Su Ji couldn’t care less about formalities.
He pointed at the spirit stones on the table.
"Come on, let’s split the loot."
Su Jiu was momentarily stunned.
"There’s a share for me?"
But why call it "loot"?
Weren’t these supposed to be someone else’s investment?
"Of course," Su Ji declared righteously. "I, Su Ji, believe in clear accounts—what’s borrowed must be returned, and the extra counts as interest."
"There should be about three hundred and seventy high-grade spirit stones here."
"You take one hundred and eighty..."
Su Ji felt his heart bleeding.
These weren’t low-grade spirit stones.
Was he really about to give away half?
"Actually, take seventy..."
But before he could finish, he was interrupted again.
Finally, Su Ji managed to convince himself with a justification.
Wasn’t Su Jiu about to help him gather materials for his Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment?
What if she ran short on funds?
That would jeopardize his future!
This was no place for stinginess.
Consider it an investment in materials.
"Take one hundred and seventy."
"Reach the Golden Core stage soon, Junior Sister, so I can bask in your glory."
With that thought, the pain in his heart lessened.
Once Su Jiu reached the Golden Core stage, he could ride her coattails.
By then, would he still need to hide from a mere elder by soaking in a medicinal tub?
He could sit on the sect leader’s throne and do as he pleased—no one would dare utter a word.
...
Su Jiu stared at the pouch, momentarily at a loss for words.
He could have kept everything for himself, yet he still shared with her.
This thought lingered in her mind, refusing to fade.
Su Ji paid no attention to her inner turmoil. He upended the pouch of high-grade spirit stones onto the table with a clatter.
Three hundred and seventy high-grade spirit stones glittered brilliantly, nearly blinding Su Ji’s "dog eyes."
He counted them one by one, painstakingly separating one hundred and seventy.
The rest were stuffed back into the pouch.
Then he glanced at the floor.
"One, two, three... five..."
Hmm.
He snatched five more stones from the table and returned them to his own pouch.
Su Jiu watched as Su Ji wrestled between generosity and reluctance, an inexplicable silly grin spreading across her face.
After a long pause, she finally remembered the main issue. "By the way, what about the [Hundred Refined Heavenly Silkworm Thread]?"
"Oh, that." Su Ji waved it off.
"There wasn’t enough to craft an inner armor, so I asked that old man to find a skilled artificer and turn it into something else."
"He said he’d notify me once it’s done, so don’t worry."
The poor vendor—not only did he lose money and a sword, but he also had to run errands for free.
Su Jiu relaxed completely upon hearing this.
She rose from the bed, bent down, and picked up the five spirit stones from the floor.
Gently, she placed them back into the pile meant for her.
"Since Senior Brother trusts me so much, I’ll make preparations and set out tomorrow."
Gazing at the pile of spirit stones, her eyes brimmed with newfound confidence.
"With these, the trip should go smoothly. Within a month at most, I’ll bring back every material needed for your Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment—not a single one missing."
Su Ji: "..."
Must you say things like that...?
It sounded like some theatrical general’s boast.
But what could Su Ji do?
She was utterly reckless.
"No rush."
"Leave in five days."
Su Jiu’s face twisted in confusion.
"With your cultivation speed and these spirit stones, I’d say you’ll reach Foundation Establishment in about a month."
"Why wait five more days? Shouldn’t we act as quickly as possible?"
"Besides, I’ll be attempting my Golden Core breakthrough in around a month too."
Her meaning was clear—these five days were precious for both of them and would significantly delay their progress.
Su Ji merely smiled without explanation.
"Trust me."
Two simple words, yet they carried an unshakable authority.
Su Jiu studied his confident demeanor, and memories of his past inexplicable feats surfaced in her mind.
Whether it was foreseeing Elder Liu’s murderous intent or predicting the Nascent Soul remnant’s attempted possession, everything proved Su Ji harbored secrets beyond her comprehension.
Her doubts gradually gave way to another emotion.
Fine.
Su Ji always had his reasons.
"I’ll follow Senior Brother’s arrangements."
Su Jiu acquiesced, her tone unconsciously docile.
...
Five days passed in a flash.
During this time, Su Jiu never left her small courtyard, quietly meditating and occasionally tending to the spiritual herbs in the backyard.
Meanwhile, Su Ji finally obtained what he’d been waiting for.
The cooldown for [Fate’s Gaze] had ended.
Without hesitation, he willed it to activate.
In an instant, an indescribable, vast sensation enveloped him.
Countless threads floated around him, weaving into an endless, boundless web.
This time, only one thread could be tugged.
So...
Even predetermined fate could shift unpredictably due to his actions?
Moreover, this thread was unlike any Su Ji had seen before—it was a sinister black-red!
His consciousness didn’t hesitate. With a forceful yank, he pulled the thread.
The surroundings shattered like glass, crumbling into dust.
When his vision cleared again...
...
Then—
The opening scene hit like a thunderbolt.
Su Ji was in his wooden cabin, his entire body burning with unbearable heat. A violent surge of spiritual energy rampaged through his meridians, threatening to tear him apart from within.
"Creak—"
The door swung open.
Su Jiu walked in, dust-covered and weary, yet her clear eyes sparkled with faint joy.
"Senior Brother, I’m back—"
Before she could finish, Su Ji cut her off.
Staggering up from the bed, his eyes bloodshot, he fixed a desperate gaze on her, his voice hoarse and ragged.
"Junior Sister..."
He reached out, like a drowning man grasping for his last lifeline.
"Give it to me..."
Su Jiu recoiled half a step, startled by his appearance.
But Su Ji advanced, the spiritual energy in his body growing even more uncontrollable. A pained growl escaped his throat.
"I need it..."
"I can’t hold back anymore!"
With his current state, those words could easily be misconstrued.
Su Jiu’s cheeks flushed crimson.
But the next moment, she sensed something amiss.
Su Ji’s spiritual energy was running wild, luminescent patterns flickering beneath his skin—this wasn’t lust, but... the signs of an imminent, forced breakthrough into Foundation Establishment!
Who could’ve guessed that in the mere month she’d been gone, Su Ji had reached his limit and was about to explode?
+ 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!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
