Su Ji's lips twitched slightly after hearing this.
Come to think of it, that made sense.
He wasn’t some eunuch entering the palace who could buy back his "treasured roots" after retiring.
Just as Su Ji was pondering his next move, Su Jiu, who had been keeping her head turned away, suddenly asked a baffling question.
"Can you really learn that cultivation technique?"
Su Ji froze, his heart instantly sounding alarm bells.
He stared at Su Jiu in shock. "So you were using me as a lab rat?"
Ignoring his accusation, Su Jiu merely sized him up, her delicate brows furrowing slightly as she muttered under her breath, so quietly only she could hear.
"How strange… That shouldn’t be possible…"
Her expression made Su Ji even more uneasy.
But he didn’t plan to press the issue—this woman was an enigma, and no amount of questioning would get him a straight answer.
Right now, there were more important matters.
"Can you get me some spear techniques or spell formulas?"
"That fat, useless steward was only two minor realms above me, and I was already sweating bullets just fighting him. Meanwhile, real geniuses can leap realms to kill enemies as easily as drinking water!"
At the moment, his only means of combat were the [Fallen Dragon’s Desolation Art] and the surprise "Flashstone" blinding effect—his arsenal was far too limited.
Su Jiu finally deigned to look at him properly, though her gaze was filled with the kind of disdain one might reserve for a delusional fool.
"Do you think I’m Doraemon? That I can just pull out whatever you want?"
Those words hit Su Ji like a thunderbolt to the skull.
Goosebumps erupted all over his body, a chill shooting from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.
Hesitantly, he ventured,
"...Fellow traveler?"
Su Jiu looked at him in confusion, her clear eyes brimming with bewilderment.
"I’m from the Pure Fox lineage. How could I be your fellow traveler? Flattery won’t work."
Su Ji scrutinized her expression—the puzzlement seemed genuine.
His heart sank as he pressed further, "Then where did you hear the term 'Doraemon'?"
"It’s recorded in my clan’s ancient texts," Su Jiu replied matter-of-factly, as if stating common knowledge. "A great figure once described a mythical beast with a pouch on its belly that could produce all manner of treasures according to the seeker’s needs. Extremely wondrous—though whether it truly existed remains unknown."
Su Ji’s mind went blank with a deafening buzz.
Oh no.
It wasn’t just the Love-Longing Sect that was messed up—this so-called Great Xia Kingdom itself was deeply problematic!
He had thought he was the only one of his kind.
But now it seemed that countless "fellow travelers" had come to this land before him, leaving such indelible marks that even "Doraemon" had been enshrined in history as an ancient mythical beast.
The waters here ran far deeper than he’d imagined.
Seeing Su Ji remain silent for so long, Su Jiu seemed to lose patience.
"Isn’t there a technique repository in the sect? Can’t you go look for yourself?"
With that, she turned to leave.
Just as her cloth-shoed foot stepped over the threshold, she suddenly glanced back. "I’ll come find you in three days. Don’t wander off, and try not to let anyone see us together."
The way she said it…
Made it sound like they were sneaking around doing something illicit…
[Conversation with Su Jiu meets aesthetic standards. Romance options triggered.]
[Option 1: "Junior Sister, wait! I’m very interested in that ancient text." (Reward: None)]
[Option 2: "Junior Sister, why are you wearing shoes?" (Triggers special event.)]
[Option 3: "See you in three days." (Reward: Su Jiu’s favorability changes to 'Friendly.')]
[Permanent Option: "Offer your measly life as tribute to my peerless sword path!" (Current kill count: 0)]
Seriously?
Su Ji hadn’t realized he was held in such low esteem by Su Jiu.
Not even a "Friendly" rating?
"Then I’ll see you in three days."
Having gotten his answer, Su Jiu didn’t linger…
"Junior Sister, wait! I’m really curious about that ancient text—can you show it to me?"
Su Jiu didn’t turn around. "No."
She took two more steps before Su Ji called out again, "Junior Sister, why are you wearing shoes today?"
"None of your business."
And with that, she vanished from Su Ji’s sight.
Su Ji: "…"
Bug exploit failed.
No special event triggered.
Seems this "destiny" of mine doesn’t allow me to spam all options at once.
Only the first response counts for rewards.
Shaking his head, he pushed aside these distractions.
Right now, the priority wasn’t investigating that "Doraemon" text.
It was strength.
Even with Su Jiu as his "root protector," Su Ji couldn’t bring himself to entrust his life entirely to someone else.
He needed to boost his combat power quickly—to prepare more trump cards.
Pushing the door open, he headed straight for the technique repository Su Jiu had mentioned.
The repository stood in a secluded corner of the outer sect—a plain-looking three-story building with pitch-black walls, constructed from some unknown type of wood.
Out front, sprawled on a bamboo recliner, was a disheveled, white-haired old man snoring thunderously, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
Su Ji lightened his footsteps, intending to slip past him into the building.
"Sect rules are posted on the jade wall inside."
The old man’s eyes remained shut, his snoring uninterrupted, yet his words came out clear.
"Read them yourself. I don’t want to have to clean up your corpse later."
Su Ji paused, a chill running down his spine.
He bowed respectfully toward the old man before stepping inside.
The first floor was empty save for a massive jade wall at its center, identical to those in the Contribution Hall and Personnel Hall.
Su Ji noted that these jade walls appeared with abnormal frequency throughout the Love-Longing Sect.
What kind of craftsmanship could create objects capable of storing such vast amounts of information while allowing real-time updates and interaction?
Approaching the wall, he extended his spiritual sense toward it.
A cool sensation spread as lines of text materialized in his mind.
[Su Ji]
[Status: Outer Sect Disciple]
[Contribution Points: 18]
[Access: Eligible for free acquisition of Love-Longing Art (Qi Refining Chapter) and one Yellow-rank low-grade technique.]
The contribution points were leftovers from his refund after giving Su Jiu a bad review in the Contribution Hall.
Love-Longing Art?
Might as well take it.
He was curious to see how the foundational art of the Love-Longing Sect compared to his [Fallen Dragon’s Desolation Art].
Better safe than sorry.
With a thought, he selected the acquisition.
Instantly, a torrent of dense, esoteric knowledge flooded his mind through his spiritual sense.
Su Ji’s head spun.
This so-called Love-Longing Art was incomprehensibly abstruse!
Gritting his teeth, he tried to parse even the simplest incantation—only to feel like he was reading celestial script, utterly lost.
This was a world of difference from the smooth, effortless mastery he experienced while cultivating the [Fallen Dragon's Desolate Ruin Art]!
Could it be that the technique itself was so advanced that it embodied the principle of "the Great Dao is deceptively simple"?
Wait...
Su Ji suddenly realized something.
He froze in place, as if struck by lightning.
A detail his subconscious had overlooked...
Only now, after encountering this world's "original" cultivation technique, did the truth dawn on him.
Su Ji closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness into his sea of thought as he recalled the general principles of the [Fallen Dragon's Desolate Ruin Art].
Those familiar, block-shaped characters with clearly defined strokes—
Chinese characters!
The entire manual was actually written in Chinese!
Could this "Great Xia Kingdom"... be nothing more than a thoroughly exploited "server" by fellow "transmigrators"?
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.”
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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!
