A true man standing between heaven and earth—how could he endure living subserviently forever?
Nonsense, all nonsense!
To survive in this world, one must rely on connections and strength!
Ye Wuchen once believed himself to be an invincible hero, his veins pulsing with arrogance and ignorance, his every breath exuding an air of unmatched superiority.
But then he met that man—and realized he was nothing but a pitiful clown.
The powerful backing he had relied on since his debut was effortlessly dismantled by Brother Yi, and his so-called strength? Barely enough to bully amateurs. Against Brother Yi, he stood no chance but to be toyed with.
So...
Stop yapping at me!
I’m sticking with Brother Yi—no one can change my mind, I mean it!
The moment he cast aside his pride, the world suddenly felt vast and open.
Ye Wuchen’s dignity shattered into pieces as he eagerly scampered off to train his Dao Heart with the Nightmare Spirits, just as Brother Yi had commanded.
On the way, he spotted Gu Yuan grinding two of his former subordinates into the dirt—and even had the courtesy to greet him:
"Busy there, Yuanzi?"
A single glance told Gu Yuan that the former group leader had completely surrendered. This was the same man who used to look down his nose at everyone, brimming with arrogance. Now? Humble, even respectful.
Gu Yuan returned the courtesy with a slight bow. "Indeed, just sparring with these two juniors. Care to join me for tea later?"
Ye Wuchen waved modestly. "There’ll be time for that. Right now, Brother Yi’s got me tempering my Dao Heart with Nightmare Spirits—I’m swamped."
"Ah, fair enough. Don’t let me keep you." Gu Yuan’s lips twitched, struggling to suppress a smirk.
Honestly, this was the first time he’d ever seen Ye Wuchen act so polite. The man used to call him "trash" without hesitation. Now? Full respect.
It just showed how crucial it was to follow the right person. The future was bright—those past humiliations? Mere trifles, nothing more.
Unlike Gu Yuan, the two battered members of the second group felt their breath hitch at the sight of their once-proud leader groveling.
Was this really the same man they knew?
We were ready to fight to the death, my liege—why did you surrender first?!
"Brother Yuan, please—no more! I apologize, I’ll make amends for my past disrespect..."
The stronger of the two, "Mwahaha Ridiculous," was the first to yield. He couldn’t take it anymore.
Though his combat power only measured 1.7 billion, his innate treasure—which boosted his strength by nearly 50%—allowed him to challenge early-stage True Immortals with 2.5 billion power!
Logically, even if he couldn’t beat Gu Yuan, he shouldn’t have been crushed like this. But somehow, Gu Yuan had learned some bizarre amplification technique—without even using a treasure, his fists had cracked Mwahaha’s innate artifact! Each punch grew stronger than the last. If this kept up, it wouldn’t just be the treasure breaking—he would be next.
Well, if their 3.8-billion-power leader had surrendered, what shame was there in following suit?
"Lin Buran! Your groveling disgusts me!"
But the other subordinate, "Super Invincible," roared as he slowly straightened his battered body, his swollen eyes burning with unyielding defiance.
He raised his fists, his damaged innate treasure—the Peerless Gauntlets—materializing once more.
"Gu Yuan, you’ve really climbed high now, haven’t you? Flaunting your power like some upstart?"
"Heh. You were my inferior once—you’ll always be."
"Meng Chao, what are you doing?!" Lin Buran demanded. Since when had this usually cautious man developed such a death wish?
But Meng Chao ignored him, growling through gritted teeth:
"If the path is blocked—smash through with your fists!"
"Gu Yuan, COME AT ME!!!"
He couldn’t discard his pride—so he chose to burn it all in one glorious blaze.
Gu Yuan grinned. "Now that’s more like it. As a sign of respect, I’ll fight you one-handed."
Meng Chao’s fists clenched. "YOU ARROGANT—!"
Three breaths later.
Meng Chao lay sprawled on the ground, his body broken, his bones turned to jelly—only his mouth remained unyielding.
"I... I refuse to accept this..."
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The No. 7 Dreamweaver Secret Realm operated at full capacity, its ten billion Destiny Passives stacked without limit. Unlimited healing restored all injuries, boundless energy replenished exhaustion, and endless Nightmare Spirits served as sparring partners...
Whether it was the veterans of the second group, the rookies from Group 108, or the seventy-six Body Unity experts from the Purple Star Continent—who had never experienced such cheats in their diligent cultivation—none had ever encountered such exhilarating training!
No distractions, no hesitation, no mind games—just pure, instinctive combat. Every flaw, every imperfection in their techniques was magnified tenfold. A single misstep, a correction delayed by even 0.01 milliseconds, and they’d be instantly defeated, their health bars emptied, left only to listen to the chime of the Destiny Passive triggering...
There was no denying it—this was combat in its purest form!
While tempering their Dao Hearts, their foundations were polished to near-perfection. Nearly every participant saw staggering improvements.
In just four weeks—twenty-eight days—even among the seventy-six Body Unity late-stage cultivators who had snuck in, thirty-one broke through their bottlenecks, unable to suppress their advancement any longer, directly ascending to the Tribulation Transcendence stage!
Admittedly, some of this was due to their accumulated potential—but the primary reason was the Dreamweaver Secret Realm’s absurd refining effects.
These cultivators had been stuck for years, held back by tiny, nearly imperceptible cracks in their Dao Foundations. To patch these flaws through normal cultivation would’ve taken centuries!
Yet here? Twenty-eight days of relentless training was all it took.
Truly, the immortal who created this chat group had some impressive methods—though he was a bit stingy. A single Destiny Passive cost twenty billion points! How could he expect to properly nurture his members with such ridiculous prices?
Chen Yi, on the other hand, was generous. Ten billion Destiny Passives per person—within twenty-eight days, he had drained a full 3% of the No. 7 Dreamweaver Secret Realm’s law essence!
For context, in the eight thousand years since the realm’s creation, less than 0.1% had been consumed. Its true potential had always been suppressed—until Chen Yi unleashed it.
A shame, really. All good things must come to an end.
With the monthly inspection system about to reactivate, Chen Yi had to erase all traces of his tampering before the auditors arrived.
"Not bad. Everyone’s trained enough—time to distribute the rewards."
With a thought, the divine sense lurking in the system’s backend stirred to life.
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?"
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...
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
