However, the figure that appeared at the entrance did not immediately rush down to turn the tide as Su Ji had hoped.
Su Jiu stood barefoot at the edge of the cliff, her waterfall-like white hair swaying without wind. Her clear fox-like eyes swept calmly across the scene.
Her gaze passed over the enraged fire python, over Su Ji who was darting about frantically.
Finally, it settled on Gu Ranran, whose tattered robes revealed glimpses of her delicate form.
Around them, demonic beasts roared, rocks shattered, and chaos reigned.
Yet Su Jiu seemed detached from it all. Her red lips parted, and though her voice was soft, it cut clearly through the clamor.
"Senior Brother, who is she?"
A few simple words, light as a feather, yet carrying an inexplicable chill.
Su Ji stumbled, nearly struck by the fire python's tailwind.
Oh no!
His heart sank, alarms blaring in his mind.
This familiar scene, this deadly question—wasn't this the classic setup for a bloodbath straight out of the old folktales?
Looking at Su Jiu's eerily calm face, Su Ji felt even more panicked than when facing the fire python.
He had no doubt that if he answered a beat too slow or misspoke even slightly, what awaited him wouldn’t be just a fire python, but a furious young fox.
He had to resolve this immediately!
Su Ji glanced at the lingering option hovering above Gu Ranran’s head.
Without hesitation, he willed the activation of the permanent option.
Yet…
One breath passed.
Two breaths passed.
Another fireball from the python whizzed over Su Ji’s head.
The sword that could rend the rules of the world did not appear.
Seriously?
Bro?
Where’s my sword?
You’re going on strike at a time like this?
Does this damn sword have a cleanliness obsession or something?
Does it find Gu Ranran too filthy to drink her blood?
The absurd thought flashed through his mind, but Su Ji had no time to dwell on it.
From the corner of his eye, he spotted the golden core cultivator’s sword still lodged in the fire python’s flesh, wobbling precariously.
Fine.
If one path was blocked, he’d take another!
Su Ji’s fingers twitched imperceptibly, sending a thread of spiritual energy across dozens of meters to coil around the sword.
For a Qi Condensation cultivator, manipulating objects from a distance was already difficult—let alone on the body of a golden core demonic beast.
The sword barely trembled before falling still again.
Fortunately, Su Ji’s mastery of spiritual techniques far surpassed the ordinary.
His eyes narrowed, and the liquefied spiritual energy in his dantian surged violently.
Sword!
Come!
Whoosh—!
A sharp whistling sound pierced the air, followed by the muffled tear of flesh.
The sword finally wrenched free from the fire python’s body, dragging a fountain of scorching blood behind it.
The demonic blood was thick, flecked with golden specks that radiated astonishing energy the moment they left the beast’s body.
The blood flowed along the blade but didn’t drip—instead, it seemed to be greedily absorbed by the sword.
The already gleaming blade took on an eerie crimson hue.
Crap, did I just dye that old swordsman’s ‘beloved’ red?
Wait.
Su Ji reconsidered.
Now, this sword had truly tasted the blood of a great demon.
"ROAR—!!!"
With its hindquarters wounded again, the fire python went berserk.
It threw its head back and unleashed an earth-shaking bellow, its savage aura exploding unchecked.
The entire underground cavern trembled violently. Stalactites rained down from the ceiling like hail.
The ground beneath their feet split open, revealing bottomless fissures. The once-rushing underground river boiled away in an instant, replaced by gushing magma from the depths.
In that moment, the cavern transformed into a living hell.
"Are you insane? Why provoke it?!"
Gu Ranran, startled by the sudden upheaval, paled in horror. She couldn’t fathom Su Ji’s actions.
Her answer came in the form of an icy glare from Su Ji.
He raised his hand, and the blood-drunk sword flew into his grip.
The blade hummed, a bloodthirsty killing intent flooding his limbs through the hilt.
"With your three feet of fleeting life…"
"Protect this dog Su Ji…"
"Offer tribute to my peerless sword path!"
Su Ji had only one target.
"You dare?!"
Gu Ranran was both shocked and furious. She never expected this Qi Condensation ant, under the crushing pressure of a golden core demonic beast, wouldn’t flee—but instead turn his blade on her.
Suppressing her injuries, she mustered the last of her spiritual energy. Her peach-blossom eyes glimmered with a final trace of allure.
"Fellow Daoist, why resort to violence? Let’s work together—"
Before she could finish, a sinister crimson sword light expanded rapidly in her pupils.
Too fast.
After absorbing the fire python’s essence, the sword seemed alive, its humming edge tearing through her hastily erected defenses with brutal efficiency.
Thud.
The sound of steel piercing flesh was nearly drowned out by the collapsing cavern.
Gu Ranran’s seductive expression froze. Disbelief filled her eyes as she looked down at the blade protruding from her chest.
Her reaction had been half a beat too slow.
Even in death, she couldn’t comprehend why this man would risk being crushed by the fire python just to kill her first.
Expressionless, Su Ji withdrew the sword, letting Gu Ranran’s lifeless body crumple to the ground.
He flicked the blood from the blade and turned—just in time to meet Su Jiu’s gaze from the cliff above.
Seeing the woman fall in a pool of blood, the fury in Su Jiu’s heart receded like the tide.
All the lines she’d prepared—"I’ve been working so hard outside, and here you are, Senior Brother…"
—vanished unspoken.
Just then, with one target gone, the fire python directed its full wrath at Su Ji.
"ROAR—!!!"
Its massive body crashed toward him like a collapsing mountain, its gaping maw spewing molten lava hot enough to melt metal.
Su Ji’s face whitened.
This time, he was truly outmatched.
Watching the figure below scrambling like a headless chicken, Su Jiu couldn’t decide whether to laugh or scold.
She hesitated no longer, descending gracefully.
"Freeze."
The rampaging fire python stiffened mid-charge, as if bound by invisible chains, its movements slowing for a split second.
Su Jiu yanked Su Ji’s arm, pulling him clear of the beast’s jaws just in time.
The binding lasted only a moment before the python’s raging demonic energy shattered it.
ROAR—!
Freed, the fire python grew even more frenzied. It slammed into the cavern wall, sending boulders crashing down like meteors.
The ground beneath them was now a sea of molten lava, forcing the two to leap between precarious rock outcroppings to evade the beast’s relentless assault.
Su Jiu’s expression grew graver.
A golden core demonic beast was no easy foe.
Her eyes flicked to the ominous red glow still clinging to Su Ji’s sword, a flicker of doubt crossing her mind.
For a spear cultivator, Su Ji’s swordsmanship was terrifyingly proficient.
But now was not the time to dwell on it.
"Senior Brother, I’ll freeze it again in a moment."
Despite the roars and the shattering of stone, Su Jiu’s voice reached Su Ji’s ears with perfect clarity.
"See that little bump on top of its head?"
"Strike it with your sword right there!"
Su Ji: "..."
When Su Ji didn’t respond, Su Jiu grew impatient: "Senior Brother, can you do it or not?"
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
【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.)
