The perspective shifts back half a minute earlier.
The soul-crushing question from this Nascent Soul grand cultivator had everyone’s hearts leaping into their throats.
While all attention was focused on Lin Bufan, Su Ji quietly leaned in close to Su Jiu’s ear.
"Junior Sister, do me a favor—disguise me as Wang San."
Su Jiu turned her head slightly, her delicate face filled with confusion.
"Wang San? Who’s that?"
Su Ji: "..."
Just how pathetically obscure was Third Brother that he didn’t even have name recognition?
But on second thought, it made sense.
Back when Wang San had stormed in with Elder Liu in tow, Su Jiu had been hiding under a bathtub, enduring humiliation. It was no surprise she had no impression of him.
Su Ji closed his eyes, sensing the faint spark mark he’d left on Wang San’s robe earlier.
Hah, he really was nearby.
Who would’ve thought this guy had also found a way to sneak into the cave abode?
But...
Su Ji followed the mark’s signal and looked over.
In a corner of the crowd, a cultivator was clumsily wiping blood from his nose, his face still bearing four or five distinct shoe prints. The size-44 footprints nearly covered half his face.
Su Ji instantly pieced together the scene.
Wang San had copied his idea of hitching a ride, only to run into a hot-tempered male cultivator who kicked him repeatedly. Yet, Wang San had stubbornly clung to the flying sword, enduring the stomps to force his way in.
In a way, that was some impressive tenacity.
Truly, imitation may lead to survival, but blind copying leads to death.
Did he even understand what he was copying?
Su Ji pointed at the unlucky fellow still wiping his nose.
"That pig-faced guy over there—see him? Quick, cast an illusion to make me look like him. But keep his original face."
Su Jiu followed his finger and blinked.
"You want to turn into a pig-face too?"
Su Ji kept it brief. "Original face."
Su Jiu’s expression turned complicated.
"You do realize you’re asking a lot here..."
Despite her words, she still moved her fingers, weaving a simple spell.
A barely perceptible ripple spread over Su Ji’s body.
"There are no Golden Core cultivators here. As long as no one gets too close, you shouldn’t be exposed," Su Jiu said, her voice tinged with resignation. "But what exactly are you planning?"
Su Ji had figured it out—this junior sister was all sharp words but obedient actions.
What was he planning?
Simple.
When traveling the world, you forge your own identity.
The next moment, his booming voice echoed through the vast hall.
"Senior! They’re lying! They’re here to dig up your grave!"
"Only I’m different—I genuinely admire you!"
"Look at me—just Qi Refinement fifth layer! I can barely even get through the door!"
"What kind of evil intentions could I possibly have?"
"Think about it—even if there really are treasures or legacies here, with over a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators present, I wouldn’t even get a turn if we lined up!"
In an instant, over a hundred gazes—filled with fury and killing intent—locked onto Su Ji.
The most helpless feeling in the world is knowing someone is spouting nonsense yet having no way to refute it.
Wait...
Actually, it wasn’t entirely nonsense.
They really were here to dig up a grave.
But you don’t say that to the ‘bereaved’—no, the senior’s face!
Especially Lin Bufan of the Blazing Sun Holy Land, whose face had turned ashen, his eyes screaming: Shut up, brat!
Su Ji wasn’t fazed. He glared right back.
"What are you staring at?"
"This young master is an outer disciple of the Love-Longing Sect, future sect master in the making! I am Wang San, unashamed of my name!"
Wang San: "???"
In the corner, the real Wang San—still struggling to stop his nosebleed—froze.
He gaped at the brazen impostor, his mind blank.
If you’re Wang San, then who am I?
But he couldn’t be bothered to refute it.
Did Su Ji really think others were idiots?
Did he expect to frame Wang San just by wearing his face?
Truly, the mind of a former menial worker wasn’t up to par.
The ethereal woman’s voice sounded again, this time with a hint of amusement.
"Oh? Wang San?"
"How interesting."
"You’re certainly more honest than the rest."
Her voice paused briefly.
"But there’s no need for flattery."
"I care not for such things."
Su Ji wasn’t surprised.
The woman truly didn’t care.
All she cared about was seizing a suitable body for her rebirth.
"Since you’ve all come for my legacy, I shall grant you an opportunity."
As her words faded, the blood-red array diagram at the hall’s center—previously faded—flared to life once more.
This time, however, a three-foot stone platform slowly rose from its center.
"Who dares step forward?"
Upon the platform, light swirled as if carrying the rise and fall of an era.
The woman’s voice echoed again, now tinged with the melancholy of a hero’s twilight.
"This wisp of my remnant will is fading."
"I cannot bear to see my life’s work vanish with me."
"That would be too great a pity."
"But my legacy is not for just any stray dog or cat to inherit."
Her soft words silenced the hall once more.
"You must prove yourselves worthy of my teachings."
Lin Bufan of the Blazing Sun Holy Land—true to his name, which meant "Uncommon"—found his courage again.
"Senior, how must we prove ourselves?"
The woman’s voice remained calm. "Step onto this platform and name the opponent you wish to challenge."
As she spoke, five faint humanoid silhouettes materialized above the platform, each labeled in the local script:
"Mediocrity, Talent, Elite, Genius, Heaven’s Chosen."
"If any among you can defeat a Heaven’s Chosen of your own realm, my legacy shall be yours."
The crowd collectively gasped.
Defeat a Heaven’s Chosen of the same realm?
Though many had been flattered by juniors as "geniuses" or "Heaven’s Chosen," a Nascent Soul expert’s definition of "Heaven’s Chosen" was undoubtedly different from theirs.
A Heaven’s Chosen was, by definition, invincible within their realm.
Yet, an even fiercer ambition ignited in every heart.
This was the complete legacy of a Nascent Soul expert!
With it, even the severed path to Nascent Soul might be reopened.
Faced with such temptation, the seemingly impossible condition only stoked their desires further.
Hidden in the crowd, Su Ji listened and muttered under his breath:
"Not just your legacy—they’ll take your memories too, heh heh heh."
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.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
【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.)
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.”
