The Canghuang Realm.
This was the name of the Upper Realm, its origins long lost to time.
Compared to Great Xia, where Su Ji had previously stayed, the Canghuang Realm was more than hundreds of times larger.
Furthermore, the proportion of cultivators here was even greater!
However, heavenly treasures and blessed grotto-heavens were limited.
There were too many wolves and not enough meat.
Thus, a very serious problem arose.
Cultivation resources were severely lacking.
For the sake of a tiny bit of resources, fathers and sons turning against each other, brothers fighting within the walls, and masters and disciples slaughtering one another were common occurrences.
...
Hundreds of thousands of miles away from the dead wasteland of the mine, there was a place with picturesque scenery.
Hidden amidst a bamboo forest sat a rather elegant pavilion.
Three large characters were written in bold, flowing strokes on the plaque: Wind Listening Pavilion.
The Wind Listening Pavilion was considered a moderately sized neutral faction in the Canghuang Realm.
They did not participate in any disputes, nor did they take any sides. Their method of earning cultivation resources was a breath of fresh air in this realm.
Selling information.
Every month, the Wind Listening Pavilion would release a compilation. They would categorize and bind all the major and minor events that occurred in the Canghuang Realm that month into a booklet for public sale.
If there was any earth-shattering event, they would even release a special edition.
It had to be said that when this business first started, it was ridiculously popular.
After all, for rogue cultivators lacking connections, or even many reclusive sects and aristocratic families, this was simply a gospel.
By paying only a small price, they could have the movements of the entire Canghuang Realm in the palm of their hands. No matter how you looked at it, this was a bargain.
The Pavilion Master of the Wind Listening Pavilion was once hailed as a business prodigy.
But now, this business prodigy was resting his chin on his hands, sitting in his elegant study, fretting over the pitiful income in the ledger to the point of losing his hair.
There was nothing he could do.
These days, everything was about intense competition.
If your Wind Listening Pavilion could sell information, couldn't others do the same?
"Wind Listening Pavilion Monthly Report, one hundred low-grade spirit stones, honest prices for all! Covering the major events of the world, don't miss it if you pass by!"
Soon, competitors jumped out.
"Shocking Thunder Hall Express! Two issues a month! Only eighty spirit stones! Large quantities to satisfy you, keeping you at the forefront of intelligence!"
Immediately after, the situation started to get weird.
"Baisuanzi Weekly Report! Sixty spirit stones! Updated weekly! Keeping you informed of the latest developments at all times! You can't lose out, you can't be fooled!"
In the end, the situation completely spiraled out of control.
This world was hopeless.
Everyone wanted to make money, and in the end, no one could make money.
The painstakingly collected intelligence could just barely cover the costs.
Some people had even started selling information at a loss.
Who knew if these people were natural-born Sword Sect disciples—acting so incredibly cheap and totally brainless.
At this rate, everyone might as well starve to death together.
"Pavilion Master."
A maid dressed in green walked in carefully, carrying a cup of hot tea.
"Next month's expenses... we don't have enough spirit stones again."
The maid's voice was as soft as a mosquito's, afraid of provoking her Pavilion Master, who was on the verge of exploding on the spot.
The Pavilion Master of the Wind Listening Pavilion irritably scratched his beautiful, long black hair, turning it into a bird's nest.
"Not enough?!"
He slammed the table and stood up abruptly.
"If worse comes to worst, I'll just go out and rob someone!"
The maid shivered at his sudden outburst, almost dropping the teacup in her hands.
With a bitter face, she was on the verge of tears.
"Pavilion Master... the current Great Emperor forbids 'Immortals' from participating in worldly disputes..."
"Moreover, even demonic cultivators have started selling information as a side job. They even do bundle sales—buy information, get a peace amulet for free. It's much cheaper than ours..."
The Pavilion Master of the Wind Listening Pavilion felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.
"Damn it, isn't there some earth-shattering event that can just drop right onto my lap?"
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!
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.
