【Countless martial artists, many brave heroes, but only you have forged a path to survival through death】
【Your perseverance has traversed the entire simulation】
【That is the persistence of a human, a miracle created by faith, you are the moon amidst the stars, bringing light to the darkness for those in despair】
【Martial Dao Body Forging, Wondrous Furnace of All, you are a Martial Dao Human Immortal with extraordinary talent, your every punch and kick imbued with the truths of returning to simplicity】
【You practiced martial arts tirelessly, creating the Fool's Skill, allowing the poor to seek survival】
【You have long fought against demons and monsters, your deeds known within the Ten Thousand Mountains, earning the name "That Man" among the intelligent monsters】
【You instructed the young princess, becoming the beacon of light for her when she was lost in darkness】
【The people walk on the path you have carved, and you watch this scene with a smile as you pass away】
【Simulation ends, starting to count the highlights】
【Simulation evaluation calculating...】
【Simulation rewards generating...】
"Finally over."
The living room of the real world.
Xu Xi opened his eyes, gazing at the ceiling above him, filled with deep thoughts.
The simulation of the martial arts world, to be honest, was the most exhausting of the three simulations.
Besides the enhancement of his own strength, Xu Xi always considered the survival of the people of the Survival Army.
He was willing and delighted to do so, and those familiar faces who often called him "Brother Xi" also cared and worried about him.
"This time, it should be considered a good ending, right?"
"But the sacrifices in between, the price paid, were indeed too devastating."
"And——"
That child, Yingxue, as well as the people of the Survival Army.
Did they manage to survive in the end?
Escaping the Ten Thousand Mountains only means not becoming demon food.
The outside world is vast and dangerous, just not as desperate as the Ten Thousand Mountains.
Xu Xi pondered, thinking of asking his sister and the witch to intervene, to find that uncharted martial world, to save those who should not have died.
Like that foolish ox.
A little Mr. Ox, foolish enough to just eat.
"But then again,"
Xu Xi's face showed hesitation, suddenly sitting up from the sofa: "That child, Yingxue, wouldn't she have become a supreme being too?"
Surely...
Not, right?
Xu Xi looked at the refreshing simulator panel, patiently waiting for the final settlement.
The night was very quiet, quiet to the point of silence.
No wind, no sound.
The dark night.
Was penetrated by a flat and broad path.
No rocks blocked the way, no trees hindered the way, it was unbelievably smooth.
Wu Yingxue stopped.
Her steps were heavy.
Could not move forward even a bit.
Tears continuously streamed from her eyes, silent and calm, slowly, gently, sliding through her fingers and dripping everywhere.
Xu Xi hoped the fearless princess would continue to move forward, but the fearless princess only wanted to look back, to look again, to forever gaze at that figure.
She knew, always knew, that the figure "asleep" would never wake up.
Thinking of this.
Wu Yingxue's expression nearly collapsed, her face no longer delicate, twisted and sorrowful, all emotions pouring out, drowning her helpless heart.
She wished to turn back, to once again turn around, to once again carry the body of the teacher.
Even if Xu Xi could no longer move.
The girl would be willing to do so.
But this was not allowed, was absolutely not permitted.
"Teacher, you're already so tired..."
"I can't disturb Teacher..."
Wu Yingxue's shoulders trembled violently, her hands rubbing back and forth, continually wiping away the tear lines on her face.
Gradually, both hands were soaked with tears.
Xu Xi was too tired.
The biggest fool in the entire world.
Always considering others, smilingly shielding the princess from the wind and rain, appearing heroically just like before when the princess needed him most.
Being tired was natural, no one could maintain a healthy mind and body after experiencing so much.
The princess understood this.
Wanted Xu Xi to have a good rest.
But the pain in her heart, the torn wounds, made her unable to let go.
"I'm sorry, Teacher, it's because I'm too useless..."
Xu Xi often said.
He needed help from his princess, as the second combatant of the Survival Army, to deal with more demons.
"But actually, it's me who needs Teacher."
Wu Yingxue resumed her steps.
As she walked, crystal tears continuously fell, scattered along the path.
Tears fell without sound, just like the heart of despair and stagnation.
The girl named Wu Yingxue had a life unrelated to Xu Xi for the first sixteen years, until she became a fugitive, accidentally encountering Xu Xi.
That was the light during her most desperate moment.
The star and moon guiding her forward.
It was Xu Xi who gave her a reason to live again.
Unknowingly, the figure had engraved itself in her mind, unable to be erased from her heart, it was love, it was reliance, it was affection.
"Little Martial Teacher is back!"
"Everyone, look, it's Little Martial Teacher!"
Gradually.
The faces of the Survival Army people in front, visible within her sight, were filled with anticipation, anticipating the girl to give them the answer they desired.
Such eyes terrified Wu Yingxue.
She was afraid.
Afraid to tell everyone the news of Xu Xi's "sleep".
Wu Yingxue stopped again, unable to move forward.
It happened to be a late evening breeze, coming from behind, gentle with delicacy, circling around the princess, bringing faint wailing sounds by her ear.
In a daze.
The girl felt a push from someone.
The feeling was very familiar, the familiar gentleness impossible to be mistaken.
"Keep moving forward..."
The silent wind seemed to echo with such words, pushing the girl to step forward once more.
The girl cried and smiled, walking into the ranks of the Survival Army.
As expected.
The people eagerly asked about Xu Xi's whereabouts, why he wasn't following.
"Teacher..."
"He's a little tired, wants to rest for a while..."
Facing those familiar faces, Wu Yingxue forced a smile: "He said, wants to slack off for a while, will catch up later."
The voices of the people abruptly stopped.
Their lips moved for a long time.
Unable to say a complete sentence.
Until after a while, someone finally spoke again, with a bitter voice.
"No choice, since Brother Xi wants to rest, then let him rest."
"Yeah, Brother Xi certainly needs to rest well."
"We can't disturb him!"
"Right, right, let Big Teacher have a good sleep!"
The people excitedly discussed, but as they talked, from someone, crying filled the whole group.
Adults cried.
Children cried.
Everyone cried.
Crying for the big fool's too much "laziness".
Unwilling to leave with them.
"Let's go... When Teacher rests, our path, needs to be walked by us."
Finally, it was Little Martial Teacher who led the Survival Army, continuing along the path carved by Xu Xi.
Half a year later.
A shocking event stunned the entire martial arts world.
An army emerged from the heart of demon territory, with no outside help, no supplies, relying solely on themselves, breaking out from within the sphere of demon influence.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
