The words struck like a sudden clap of thunder, reverberating in the ears of everyone present.
The entire city fell into stunned silence, as if frozen in time.
Su Jiu stared blankly at the not-so-tall figure standing before her, her eyes shimmering with unspoken admiration.
At this moment, Su Ji’s overwhelming arrogance—his absolute confidence in his own path—sent tremors through her heart.
Beneath his usual carefree, glib-tongued demeanor, he had hidden such a resolute and unwavering Dao heart.
The air itself seemed to solidify.
After a long pause, the ancient voice spoke again, this time devoid of any discernible emotion, carrying only an indescribable weariness.
"You are the second person who has dared to speak to me like this."
"Very well."
"Since you reject my Dao, my legacy will not be entrusted to an insolent fool like you."
"Leave."
As the words faded, the immense pressure that had enveloped the city receded like a tide, as if everything that had just transpired was nothing but an illusion.
Su Ji let out a derisive laugh, showing no hint of reluctance.
He sheathed his sword, took Su Jiu’s wrist, and turned to leave without a second glance.
"Let’s go, junior sister."
"This damned place reeks of bad luck."
On the city walls, the man from the Kui Tian Holy Land suppressed a flash of murderous intent, forcing it down with visible effort.
The woman, Li Xi, wore an icy expression, her metallic serpent’s vertical pupils locked onto Su Ji’s retreating figure, as if poised to strike at any moment.
The disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect and the Joyful Union Sect were left dumbfounded, their faces filled with confusion.
They couldn’t comprehend why the ancient powerhouse, after being so thoroughly insulted, hadn’t unleashed his wrath upon that arrogant brat. Instead, he had simply let him walk away.
Was it really because of that impassioned speech?
This was beyond absurd!
Yet, no one knew—
In the depths of the unknown void, that remnant soul’s gaze remained fixed on Su Ji.
It searched for even the slightest trace of shock, unwillingness, or concealed regret beneath his calm facade.
But there was none.
The young man’s face showed nothing but open disdain, as if what he had just abandoned wasn’t an earth-shattering opportunity that would drive all of Great Xia into a frenzy, but rather a piece of roadside filth.
Could it be…
He wasn’t putting on an act?
He hadn’t said those things just to grab its attention?
The remnant soul was perplexed.
It had existed for far too long, witnessed far too many honey-tongued hypocrites and sanctimonious frauds.
Had it encountered Su Ji in its prime, when its spirit still burned fiercely, it might have hailed him as a kindred soul, exclaiming, "My Dao is not alone!"
But time had worn away all edges.
Its heart was now as still as an ancient well.
Though Su Ji’s words and actions perfectly aligned with the requirements of its legacy—even making him the ideal candidate—
The human heart was the most unpredictable thing of all.
Had it not been for that mistake in the past…
Would Great Xia have fallen to such a state?
The remnant soul sank into distant memories.
Then, abruptly, its thoughts paused.
The image of that brat drawing his sword resurfaced in its mind.
Wait—
That sword…
It was "Whispering Wind"!
That familiar, detestable aura…
It was her!
The remnant soul had slumbered for too long, its consciousness dulled.
Only now did it realize—the audacious fool who had just spoken so arrogantly was actually the chosen one of its lifelong rival?
They had fought their entire lives.
From their reckless youth, to their ascensions to the pinnacle, to their final parting of ways… yet never settling the true victor.
And now, after a hundred thousand years…
Here it was, clinging to existence as a mere remnant soul, while she had left behind a sword’s will to guide the next generation?
The remnant soul fell silent.
Then, after a moment, it laughed.
The laughter carried self-mockery, but even more so—the exhilaration of meeting a worthy opponent once more.
Good!
Excellent!
If that was how it was… then this unresolved battle…
Would continue through these two successors!
It would see for itself—whether its chosen one would prevail, or if her favored disciple would have the last laugh.
…
Just as Su Ji and Su Jiu were about to step through the shattered city gates, into the sunlight beyond—
Another anomaly struck.
Without warning, the world twisted and warped around them.
The solid stone beneath their feet dissolved into endless darkness.
The clear sky above turned into a swirling expanse of gray and white.
The broken gates, the distant mountains—everything vanished in an instant.
They had been pulled into a space detached from the world itself.
Su Jiu’s face paled as she instinctively tried to summon her spiritual energy, only to find her Golden Core frozen, completely unresponsive.
"What’s happening?"
The ancient voice echoed in their minds one final time:
"My legacy… has already begun."
"Not a technique, not a method."
"Not a weapon, not an artifact."
"Whether you comprehend it… depends solely on your own fortune…"
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.”
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.
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
【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.)
