Yun Ying’s mind went completely blank.
What had happened?
Just now… what had happened?
He only remembered charging forward with the resolve of a dead man.
Then, his lifebound flying sword was snapped in two, and he was gravely wounded by a single blade stroke.
After that, his senior sister was captured, and that demon called Liu Yishou used the most venomous words to grind away the last shreds of his dignity and hope—bit by bit.
He thought he was dead for sure.
He had even prepared himself to walk the path of the Yellow Springs alongside his senior sister.
But now…
That man who called himself “Su Ji”—the one he had doubted and tested at every turn—
stood there with an effortless calm, blocking a killing stroke from a Nascent Soul realm cultivator.
Was this… a dream?
Yun Ying unconsciously pinched himself.
Pain.
Not a dream.
Then…
Yun Ying’s mind, fighting its way out of that fog, finally snapped back to clarity.
He jerked his head up, staring at the figure whose back was turned to him.
A supreme master hiding in plain sight!
The thought struck his mind like a thunderbolt!
How could he not understand now?
From beginning to end, all those clever little tricks of his, those so-called tests and provocations—in the eyes of that man, they must have been as laughable as a child playing house!
Yun Ying’s heart was a mess of conflicting emotions.
There was the shame of being toyed with, the regret of misjudgment, but more than that, a profound sense of gratitude for surviving against the odds, and an… indescribable awe.
That was a Blade Sect cultivator at the Soul Transformation realm!
And his attack… had just been broken?
...
As for Liu Yishou, his state of mind was far more complicated than Yun Ying’s by ten thousand times.
If Yun Ying felt awe, then Liu Yishou felt sheer terror!
Having a higher cultivation level didn’t guarantee victory.
A Golden Core cultivator defeating an Nascent Soul one, an Nascent Soul slaying a Core Formation cultivator—such feats of crossing boundaries had happened a few times in the millions of years of Cang Huang Realm’s history.
The disciples of the Slaughter Emotion Blade Sect, in particular, were known for their unique techniques and ruthless hearts, often fighting above their weight class in deadly combat.
But… there had to be a limit!
Middle-stage Golden Core?
The man before him radiated spiritual energy fluctuations that were unmistakably those of a middle-stage Golden Core cultivator.
On that point, Liu Yishou was certain.
A middle-stage Golden Core cultivator, leaping across late-stage Golden Core, peak Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Core Formation—a full two and a half major realms—to resist his full-powered stroke as a Soul Transformation cultivator?
This wasn’t just exaggerated.
It was absurd.
It was preposterous.
It was something that should never, ever happen.
And yet, happen it did.
In that brief clash a moment ago, Liu Yishou had understood with crystal clarity that the man before him was no easy prey.
This man…
Liu Yishou’s grip on his blade tightened until his knuckles turned white.
The dao heart he had hardened into stone by severing emotions—for the first time in his life—began to crack, ever so slightly, against his will.
Its name was fear.
“You…”
Liu Yishou took a deep breath, forcing down the terror in his chest, and rasped, “Who the hell are you?”
Su Ji did not answer.
He merely turned his head and said flatly to the dazed youth still sprawled on the ground:
“Hey, you over there.”
“What are you still gawking for?”
“Take your senior sister and get the hell out of here.”
“Don’t get in my way.”
Yun Ying snapped to attention with a jolt.
He glanced at Su Ji, then at Liu Yishou, who stood poised for battle not far away. His lips parted, but in the end, he still felt compelled to call out a warning.
“Be careful, senior—!”
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.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
+ 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!
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!
