Half a month slipped away quietly, like sand through one's fingers.
During these fifteen days, the Third Mining Area fell into a bizarre, deathly silence.
Those two aloof and mighty figures never showed their faces again.
But their existence was like two invisible mountains pressing down on the heart of every mining slave.
Even the usually most arrogant and domineering overseers restrained their tempers, speaking softly for fear of disturbing those two unpredictable lords.
The entire mining area was permeated with an oppressive atmosphere, like the calm before a storm.
Su Ji, on the other hand, lived the most comfortable days since his ascension.
That old geezer Zhao Tianyang, using some unknown method, actually sent him large chunks of fierce beast meat brimming with abundant vitality every single day.
Although the grade wasn't very high, the sheer quantity was enough to keep him full.
Su Ji refused nothing. Every day, besides being in seclusion to heal, he simply feasted.
His yang-deficient appearance also improved day by day at a visible rate.
His complexion became ruddy, his steps steady, and even his voice became full of vigor.
This made Zhao Tianyang, who had been observing in secret, finally let go of some of the anxiety weighing heavily on his mind.
It seemed this kid really wasn't playing any tricks.
As for the other two requests Su Ji had made, Zhao Tianyang handled them perfectly.
That newcomer named Qin Feng was yanked out of the mine the very next day and tossed at the entrance of Su Ji's courtyard.
Su Ji didn't see him; he merely gave a feeble instruction through the door.
"Go stand guard at the door for me. Except for Old Zhao, no one is allowed to approach."
Although Qin Feng was completely baffled, he still obediently acted as a door god at the entrance.
And that roster of mining slaves was quietly slipped to Su Ji by Zhao Tianyang on the thirteenth day.
It was a thick jade slip densely packed with all the information on the existing 3,152 mining slaves in the Third Mining Area.
Although most of it was vague, it was enough for Su Ji.
After all, these people were originally of no use anyway...
The fifteenth day, early morning.
In Su Ji's small courtyard.
He was sitting by the stone table, unhurriedly gnawing on a roasted beast leg that was golden brown and dripping with oil.
The courtyard door was gently pushed open from the outside.
Zhao Tianyang's heavily wrinkled old face appeared at the doorway.
His expression was more solemn than ever before.
"It is time."
Zhao Tianyang walked into the courtyard, his gaze locked onto Su Ji.
Su Ji swallowed the last bite of beast meat, wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, and then casually tossed the cleanly picked bone aside.
"I know."
He lifted his eyelids, his eyes holding nothing but calmness.
"It's time to set off."
Watching his leisurely and contented demeanor, the unease in Zhao Tianyang's heart grew even stronger.
Was this kid really just a Golden Core cultivator?
His behavior over the past fifteen days had been far too calm.
So calm that he didn't seem like someone about to brave a dragon's pool and tiger's den, tying his life to his waistband to gamble with death.
"Before we set off."
Su Ji slowly stood up. He stretched his muscles and bones, emitting a series of crisp popping sounds.
"There is something you should hand over to me."
Zhao Tianyang's body stiffened imperceptibly.
"What thing?"
"The map."
Su Ji walked up to Zhao Tianyang, looking him straight in the eye.
"Old Zhao, we swore an oath."
"To advance and retreat together, and to share everything we know."
A genial smile hung on Su Ji's face.
"Now, it's time for you to share."
Zhao Tianyang's face instantly darkened.
He looked at Su Ji, a dangerous light glinting in his eyes.
"I will naturally give you the map."
"But not right now."
"Oh?" Su Ji raised an eyebrow. "Then when?"
"Once we reach the place, I will naturally tell you how to go." Zhao Tianyang's tone brooked no argument.
It was impossible for him to hand over his biggest trump card so easily.
Once Su Ji got the map, the dynamic between them would instantly reverse.
At that time, it wouldn't be him controlling Su Ji, but Su Ji controlling him.
"Old Zhao, that's not very sporting of you."
The smile on Su Ji's face slowly faded.
"Are you guarding against me?"
"One cannot be without caution against others," Zhao Tianyang coldly snorted. "Kid, you aren't exactly a saint either. If I give you the map, who knows if you won't turn around and sell me out?"
"You don't trust me?"
"I only trust the Dao Heart Oath." Zhao Tianyang's tone left no room for negotiation. "It's not that I won't share it, I just can't share it right now."
"Hahaha!"
Su Ji suddenly laughed.
"Makes sense."
"Old man, lead the way. Let's hit the road."
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
【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.)
