The vision of the future came to an abrupt halt.
Su Ji's eyes snapped open.
He was in deep trouble.
The Puppet Heaven Holy Land had actually come knocking at his door, and they had even sent a middle-aged man who looked like a tough opponent to deal with.
Why did it have to be a man.
If it were a woman, he would have had a chance to slay her with a single sword strike, ending the trouble once and for all.
The most fatal part was that the other party had pinned everything on him, firmly dumping all the blame on his head.
He was taking the fall for this way too unjustly.
It was true that he, Su Ji, had obtained the inheritance, but those two Golden Core cultivators from the Puppet Heaven Holy Land clearly died at someone else's hands. What did that have to do with him?
Su Ji's mind raced, thinking of a way to break out of this situation.
Run?
Fight?
The only way to survive seemed to be obediently handing over the inheritance.
But Su Ji was unwilling.
Why should he give away what he had obtained through his own abilities?
Just as he was feeling frustrated and anxious.
"Thump, thump, thump."
A steady and forceful knocking sound came clearly from outside the door.
Su Ji slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the tightly shut wooden door.
From outside, a voice rang out clearly.
"Outer disciple Su Ji, the sect leader has issued an order. You are commanded to proceed to the sect's main hall immediately without delay."
They were here!
Su Ji's pupils suddenly shrank.
He did not answer immediately. Instead, he leaped up from the bed, his movements as fast as lightning.
He pulled the door open.
Outside the door, the inner disciple who had come to deliver the message had not even reacted. He only felt his vision blur, followed by a sharp pain in his neck, and then his vision went black as he went limp and collapsed.
Su Ji had struck hard, enough to make this guy sleep for two and a half days.
He did not even glance at the disciple on the ground. He shut the door behind him, vaulted over the wall, and headed straight for Su Jiu's courtyard.
...
"So, the people from the Puppet Heaven Holy Land have already arrived?"
Inside Su Jiu's boudoir, after listening to Su Ji's half-true, half-false account, a layer of frost covered her beautiful and elegant face.
"Yes."
Su Ji nodded, his expression solemn.
"And I suspect that the sect leader is already preparing to sell us out."
Right at this moment.
"Thump, thump, thump."
A rapid knocking sound came from outside the courtyard door.
"Is Senior Sister Su Jiu present? The sect leader has ordered..."
Before the voice could finish speaking, Su Ji's figure had already appeared at the doorway like a ghost.
With a muffled thud.
Outside the door, it instantly went quiet.
Su Jiu: "..."
She looked at Su Ji, who walked back in without changing his expression, and for a moment, she did not know what to say.
"Junior Sister, can you cast an illusion on me?"
Su Ji sat back down opposite her and got straight to the point.
The hand Su Jiu used to hold her teacup trembled slightly.
She raised her head, a trace of imperceptible panic flashing in her clear eyes.
That day... the events that had occurred after the spiritual energy tide instantly flooded into her mind.
Did he find out?
He shouldn't have. She had clearly controlled him with her charm arts.
He shouldn't have any memory of that period of time.
Moreover...
Some things were hard to speak of...
That feeling really wasn't bad...
Bah!
Su Jiu's cheeks uncontrollably flushed with a hint of crimson.
She was talking about the feeling of breaking through a bottleneck, she absolutely did not have any dirty thoughts!
She had even thought that in the future, whenever she could not suppress the impulses of her bloodline, she could use her charm arts to control Su Ji and slightly resolve her own troubles...
"Why are you asking this, Senior Brother?"
Su Jiu forced herself to remain calm, but her voice unconsciously carried a slight tremble.
Su Ji was currently in a desperate situation, so naturally, he did not notice her strange behavior. He directly revealed his entire plan.
"Junior Sister, do you remember me saying that my clan once passed down to me a 'Heartless Sword Dao'?"
Su Jiu nodded.
She certainly remembered. Back in the underground lava cave, Su Ji had used this excuse to explain why he only killed female cultivators.
"Today's situation is extremely dangerous. The only way to break out of it lies in this Sword Dao."
Su Ji's voice was kept very low, carrying a desperate resolve.
"It's just that my Sword Dao has immense restrictions. It cannot slay anyone who is not a peerless beauty, and it cannot be unleashed unless my heart is moved."
Hearing these words, the corners of Su Jiu's mouth twitched slightly.
But Su Ji was completely oblivious and continued speaking with a serious face: "Therefore, I need you to lend me a hand, Junior Sister."
"You will use your illusion arts to deceive my senses, transforming that high and mighty Love-Longing Sect Sect Leader into a woman who perfectly fits my aesthetic tastes."
"That way, I will be able to unleash the 'Heartless Sword Dao' and slay her with a single strike!"
Su Jiu was thoroughly stunned.
She had imagined countless possibilities.
But she never expected that Su Ji's so-called way out would be so... absurd.
Make him see the sect leader as a beauty, and then kill her with one strike?
What kind of outrageous talk was this?
"As for that Holy Land envoy..." Su Ji paused, a confident smile appearing on his face.
"I've already found a brother who will step in to help stall him for a bit."
"Let the two of them compete, and see whose sword is more formidable!"
"When the time comes, the two of us will take the opportunity to run away."
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.”
【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.)
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
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
