The disciples were momentarily stunned upon hearing this, then quickly regained their composure.
Exchanging glances, they saw the same realization dawn in each other's eyes.
Of course!
"To catch the bandits, first capture their leader!"
No matter how formidable this woman was, she was merely a guardian!
"Kill!"
Without hesitation, the four late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators lunged simultaneously from four directions toward Su Ji, who was cowering in a corner of the altar, seemingly paralyzed with fear.
Seeing this, Su Jiu's heart clenched in urgency, causing her swordplay to falter for a split second as she tried to disengage and retreat to defend him.
But Wang Hu had been waiting for this exact moment.
With a vicious grin, his blood-red broadsword erupted with radiant spiritual light. Consuming his own vital essence without restraint, he relentlessly blocked Su Jiu's path.
"Your opponent is me!"
...
Blade light, sword shadows, hammer force, claw radiance—four attacks infused with overwhelming spiritual energy closed in from all sides, sealing off every possible escape route for Su Ji.
As Su Ji watched the Blood Fiend Sect disciples charging toward him, the panicked expression on his face slowly faded away.
In one fluid motion, he drew an unremarkable spear from his back.
His "divine weapon," the Bright-Glowing Spear, had unfortunately been destroyed in the underground lava cavern.
This spear was merely a hastily purchased replacement on the way here—a common Foundation Establishment artifact, nothing special.
He remembered how Su Jiu had mysteriously hinted at a "surprise" waiting for him back at the Love-Longing Sect.
Clang!
With a flick of his wrist, the spear tip scraped against the ground, producing a piercing screech and sending sparks flying.
The spear shot forth like a dragon.
Centered around Su Ji, an arc of spear light abruptly erupted without warning, sweeping through the cramped stone chamber.
Wherever the spear passed, the hard ground crumbled like tofu crushed under immense weight, fracturing irregularly.
Even the ceiling above cracked, raining down dirt and shattered rock.
Clang! Thud! Boom!
Thrust, sweep, stab, deflect—every move Su Ji made was executed with flawless precision. Striking later but arriving first, he intercepted each incoming artifact mid-air with impeccable timing.
For a moment, the only illumination in the cellar came from the frenzied interplay of spiritual energy.
The sparks from clashing artifacts and the radiant bursts of unleashed power flickered at speeds beyond the naked eye's ability to follow.
"This brat is a spear cultivator!"
"The terrain here is too narrow for a spear's sweeping attacks! Close in three more steps!"
"He's doomed!"
The four, long accustomed to working together in wickedness, instantly pinpointed Su Ji's weakness.
Their assault grew fiercer, pressing him relentlessly.
A prolonged defense inevitably falters.
Facing four late-stage Foundation Establishment opponents at once was still a stretch for Su Ji.
After deflecting a sword with a spear thrust, he had no time to recover—because one of them had been holding back!
A hammer imbued with the force of ten thousand jun, radiating the aura of a second-level Golden Core cultivator, had already breached Su Ji's defenses, hurtling straight for his skull!
At this moment, Su Jiu, who had been keeping a sliver of her focus on Su Ji, felt her heart tighten.
With a forceful sword strike, she repelled Wang Hu and tried to break away to rescue him.
But though Wang Hu reacted a beat slower, a triumphant sneer spread across his face.
He pulled a poison-coated throwing knife from his robes and hurled it at Su Jiu without hesitation.
...
Meanwhile, Su Ji seemed to have anticipated this exact scenario.
Not a trace of panic showed on his face—not even a flicker of hesitation.
The instant before the hammer struck, he abruptly released his spear, letting it drop.
His right hand shot to his waist like lightning, gripping the hilt of a scabbardless azure ancient sword.
Divine artifacts conceal their brilliance.
Only when Su Ji finally made his move—
Hummm—
The blade trembled faintly.
Despite the cellar being completely sealed, an inexplicable breeze arose.
The sword, though unpolished, gleamed with an inner light.
On one side of the blade, Su Ji's calm eyes were reflected.
On the other, the twisted, exhilarated face of the Blood Fiend Sect disciple, certain of his victory.
The sword rose—and ripples formed.
Visible currents of azure wind surged from the blade, coalescing into an unyielding wall of gale force that halted the hammer's descent.
BOOM!
The wind barrier exploded, sending the disciple flying backward along with his hammer. He crashed heavily into the wall.
Su Ji took his first step forward.
A faint azure glow seeped from his exposed skin.
With his second step, the wind around the blade grew denser, howling like a mournful gale.
Admittedly, though that senior's methods of securing help were heavy-handed, she truly delivered on her promises.
This weapon, of unknown rank, bore no seals—its only limitation was Su Ji's own spiritual energy reserves.
By his third step, the blade was wreathed in a coiling azure dragon, formed entirely of wind!
The dragon's silhouette writhed as if roaring soundlessly.
Before Su Ji even struck, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator who merely grazed the edge of the wind currents—
Crack-crack-crack!
A series of brittle snaps echoed as every bone in his right arm shattered.
Pale shards of bone pierced through his skin, only to be instantly pulverized into dust by the razor-sharp gales.
"AAAAHHH—!"
A bloodcurdling scream.
Su Jiu's anxious heart finally settled.
But she had already drawn her sword back, poised to throw it—originally intending to impale the ambushing cultivator.
Now, adjusting her stance to deflect the incoming knife would be difficult.
In desperation, she could only kick out.
The blade barely nicked her skin before embedding itself into the wall, vanishing without a trace.
Was this the heritage of the Great Xia Imperial Clan?
But... this aura felt familiar.
Had she encountered it somewhere before?
Su Jiu suddenly recalled the green-robed senior who had shackled the True Dragon.
Was it her?
So while she had barely managed to earn a sliver of the True Dragon's guidance by leveraging her ancestral ties...
This bastard Su Ji had just casually walked off with another senior's personal sword?
She also remembered the other priceless Golden Core-grade artifact sword hanging at Su Ji's waist—which, if memory served, had also been forced upon him by someone else?
But wasn't he a spear cultivator?
Why were all these lofty seniors scrambling to shove swords at him?
Could it be... because Su Ji was a sword-magnet?
【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.)
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.
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.”
