On the plaza, you could hear a pin drop.
All the cultivators kneeling on the ground felt their minds buzzing.
What had they just seen?
The Holy Lord...
The Holy Lord of the Puppet Heaven Holy Land, who stood at the pinnacle of the Great Xia cultivation world and looked down upon all living beings, was injured?
Heavily wounded in a single strike by that Foundation Establishment stage Su Ji?!
Li Fan knelt on one knee, the broadsword in his hand trembling slightly—not out of fear, but from an uncontrollable excitement.
He looked at Su Ji's back, his eyes burning with a fanatical fire.
As expected of the senior!
There were too many vulgar people in the world; how many could possess his discerning eyes to see the senior's terrifying power so early on?
How was this a Foundation Establishment cultivator?
This was clearly a peerless mighty figure playing a game in the mortal realm!
Su Jiu's pretty face was also written with shock at this moment.
She knew Su Ji was strong, but she hadn't realized he was this strong.
She knew better than anyone that Su Ji still had too many tricks he hadn't even used.
He had only practiced the Flowing Fire Art for a few days before tossing it aside to gather dust.
Invincible in the world...
His previous boast was actually... true?
To think she had pretended to resist these past few days, when in reality her heart had submitted long ago.
Looking at it now, even if she desperately resisted, she would only be effortlessly pinned against the wall by Su Ji...
As for the Blood Demon Sect, the Joyous Union Sect, and their ilk who had been clamoring just a moment ago, their faces were now ashen, their bodies trembling like leaves in the autumn wind.
Only the elder of the Green Sword Sect sat leisurely in his seat, grabbing a handful of the Acacia Sect's specialty red beans and tossing them into his mouth, chewing them with a crisp crunch.
"I should ask the Sect Master for some spiritual stones to spend later."
"Every other sect offended the Acacia Sect, and I was the only one who kowtowed on the spot."
"This kind of foresight, you have to know how to use it!"
"If they want to kowtow now, they'll have to line up."
...
The white smoke enveloping the plaza finally dissipated completely.
Su Ji's figure reappeared clearly before everyone's eyes.
He still had that lazy look on his face, even letting out a yawn.
It was not hard to see that the world-destroying strike just now was hardly his trump card.
He looked at the Holy Lord in the distance, whose aura was withering, and showed just the right amount of surprise on his face.
"Oh my."
He looked as if he had suddenly realized something.
"My bad, my bad."
"Young people are like this, striking without knowing their own strength."
"Are you okay?"
Su Ji's tone was full of "concern."
"If you die, who's going to pay me?"
"Also, look at this, just look at this."
He pointed to the bottomless, steaming giant crater beneath his feet.
"You broke the plaza for my sect's grand ceremony."
"You have to pay for this, too."
"Pfft—"
The Holy Lord of the Puppet Heaven Holy Land could no longer suppress his churning vitality and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He had lived for hundreds of years; what kind of humiliation had he not seen?
But to be heavily injured in one move and then have the other party point at his nose demanding compensation—this was a first!
The Holy Lord stared fixedly at Su Ji.
For the first time, a ferocious expression appeared on his ordinary face.
He wanted to attack.
But he didn't dare.
If he hadn't made a prompt decision to sever a part of himself...
That dark red flame would probably still be clinging to his bones like maggots, madly devouring his life force.
What kind of flame was this?
What kind of cultivation technique was this?
He couldn't figure it out.
"You..."
The Holy Lord had barely spoken a single word before Su Ji impatiently interrupted him.
"You what you?"
"Cut the crap, hurry up and pay me!"
"An IOU for one million top-grade spiritual stones, plus the maintenance fee for this plaza. I'll give you a discount and round it up: two million."
The crowd below felt their scalps go numb hearing this.
The Holy Lord took a deep breath. His intact left hand clenched tightly, his knuckles cracking from the force.
He forced himself to calm down.
"Fine."
After a long time, a dry word squeezed out from between his teeth.
He raised his head. In those murky eyes, there was no longer any of the majesty of a Holy Lord, only deep apprehension.
"Two million... This Seat will pay."
As soon as these words came out, the entire venue fell dead silent.
The Holy Lord... admitted defeat?
Hearing this, Su Ji also showed a bit of surprise on his face.
Why did he surrender just like that?
Shouldn't he be exasperated and shout: 'I invite the Sect Ancestor to come out of seclusion!'?
And what about your puppets? Let them out.
Give it your all!
The warm-up exercise just finished, okay?
However.
He, Su Ji, lacked many things, but he had plenty of virtues.
For example: he didn't like being pushy.
Since the guy had already yielded, he would spare his dog life.
This would also let the people from other sects see that they could buy their lives with spiritual stones.
"Then what are you spacing out for?"
Su Ji reached out his hand toward the Holy Lord.
"Hand it over."
The Holy Lord's face turned green and white.
How could he carry so many spiritual stones on him?
He gritted his teeth and took out a storage ring from his robes.
Then he poured the spiritual stones all over the ground.
"In here are one hundred thousand top-grade spiritual stones."
The Holy Lord's voice was terribly hoarse.
"Consider it a deposit."
"The rest, This Seat will send someone to deliver."
Su Ji directly slapped him across the face: "Still calling yourself 'This Seat'?"
"Put them back."
The Holy Lord dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, so he could only do as told and put the spiritual stones back.
Su Ji snatched the storage ring: "Hand it over."
"This will count as the deposit."
"Just one storage ring, so stingy?"
"I doubt your sincerity."
The Holy Lord covered his face and didn't speak again.
He just took a deep look at Su Ji.
He turned around, about to transform into a streak of light and leave.
"Wait."
Su Ji's voice rang out once again.
The Holy Lord's body stiffened. He whipped his head around, a trace of imperceptible killing intent flashing in his eyes.
"What else do you want?!"
"Don't misunderstand."
Su Ji waved his hand.
He pointed at the Second Elder, who was still kneeling on the ground.
"Shouldn't you take this person away too?"
Hearing this, the Second Elder immediately started yelling.
Although this might displease Su Ji, she would truly die if she went back to the Puppet Heaven Holy Land.
The Holy Lord couldn't beat Su Ji, but couldn't he beat her?
"Sect Master, do I still need to go undercover in the Holy Land?"
"I followed your instructions completely, not daring to miss a single line, and I even tricked the Holy Lord into coming here for you!"
"I have bled for the Acacia Sect!"
【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.”
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.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
