As everyone knows, participating in the Exorcism Dungeon trials always yields generous rewards.
This was the announcement posted in the chat group. To avoid any discrepancies in the records, Chen Yi had no choice but to comply.
Buzz!
The entire Dream Wedding Secret Realm trembled violently. All Nightmare Spirits instantly dispersed and vanished, leaving only a group of exhausted trial participants gasping for breath on the ground.
The next second.
Except for seventy-six unauthorized intruders, every legitimate chat group member received a reward settlement panel popping up before them.
[Ding! Trial participant 'Hermit Cultivator (Group 2 Owner)' challenged the Ultimate Hell Mode. Although they failed to clear it, they managed to hold out for a full 150 seconds under the siege of 10,000 Nightmare Spirits and retreated unscathed. Comprehensive score: 88. Rewards obtained: 50 billion points, 100 million group EXP.]
[Ding! Your two group members, 'Mwahaha' and 'Super Invincible,' performed exceptionally in this trial, earning a total of 8 billion points. As per the additional 50% share, you receive 4 billion points.]
[Rewards have been deposited into your personal account. Please check.]
"Holy shit? Bro, you’re literally invincible—taking and keeping it all?"
When Ye Wuchen saw the settlement panel appear, his brain short-circuited for a moment.
According to the universal rules of the Exorcism Dungeon, triggering the Siphon passive even once would result in a failed trial—no rewards, and even deductions in points and group EXP!
Yet, in just twenty-eight days, he had triggered the Siphon passive over 800,000 times. And now, the settlement didn’t even mention it, even handing him a hefty reward instead?
"Bro Chen Yi, not gonna lie, you’re kinda shady... but I like it!"
"Group Owner, what’s the deal with this guy? Are we gonna get banned?"
"Who... who put all these points in my account?"
Lin Buran and Meng Chao, both members of Group 2, were sweating bullets.
They had also gotten a cut—after being beaten half to death by Gu Yuan, they received compensation for triggering the Siphon passive 10 billion times, along with a free loot box... which was probably hush money.
But...
This cheat was so blatant. Even if it wasn’t detected now, wouldn’t they face consequences later?
After all, this fortune was... questionable.
"Stop overthinking it!" Ye Wuchen said gravely. "This wealth was earned fair and square through the Seventh Dream Wedding Secret Realm trial, wasn’t it?"
Lin Buran immediately caught on and nodded. "Exactly. The system’s judgment is final. I did slay a Nightmare Spirit, so the points are legit!"
Meng Chao, however, was still uneasy. "But what if we’re held accountable? It’s not that much, maybe we should—"
"Shut your mouth!" Ye Wuchen’s gaze turned icy, his voice dripping with menace. "Are you taking this reward or not?"
Meng Chao shuddered, feeling as if a python had coiled around his throat. Cold sweat dripped down his back as he stammered, "I’ll take it!"
Only then did Ye Wuchen’s expression soften. "Good. We’re all in this together. No need for long faces—smile!"
"Heh..." Meng Chao forced a stiff grin.
Unbeknownst to him, a glint of cold ruthlessness flashed deep in his group owner’s eyes.
To hesitate now, after the deed was done? Utterly useless. He couldn’t be kept around.
How had Ye Wuchen ever thought this guy was promising? He wasn’t a child—why was he still so afraid of rules and authority?
Glancing at Gu Yuan, Qin Sheng, and Liu Bo in the distance—who were busy lamenting not killing more Nightmare Spirits—Ye Wuchen couldn’t help but sigh.
Look at them. Not a shred of fear, just wishing the cheat had been even bigger...
How laughable. The trio he’d dismissed as trash turned out to be anything but, while the so-called prodigy he’d trusted was spineless.
Ah, Meng Chao... don’t blame me. For everyone’s safety, you’ll have to be sacrificed.
With a silent sigh, Ye Wuchen made his decision.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Chen Yi followed standard procedure and assigned himself a generous loot box.
Not much—just 10 billion points and 200 million group EXP.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want more, but as a first-time participant in the Exorcism Dungeon, there was a reward cap during the beginner protection period. Pushing it further would make the fake records too obvious, and the detection system would quickly flag the anomalies.
Of course, 10 billion points and 200 million group EXP was his personal cap—not the group owner’s.
Gu Yuan, Qin Sheng, and Liu Bo, as veteran group members, had hefty rewards. Just the 50% extra share from the group owner privilege alone netted Chen Yi over 30 billion!
Add in the smaller shares from other members, and Chen Yi’s personal account balance had now surpassed 50 billion!
Yet, for some reason, staring at that absurdly long string of numbers left him feeling strangely empty.
Back when he was poor, earning points had felt like an uphill battle. Now that he was rich, the thrill was gone.
It wasn’t about "wanting what you can’t have." It was just too easy now—a single scheme could rake in tens of billions.
And the only place to spend them, the Multiverse Store, had purchase limits. Many coveted items were restricted, leaving his points useless.
Honestly, the immortal who created this chat group was stingy. Why set up a Multiverse Store if you won’t let people buy freely? Scared they can’t afford it? Or just low on stock?
After a moment’s thought, Chen Yi shook his head. "Probably not a stock issue. The top thirty on the leaderboard get 10,000 immortal stones daily, the top ten get 100,000, third place gets 300,000, second gets 500,000, and first gets a million."
"They’re distributed daily without fail, so supply isn’t the problem. They just don’t want ordinary members buying freely. Only leaderboard rankers get access to these resources..."
"Guess I’ll have to climb the ranks. This haul should be enough to push the group to level 50 and unlock the Demon-Slaying Trials. Perfect for a test run. Wonder how strong the top ten on the leaderboard really are—their info’s so hidden even the backend can’t pull it up..."
With a deep gaze, Chen Yi swiftly erased all traces of their presence in the secret realm before leading everyone out.
At the same time, the strand of divine consciousness lurking in the backend finished fabricating flawless data and silently withdrew from the Seventh Dream Wedding Secret Realm’s server, slipping through a fiber-optic line into another secret realm’s backend.
Two days later.
The detection system performed its routine sweep of the Seventh Dream Wedding Secret Realm.
[Anomaly detected. Scanning...]
[Usage logs normal... Expenditure data normal... Dream Law essence reserves at 96.98%, a 3% decrease from thirty days ago. Compared to historical consumption over the past 8,000 years, growth rate increased by 12,138,888%... Anomaly, anomaly!]
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.
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
