Soon, Su Jiu reached the top of the stone pillar.
Standing before the figure, she felt the sorrow originating from her bloodline up close, and her eyes involuntarily reddened.
The Nine-Tailed Fox Immortal Venerable on the stone pillar slowly raised her chain-bound hand.
Her movements were very slow and strenuous.
That pale hand gently landed on Su Jiu's head, tenderly stroking her long hair.
"You called me... Distant Ancestor."
Her voice carried a hint of uncertainty.
"You know of me?"
"Of the Qingqiu lineage, Immortal Venerable Haoyue, Distant Ancestor Jiu Yue."
Su Jiu's voice was slightly choked with emotion. "There are records in our clan's ancient texts."
"Jiu Yue..."
The Immortal Venerable chewed over this name that had long been dusted over by the years, a trace of daze surfacing in her purple eyes.
"It has been so long... since anyone has called me that."
She withdrew her hand, her gaze landing on Su Jiu once more.
Her purple eyes, which had been as placid as an ancient well, suddenly burst with unprecedented brilliance at this moment!
"You... you all escaped?!"
"The clansmen... how many clansmen are left?!"
"The inheritance! Is the inheritance still intact?!"
"Which lineage are you from?"
A series of urgent questions fired from her mouth like a barrage of cannonballs.
Su Jiu was startled by her sudden outburst, her pretty little face full of bewilderment.
She opened her mouth, not knowing where to begin answering for a moment.
"Answering the Distant Ancestor, this junior is from the Chunhu lineage."
"Chunhu..."
Immortal Venerable Jiu Yue's body trembled imperceptibly.
"Why have you come here?" Immortal Venerable Jiu Yue stared intently at her. "Is it to find me? Or is it for... the clan's sacred relic?"
Su Ji listened from below.
This old ancestor... sure has a lot of questions.
Su Jiu recovered her wits. Looking at Immortal Venerable Jiu Yue's expectant purple eyes, she forcibly suppressed the confusion in her heart.
"Answering the Distant Ancestor... of the clan elders, now... now there are only a little over twenty left..."
Before she could finish speaking.
The expectation on Immortal Venerable Jiu Yue's face instantly froze, and then darkened at a visible rate.
"A... a little over twenty?"
Back in the day, how prosperous was the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox clan!
With clansmen spread far and wide and a resounding reputation, it was a top-tier great clan that any faction had to yield completely to!
But now...
There were actually only a mere twenty or so left?
An indescribable sorrow drowned her like a tidal wave.
All color completely drained from her already pale face.
Clatter—
The black chains wrapped around Immortal Venerable Jiu Yue seemed to be triggered by her emotions, abruptly tightening and bursting with clusters of blinding sparks!
Immortal Venerable Jiu Yue's body trembled violently as she leaned against the freezing stone pillar.
"Heh... hehe..."
She let out a few strange laughs of unclear meaning...
"It is all my fault..."
"It is all my fault..."
Her voice was filled with endless remorse.
"If I had not... insisted on competing back then, how could it have ended up like this..."
"If it were not for me..."
Those murmurs filled with endless regret were like a cuckoo weeping blood.
Immortal Venerable Jiu Yue's body trembled violently.
Her voice grew lower and lower.
And the bizarre, ink-black patterns on her body, at this moment, acted like sharks smelling blood, beginning to spread madly at a visible rate!
Originally just covering her skin, they now seemed like living poisonous vines, frantically climbing up her neck, and in the blink of an eye, they invaded her flawless cheeks!
Pitch-black and hideous!
Those originally purple eyes were also completely swallowed by an impurity-free ink color at this moment!
Reason, at this moment, was completely obliterated.
All that remained... was the most primal madness born of destruction!
"Distant Ancestor?!"
Seeing her in this state, Su Jiu's pretty little face was written all over with panic.
She subconsciously took a half-step back. That sense of intimacy originating from their bloodline vanished without a trace in this moment, replaced by a terrifying coercion that made her very soul tremble!
Standing below, the ominous premonition in Su Ji's heart also climbed to its peak at this moment.
Something was wrong!
This old ancestor's state was completely wrong!
This was not the look of excessive grief at all; this was clearly the sign of a dark rampage!
Su Ji threw the Yinfeng Sword from his waist.
Roar—!
A roar that did not sound human erupted from the depths of Immortal Venerable Jiu Yue's throat.
She abruptly raised her head, those eyes completely swallowed by ink color locking dead onto Su Jiu, who was close at hand!
Inside them, there was no longer a single trace of emotion belonging to a living creature.
Only... endless tyranny that wanted to tear everything in sight to shreds!
"Die!"
A cold, hoarse word devoid of any temperature spat from her mouth.
The moment the word fell, her right hand bound by chains actually clawed down toward the crown of Su Jiu's head at an inconceivable speed!
Those five pale fingers, at this moment, transformed into the sharpest murder weapon in the world. Above the fingertips lingered a pitch-black, terrifying energy capable of tearing space apart!
It was too fast!
So fast that Su Jiu simply had no time to react!
She could only watch helplessly as that claw of death rapidly magnified in her vision, the suffocating killing intent completely sealing off all her avenues of retreat!
Su Jiu's mind went blank.
She could not figure out no matter how hard she tried why the Distant Ancestor, who had been speaking to her so gently the moment before, would suddenly deal a killer blow to her the next moment!
And right at this critical juncture.
Clang—!
A clear sword cry rang out from below without any warning!
The Yinfeng Sword transformed into a dull streak of light, arriving just in time. The instant Immortal Venerable Jiu Yue's sharp claw was about to touch Su Jiu's scalp, it blocked flawlessly between the two!
Boom—!
The sharp claw and the sword blade collided with a bang!
The Yinfeng Sword let out a mournful wail of being overwhelmed. The dull radiance on the blade flashed wildly, and it was actually forcibly swatted flying backward by that claw, stabbing diagonally into the hard ground at the top of the stone pillar.
And Immortal Venerable Jiu Yue's sure-kill strike was also successfully resolved by this sword... my ass!
She stopped her offensive.
Her gaze was uncontrollably drawn to the longsword stabbed diagonally not far away.
Immortal Venerable Jiu Yue's ink-swallowed eyes, the instant she saw this sword, actually rippled with an imperceptible wave.
That monstrous killing intent and madness actually quietly receded a bit under the aura of this sword.
Replaced by a... bewilderment originating from the depths of her soul.
"This... this is..."
She muttered to herself, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.
She reached out her hand in the direction of that sword, as if wanting to touch it.
But the black chains wrapped around her bound her tightly, preventing her from moving forward.
Clatter—
She began to struggle madly, pulling at those hideous chains, emitting a teeth-aching friction sound.
Sparks flew everywhere.
But those chains did not budge an inch.
Finally, as if drained of all her strength, she fell limply to her knees. Her long purple hair sprawled messily across the ground, leaving her looking utterly disheveled.
She simply knelt there, staring obsessively at the longsword that was so close at hand, yet felt worlds away.
From those eyes that had already succumbed to madness, two lines of pitch-black tears of blood slowly streamed down.
"Feng..."
A faint name was forced from her lips with great difficulty.
Her voice carried an endless, lingering affection.
However, this brief moment of clarity did not last long.
The black patterns across her body erupted with an eerie, demonic radiance once more!
"Are even you... trying to stop me?"
"Die!"
"Kill!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Everyone must die!"
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?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
【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.)
