Su Jiu's delicate face showed visible hesitation.
"You mean..."
"The two of us, right here...?"
"Mhm."
Su Ji lowered his voice.
He then began analyzing the situation for his junior sister: "The most dangerous place is the safest."
"Right now, all the cultivators are focused on the arena."
"And the owner of this cave has activated three arenas simultaneously—that must be her limit. She can't spare any attention to watch us."
He pointed to the thick stone pillar beside them. "Plus, this spot is obscured. If you're still worried, just cast an illusion spell. At this distance, who could possibly see through it?"
Su Jiu was swayed by his reasoning.
But...
She still felt somewhat...
Seeing her hesitation, Su Ji's tone turned pained.
"Junior Sister, don’t tell me you think I’m some despicable scoundrel who takes advantage of others?"
"Do you think I want this?"
"Use your—ahem—brain and think about it."
"What tangible benefit do I get from helping you break through?"
"None, right?"
"And I’m only at Qi Refining—you’re already at Foundation Establishment!"
His words grew faster, almost accusatory.
"You’ve seen it yourself. I only have two Heavenly Gifts—one for foreseeing danger, the other for enhancing spear techniques. Both are high-grade, but neither can save us now."
"And you? You don’t have a way out either. Are we really betting on that woman’s mercy?"
"If we want to live, we have to rely on ourselves!"
This wasn’t entirely baseless.
In the [Heavenly Vision] Su Ji had glimpsed, Su Jiu and that mysterious woman fought to a stalemate.
Meaning the woman wasn’t overwhelmingly stronger.
If Su Jiu could break through again, she’d surely gain the upper hand.
Noticing her internal struggle, Su Ji pressed on.
"Remember when I said I was the young master of an upper-realm clan? This is my family’s secret technique—no lies!"
"Every time I use it, it drains my spirit and essence. The cost is immense!"
"If not for survival, I’d never do this!"
His voice grew impassioned, as if wronged beyond measure.
"To be blunt, if I really had ulterior motives, I could spread the word and have countless saintesses lining up for me. Junior Sister, you don’t actually think you’re the most beautiful woman in Great Xia, do you?"
Su Jiu: "..."
His words sounded convincing, but she still couldn’t cross that mental barrier.
Last time in the bath, it was due to the blood oath and Elder Liu waiting outside—getting caught would’ve been disastrous.
Under those extreme circumstances, she had no choice.
(Not to mention Su Ji kept pushing her head down—she didn’t dare resist too hard, afraid the noise would break the illusion.)
This time, she couldn’t justify it to herself.
"But..."
Su Ji: ???
After all that, she’s still refusing?
Since when was Su Jiu this indecisive?
With a sigh, he played his final card.
"Junior Sister, I shouldn’t reveal this, but you don’t trust me—and I just want to live."
His voice turned solemn, laced with despair.
"That woman is Great Xia’s last Nascent Soul cultivator."
"In the future I saw, you’d ask her, ‘Didn’t you ascend?’ Then you’d say, ‘If even you couldn’t break free, then Great Xia is truly doomed...’"
"She’d call you both failures, demand to know why you got a second chance."
"Then... she’d possess you. You’d die."
Su Jiu’s breath hitched. Her eyes darted toward the distant arena.
"...Her?"
She pieced it together.
It made sense.
Even with ideal conditions, a Nascent Soul’s remnant soul couldn’t linger indefinitely.
By now, even Great Xia’s last Nascent Soul would be at her limit...
She believed him completely.
Su Ji had voiced her private grief over Great Xia’s cultivation decline—and her own self-loathing as a "failure."
Only someone who’d glimpsed the unseen could know such things.
"Junior Sister, I rushed three hundred miles without rest to bring you this warning."
"Will you really let me die here because of your pride?"
"I misjudged you!"
"I regret coming!"
Su Jiu had to admit—Su Ji’s silver tongue was unmatched.
His relentless rhetoric left her defenseless, guilt flooding her heart.
"Then I—"
Before she could agree, he cut her off, exasperated.
"Still hesitating?"
"Can’t say it? Then use your hands!"
"Can’t speak? Then gesture!"
"Will hands work?!"
He backed her into a corner, offering one concession after another. Clearly, survival was his only goal.
"Then... then—"
But before "okay" could escape her lips, he interrupted again.
"Enough stalling!"
"Junior Sister, I’m begging you!"
The next moment, Su Ji abruptly bent down and seized the very thing the Heavenly Gifts had scored 99 points.
"To survive, I’ll endure any humiliation!"
"Surely you can accept this?!"
With his plea laid bare, refusal now would brand her heartless...
Her lashes fluttered as she shut her eyes.
"...Fine."
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
【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.”
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.
