"It can attach a portion of my origin power to the recipient without reservation, resonating with their spiritual power to multiply their combat strength."
"Furthermore..." she paused, "as long as I don't release it, this state can be maintained indefinitely. Senior Brother's spiritual energy can utilize the sum of both our spiritual powers."
Sensual Soul Bestowal?
Su Ji froze.
Why did these words sound so familiar?
In a flash, a memory that hadn't completely died attacked his brain.
It was back in the lower realm, in that damned lava cave, facing that inner demon skilled at playing with people's hearts.
At the time, that inner demon had taken Su Jiu's appearance, clothes half-undone, eyes seductive, blowing into his ear, and saying pretty much exactly these words.
[This method is called 'Sensual Soul Bestowal', a secret passed down only within my Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox clan... To execute this technique, the caster and the recipient must... synchronize their minds, unify their spiritual consciousness, and become inseparable...]
Given the scene and atmosphere back then, coupled with a name that easily provoked wild fantasies.
Su Ji had always thought this was some indecent dual cultivation method.
And now you're telling me...
This is actually a legitimate joint combat secret technique?!
The so-called "synchronize minds, unify spiritual consciousness" didn't refer to that kind of shameful act, but rather achieving perfect tacit cooperation in battle?
The so-called "becoming inseparable" didn't mean physical entanglement, but the linking and sharing of spiritual power circuits?
Su Ji looked down, feeling the surging power within his body, his mouth twitching madly.
So... this was the authentic version of "becoming inseparable"?
Su Ji suddenly recalled a saying: Official history isn't necessarily official, but unofficial history is definitely wild.
This inheritance of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox clan had probably been twisted over the long years by some fox with a mind full of garbage.
In the end, the most crucial "soul bestowal" part of the Sensual Soul Bestowal was lost, leaving only the "sensual" part.
"Senior Brother, what are you thinking about?"
Su Jiu seemed to faintly sense Su Ji's drifting thoughts, a trace of reproach in her voice.
"Cough, cough, no, nothing."
Su Ji's old face flushed red, and he quickly gathered his thoughts. "I was just marveling at how... unique this move is."
"Stop being glib."
Su Jiu snorted in annoyance. "They're here."
As soon as she spoke.
In the distant darkness, two figures slowly emerged.
It was none other than Zhao Wuji and the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng.
The conditions of the two were worlds apart.
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng was still dressed in a moon-white robe, completely unsoiled. His handsome face wore that eternal, breezy calmness, as if the storm that had just swept through the entire mine was merely a gentle breeze brushing against his clothes.
Zhao Wuji, on the other hand, looked somewhat wretched.
His hair was a bit disheveled, and his brocade robe had several slashes. The most eye-catching thing was the crescent moon blade he gripped tightly in his hand.
That curved blade emitted a holy radiance, dispelling the surrounding darkness.
But Su Ji could see clearly.
On the hand Zhao Wuji used to hold the blade.
Hair-thin black lines were greedily extending up his wrist toward his arm.
Yet Zhao Wuji seemed completely unaware of this. Instead, his face was filled with fanaticism and excitement, and his deep eyes flickered with an almost sickly light.
"Good boy, you're quite lucky to be alive."
Zhao Wuji spoke first, his voice hoarse, carrying a sinister laugh. "Such a massive commotion didn't manage to shake you to death."
His gaze passed over Su Ji and landed on the top of the empty stone pillar, his brows furrowing sharply.
"Where is the item?"
Zhao Wuji took a step forward, slightly raising the Crescent Moon blade in his hand to point straight at Su Ji. "The Immortal Venerable's inheritance... have you already found it?"
Su Ji kept his hands tucked in his sleeves, not speaking, just looking at him with the gaze one would use for an idiot.
"Are you mute?"
Zhao Wuji coldly snorted. The spiritual power around his body surged, and the pressure of the Soul Formation stage was released without reservation, crushing toward Su Ji.
"Su Hao, don't refuse the face you're given."
"Earlier, there seemed to be some sounds of battle coming from your side. I was busy looking for the immortal artifact and had no time to pay attention to you."
"Now there's nothing here. Don't tell me that Immortal Venerable didn't even leave a single hair behind."
"Hand it over."
Zhao Wuji's voice suddenly turned fierce. "Hand over everything you took from here!"
"I might just spare your little life on account of the inheritance."
Su Ji curled his lips.
He cracked his neck slightly, letting out a series of crisp pops.
Zhao Wuji himself was probably just an elite monster.
With Su Jiu's buff.
It felt like perfect practice material.
Although Su Jiu's combat power was much weaker than his own.
But she was also a Heavenly Palace Golden Core.
Nearly double the spiritual power was not just a minor improvement for Su Ji.
"Patriarch Zhao, what you're saying is unreasonable."
Su Ji spoke unhurriedly, "I'm lucky enough to have kept my life. Where would I find the time to pick up trash?"
"Trash?"
Zhao Wuji laughed out of sheer anger at the word. "That is the relic of an Immortal Venerable! You call that trash?"
"Besides."
Su Ji pointed at the curved blade in Zhao Wuji's hand, looking sincere. "Isn't the best thing already in your hands?"
"That thing is as bright as a lightbulb. It's obviously a treasure."
"A person shouldn't be too greedy, Patriarch Zhao."
"Furthermore..."
Su Ji changed the subject, his gaze landing on Zhao Wuji's hand, a playful arc rising at the corner of his mouth.
"In your current state, are you sure you can still fight me?"
"I see your hand... seems to be a bit unresponsive."
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji subconsciously looked down at his right hand.
Upon looking, his expression changed instantly.
Unbeknownst to him, that hand had become like dead wood, completely numb.
And those bizarre black lines had already spread to his elbow, climbing toward his shoulder at a visible speed!
"This... what is this?!"
Zhao Wuji cried out in terror, instinctively trying to let go of the Crescent Moon in his hand.
But the seemingly holy curved blade felt as if it had grown onto his hand. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it off!
In fact, because of his struggle, the suction force became even more violent!
"Ah——!"
Zhao Wuji let out a miserable shriek. He could clearly feel that the vitality, spiritual power, and even the soul power within his body were constantly being devoured by this immortal artifact!
"Pavilion Master! Save me!"
Zhao Wuji panicked, completely panicked.
He turned to look at the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng beside him, his eyes full of pleading.
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng merely glanced at him indifferently. That look was like watching a fly getting tangled in a spider web.
There was no sympathy, only a kind of... observant coldness.
"Our cooperation doesn't seem to include this, does it?"
"How about you try paying more?"
【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.
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.”
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
