(This chapter has been edited and contains no inappropriate implications.)
He let out a low growl. This time, he abandoned his wide, sweeping spear techniques. Instead, his spear thrust out like a dragon, concentrating all of his overbearing and wild spiritual power onto the very tip of the blade. It transformed into a single point of cold light, stabbing straight toward Su Jiu.
He refused to believe it.
No matter how exquisite your movement technique was, or how bizarre your footwork, faced with an attack condensed to the absolute limit—one that used absolute power to crush all schemes—how could you possibly dodge?
However, this time, Su Jiu couldn't even be bothered to dodge.
She simply stood quietly in place. Her cold, breathtakingly beautiful face even carried a faint, effortless smile.
Right at the split second when the spear tip, brimming with terrifying might, was about to strike her body.
Su Jiu moved.
Her movement was very simple.
She merely raised her hand.
That pale, slender palm fluttered forward to meet the strike, light as a feather.
"Senior Brother, be careful."
She spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of lazy teasing.
The next moment.
Palm and spear violently collided.
There was no earth-shattering boom as expected.
Su Ji only felt that his full-powered strike, which was enough to split mountains and shatter stones, was like a clay ox entering the sea—vanishing without a trace in an instant.
An endless force, like water without a source, transmitted backward along the shaft of the Fallen Dragon Spear.
Su Ji felt his overbearing spiritual power begin to scatter uncontrollably under the impact of this force.
What kind of palm technique... is this?!
Redirecting force?
Su Ji's mind went completely blank.
He watched helplessly as Su Jiu's palm moved like a butterfly weaving through flowers.
Every single contact landed precisely on the weakest flaws in the flow of his spiritual power.
Deflecting a thousand pounds with four ounces.
Borrowing strength to strike back.
Su Ji felt like a toddler who had just learned to walk, awkwardly waving a heavy wooden stick in front of a martial arts grandmaster. His clumsy appearance was utterly ridiculous.
"Senior Brother."
Su Jiu's voice rang out again. Her watery, fox-like eyes blinked slyly.
"Sometimes, you have to learn to adapt."
As soon as her words fell, she flipped her wrist, brought her five fingers together, and changed her palm into a claw, locking onto Su Ji's wrist with absolute precision.
Su Ji felt his wrist go numb, completely drained of strength.
With a clang, the Fallen Dragon Spear slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.
Round four.
Defeated again.
Su Ji stared blankly at his empty hands, then looked at the little fox opposite him, who had a smug expression and was smiling like a cat that had stolen a fish. He fell into complete self-doubt.
The script is wrong!
Wasn't this supposed to be a friendly spar?
Weren't we just exchanging pointers?
How did it turn into a one-sided beatdown?
Shouldn't Su Jiu be the one getting beaten up?
"Round five."
Su Jiu didn't seem to give him much time to think. She curled her finger, her cold face full of provocation.
Su Ji gritted his teeth.
He refused to believe in this heresy!
If spear techniques didn't work, he would use something else!
He took a deep breath. The Heavenly Palace Golden Core within his dantian roared into motion. Majestic spiritual power surged out from his body like floodwaters breaking a dam, transforming into pitch-black chains that swept toward Su Jiu, blotting out the sky.
This was a binding spell he had comprehended from the Desolate Meteor Fallen Dragon Art. It was incredibly overbearing. Once entangled, even a Golden Core cultivator wouldn't be able to break free easily.
However, facing the pitch-black chains dancing in the sky, Su Jiu still didn't dodge or evade.
Her figure weaved through the gaps in the chains like a phantom.
Raising a hand.
Lifting a foot.
She didn't even use any spells. She merely relied on the perfect fusion of her exquisite movement and palm techniques.
She neutralized all of Su Ji's attacks.
Then, Su Jiu's figure appeared in front of him without any warning.
Round five.
Defeated again.
What did it mean to shatter his spiritual energy with casual movements?
This was exactly it.
"Round six."
Su Jiu's voice rang out once more.
Su Ji looked at her. That cold face displayed the undisguised posture of a victor.
Those watery fox-like eyes seemed to be saying: Is that it?
The unyielding stubbornness in Su Ji's heart was completely smoothed out at this moment.
He suddenly felt so tired.
He didn't want to fight anymore.
He didn't want to fight at all.
Throwing caution to the wind, Su Ji closed his eyes, let his legs go soft, and fell straight backward.
With a thud, he hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
He lay sprawled on his back, adopting an attitude of absolute surrender.
I'm done fighting.
Su Jiu looked at his rogue-like behavior and paused for a moment. Soon after, a look of both amusement and exasperation appeared on her cold face.
She walked slowly over to Su Ji. Her slender figure cast a shadow that enveloped him.
"Get up." Her voice carried an unquestionable tone of command.
Su Ji kept his eyes closed, playing dead.
As immovable as a mountain.
Su Jiu looked at him, her clear fox-like eyes slowly narrowing.
She didn't say another word.
She just slowly raised her right foot.
Then, under Su Ji's suddenly widened eyes, which were filled with shock and disbelief.
She stepped on his face, neither too lightly nor too heavily.
Su Jiu looked down at him from above, her cold face devoid of any expression.
Her shimmering fox-like eyes met Su Ji's gaze in midair.
"Senior Brother."
"This is the consequence of slacking off."
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.)
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.
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