The next day.
The sun was already high in the sky.
Su Ji stretched lazily and yawned as he walked out of Su Jiu's courtyard.
The sunlight was just right, not too harsh. He narrowed his eyes, looking at the nameless tree in the courtyard, its leaves rustling in the gentle breeze.
This past month had been the most comfortable time he had spent since his transmigration.
Every day, he did nothing but eat and sleep, occasionally teasing his junior martial sister whose skin was getting thinner and thinner. Life was incredibly pleasant.
His cultivation had reached the absolute peak of the Foundation Establishment realm; the only step left was to form the Heavenly Palace Golden Core.
Unfortunately, the Heavenly Palace Golden Core required an ocean of resources. Even if the entire Acacia Sect were emptied out, they wouldn't be able to provide enough.
Just as it was hard for a poor family to raise a noble son, a small sect couldn't afford to nurture a supreme genius.
As for the so-called succession ceremony?
Wasn't there Li Fan, that free laborer who had been thoroughly duped?
Su Ji was perfectly content being a hands-off boss.
"Senior Brother."
Su Jiu's cold and clear voice came from behind.
Whether it was because of Su Ji's teasing yesterday or simply because she was dressing up for a special occasion, Su Jiu had changed into an intricate palace dress today. The moon-white hem was embroidered with pale silver cloud patterns, and her long hair was tied up with a simple jade hairpin, making her beautiful, elegant face look even more otherworldly.
However, her lovely dark brows were slightly furrowed, clearly weighed down by heavy thoughts.
"Is everything ready?" Su Ji turned his head and asked lazily.
"Mhm." Su Jiu nodded and walked up beside him.
She paused, her voice carrying a hint of unconcealed worry.
"Senior Brother, do we really... have to do this?"
"What else?" Su Ji spread his hands, looking completely indifferent. "Are we actually going to treat them to a meal? I don't have that many spirit stones."
Su Jiu was so frustrated by his attitude that she was left speechless. She took a deep breath but still couldn't help advising, "But they come with ill intentions, and there is no shortage of peak Golden Core experts among them. What if they attack us all at once? We..."
"Relax, relax." Su Ji interrupted her impatiently. He reached out, habitually trying to pinch her cheek, but Su Jiu swatted his hand away in disgust.
Not feeling awkward at all, he withdrew his hand, tucked it into his Daoist robe, and said frivolously, "When has your Senior Brother ever done something without being certain of the outcome?"
Hearing this, Su Jiu shot him a resentful side-glance.
Have you really done that few things without being certain?
Take yesterday, for example...
He boasted that even with his hands in his pockets, he could knock her off her feet using nothing but his spirit root.
When he failed, he insisted it was because she was too heavy.
Su Ji naturally read the silent complaint in her eyes. He coughed dryly and forcefully changed the subject.
"It's about time. Let's go. The new sect master can't be late for his own inauguration."
He straightened out his black sect master's robe adorned with gold patterns and took the lead in walking out.
Looking at his back, Su Jiu felt her constantly anxious heart inexplicably settle down quite a bit.
She took a step and followed him.
...
At the Acacia Sect, the newly built plaza was boiling with voices.
A grand hall ten times more magnificent than the original sect hall had risen from the ground, and the jade-paved plaza shimmered with a warm luster under the sun.
Using cultivators as slave labor to build houses was truly too domineering.
In the plaza, hundreds of tables filled with exotic delicacies and fine wine had already been set up.
Almost all the prominent sects in the Great Xia Dynasty had sent representatives.
At the end of the day, the Acacia Sect was still considered a prestigious first-rate sect.
The cultivators of the Blood Fiend Sect all exuded an oppressive murderous aura, forming their own isolated group that no one dared to approach.
The enchantresses of the Joyous Union Sect smiled charmingly, toasting and chatting merrily with young talents from various factions.
There were even some ancient families with long lineages, who usually lived in seclusion, that had sent their elders to attend the ceremony.
Five Golden Core elders, wearing brand-new elder robes, weaved through the guests. With standardized smiles on their faces, they entertained everyone with smooth diplomacy.
The atmosphere seemed lively, but in reality, everyone was harboring their own hidden agendas.
Everyone's gaze intentionally or unintentionally drifted toward the highest point of the plaza, that towering main hall.
They were all waiting.
Waiting to see just what kind of sacred figure this new sect master was—the man who had stirred up the winds and clouds of Great Xia, dared to kill the former sect master with a single sword strike, and forced back the envoy of the Holy Land.
"Bong—"
A long, resonant bell toll echoed throughout the entire Acacia Sect.
The originally noisy plaza instantly fell dead silent.
Everyone's eyes turned in unison toward a single direction.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
A young figure dressed in a black robe with gold patterns slowly walked out.
He was tall and handsome, but his lazy demeanor seemed completely out of place in this solemn and dignified setting.
Behind him followed a breathtakingly beautiful woman in a moon-white palace dress. Her cold and aloof temperament formed a sharp contrast with his.
Just how sharp was the contrast?
If this were the mortal realm, a normal person's first reaction upon seeing this pairing would be: Just how much money does this playboy's family have?
The two were none other than Su Ji and Su Jiu.
Su Ji's appearance sparked a wave of irrepressible murmurs across the plaza.
"That's Su Ji?"
"He looks... like nothing more than a Foundation Establishment cultivator, right?"
"Shh! Are you courting death? Haven't you heard that Lin Qingliu was slain by his single sword strike?"
"Hiss... Is he really that young?"
Countless gazes filled with shock, scrutiny, greed, and wariness all fell upon Su Ji, as if trying to see right through him.
Su Ji didn't care about this in the slightest.
He even threw a wink toward a certain direction below, eliciting a burst of coquettish giggles from the female disciples of the Joyous Union Sect.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.
【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.)
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.”
