That earth-shattering roar brought an eerie silence to the entire underground lava cavern.
Every movement froze—whether it was the panicked fleeing of rogue cultivators or the Joyful Union Sect disciples maintaining the formation. All eyes snapped toward the source of the voice.
Within the formation, an unremarkable-looking rogue cultivator slowly rose to his feet.
His spiritual energy fluctuations weren’t particularly strong, hovering around the mid Foundation Establishment stage.
Yet, at this moment, an imperceptible, peculiar rhythm enveloped him, completely isolating the life-devouring power of the blood sacrifice grand formation.
Originally, sixteen rogue cultivators had been trapped in the formation. Six had already been reduced to blood-soaked bones, their vitality utterly drained.
But this man had forcibly broken free of the formation’s restraints.
“How is this possible…?”
For the first time, an expression of disbelief surfaced on Gu Ranran’s cold, peerlessly beautiful face.
Once activated, the [Blood Sacrifice Soul-Burning Grand Formation] was supposed to be inescapable—even for Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Yet this man before her…
Ignoring her shock, the rogue cultivator wore a near-manic grin as he strode confidently toward Gu Ranran at the formation’s core.
With each step, the bloody runes beneath his feet twisted unnaturally.
Gu Ranran’s instincts screamed in alarm. She immediately channeled her spiritual energy, attempting to regain control of the formation.
But the rogue cultivator was faster.
In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance. Before she could react, a swift, merciless kick sent her flying.
“BAM!”
The lofty Joyful Union Sect’s Holy Maiden was unceremoniously knocked to the ground.
As she struggled to rise, the rogue cultivator stomped down again. Crimson threads erupted from his foot, binding Gu Ranran tightly, leaving her completely immobilized.
But he wasn’t done.
Like lightning, he darted across the cavern, delivering a flurry of kicks.
“BAM! BAM! BAM!”
One after another, the remaining Joyful Union Sect female disciples were sent sprawling, each ensnared by the same blood-red threads.
Their already translucent pink robes became even more revealing as they writhed in vain.
Only then did the rogue cultivator leisurely explain, “Heh, tough luck. When I reached Foundation Establishment, I obtained a purple destiny—one that lets me ignore sacrificial formations within the same major realm and even reflect their effects back.”
The entire sequence was so fluid it left onlookers dizzy.
The rogue cultivators watching from the periphery stood dumbfounded, momentarily forgetting to flee.
Hidden in the shadows, Su Ji clicked his tongue in amazement.
The rogue cultivator, now satisfied, dusted off his hands and sauntered back to Gu Ranran.
Crouching beside her, his face twisted into a lecherous smirk as he rubbed his hands together like an excited fly.
“Heheh, I’ve never tasted a Holy Maiden before.”
His wandering hands began their exploration.
“Stop!”
Gu Ranran’s icy demeanor cracked, her face burning with humiliation. Never had she suffered such indignity.
Yet, bound by the formation’s power, she could do nothing but protest.
Just as the rogue cultivator was about to claim his prize, one of the surviving rogue cultivators finally snapped out of his daze and shouted, “Brother! Don’t hog all the fun! Free us from this damned formation too! Let’s all teach this witch a lesson!”
“Yeah! Sharing is caring, right?”
The suggestion was met with eager agreement.
Their gazes toward the rogue cultivator were a mix of envy, resentment, and a barely concealed greed.
Pausing, the rogue cultivator seemed to consider their words.
With a careless wave, he obliged.
“Fine, fine. Let you all have a taste too.”
“But I go first. You lot line up.”
A strange ripple spread, and the formation’s core—once voraciously draining spiritual energy—flickered out. The remaining rogue cultivators were freed.
“Many thanks, brother!”
“Your generosity knows no bounds!”
Overjoyed, the nine liberated rogue cultivators eagerly closed in, surrounding Gu Ranran like wolves.
“You—what do you think you’re doing?!”
For the first time, genuine fear flashed across Gu Ranran’s face as she took in the hungry mob.
But the only responses were a chorus of vulgar remarks and a sea of groping hands.
Soon, the cavern echoed with indecent sounds.
Gu Ranran’s once-cold voice…
Began to mimic Tom Cat.
What does that even mean?
One man became an entire band.
Capable of handling wind, string, and percussion all at once.
From the shadows, Su Ji shook his head.
This unlucky?
She actually ran into a natural counter to her destiny?
But something still felt off.
This is the Joyful Union Sect’s Holy Maiden?
He decided to keep watching.
Suddenly, one rogue cultivator yelped, “Tired… of being kicked around by the Holy Maiden…”
Before he could finish, a crisp SMACK rang out.
The formation-breaker slapped him upside the head, cursing, “You’d rather play with that when there’s a paradise right here?!”
The onlookers were stunned.
As rogue cultivators, they rarely even glimpsed Joyful Union Sect disciples—let alone had a chance to sample a Holy Maiden’s… favors.
This is a Holy Maiden!
Another rogue cultivator hesitantly spoke up, “Brother… mind if I join?”
“I can…”
He racked his brain but couldn’t think of anything valuable to offer. His voice trailed off. “I can pay in low-grade spirit stones…”
Gu Ranran seethed. “How dare you?!”
The formation-breaker grinned, revealing a row of yellowed teeth.
“Sure, come on over! One low-grade spirit stone per go.”
“But the Holy Maiden’s got a line. You can start with the other disciples if you’re impatient.”
Permission granted, the bold rogue cultivator lunged forward—straight for one of the bound female disciples.
That was the last straw.
The remaining rogue cultivators stampeded into the formation.
“Brother!”
“Brother, please, just one thing—”
Chaos erupted.
“Yes, brother, yes, there’s—”
The same rogue cultivators who’d been clamoring to slay the “witch” now fought tooth and nail for a turn.
From the shadows, Su Ji’s frown deepened.
Brother…
Why are you all charging into a sacrificial formation?
Use your brains.
Does this make sense?
No matter how badly Gu Ranran had miscalculated, she shouldn’t have fallen this far.
As the Joyful Union Sect’s Holy Maiden, she had to have life-saving treasures.
Yet from start to finish, aside from her initial outrage, she’d offered no resistance—letting the rogue cultivators have their way.
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.”
【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.)
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
