoring system triggered its protocol and re-examined Exorcism Dungeon No. 12 twelve more times before concluding:
They were making excuses!
[Warning! Refusal to admit fault and repeated spamming of feedback will result in escalated penalties!]
[All account privileges have been suspended. Unban in 7,300 days.]
The four unfortunate Group Four members were devastated—Mo Wushuang most of all.
He slammed his head against the ground, howling in despair, "Wait, hold on—I didn’t even submit feedback! Why am I getting punished too?! Is there no justice? No law?! You’re utterly tyrannical!!!"
Elsewhere, after learning about the penalties from the backend, Chen Yi shook his head.
"Sorry for making you suffer and take the blame. My apologies. If fate allows, I’ll compensate you someday."
After silently expressing his guilt, Chen Yi’s eyes gleamed with determination.
Admittedly, the sacrifices of those four Group Four members had been invaluable!
He had now roughly deciphered the operational logic of the Exorcism Dungeon. As long as he followed the rules, he could reshape the dungeon into his own domain without triggering the monitoring system!
Once he seized full control of all Exorcism Dungeons, he would advance further—claiming all eleven Demon-Slaying Trial Grounds!
Then, using them as a foundation, he would slowly corrode the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, ultimately reshaping it under its original owner’s nose until it became his!
So what if its owner was an immortal realm powerhouse?!
If they wouldn’t let him ascend, he’d use their own resources to grow stronger—then storm the immortal realm himself!
When the time came, he’d have a serious talk with the Heavenly Dao of the immortal realm. What was the deal with having the Tribulation Lightning chase him down during his ascension?
Since it refused to be fair, it had no right to rule the upper realm. Time for Zi Wei to take over!
Chen Yi’s thoughts drifted further, but the faint tremors in the sky quickly snapped him back to reality.
"No rush. Conquering the chat group is a long-term battle. For now, the priority is selecting suitable candidates for the Scattered Immortals of the Heavenly Dao!"
With that in mind, Chen Yi softly called out, "Zi Wei, you free?"
After a long pause, Zi Wei’s Heavenly Dao responded.
"Always for you, Yi-ge. If you call, I’ll come."
Chen Yi fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly.
"Hold on a little longer. I need to pick a few late-stage Unity Realm cultivators to train and share your burden. But don’t worry—I won’t force them to face the Immortal Ascension Tribulation. I have my own methods. Just trust me."
Zi Wei’s Heavenly Dao hesitated for an even longer time before cautiously asking, "Yi-ge... what’s the success rate?"
Last time, twenty-eight of the finest candidates went—only five returned. The loss had been heartbreaking.
Now that Yi-ge was at it again, it wasn’t that Zi Wei objected, but... there weren’t many outstanding candidates left. Losing even one would hurt.
Chen Yi understood Zi Wei’s concerns and confidently raised a single finger.
"Ten percent? That’s... unacceptable!"
For once, Zi Wei’s Heavenly Dao stood firm—but it was a losing battle.
Chen Yi calmly clarified, "Not ten percent. One hundred percent. I’ll bring every single one back unharmed."
"Really?!"
"Really."
"But... last time, twenty-eight..."
"...Last time, I didn’t know how. This is a new trick I came up with recently. The path to success always demands sacrifices—don’t ask. I know what I’m doing."
"Oh..."
As always, when it came to major decisions, Zi Wei’s Heavenly Dao deferred to Chen Yi. This time was no exception.
Though worry gnawed at it, if Yi-ge insisted, then so be it.
It just hoped more would survive this time—ideally, all of them. There really weren’t many outstanding candidates left...
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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?"
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.”
