“Master, you’re here?” Liu Xiaoji followed Li Shiyin's bad example and spoke with an odd tone after spending just half a day together.
Qin Ran glared at them and asked, “Where is Chasing the Wind?”
Li Shiyin pointed behind her and laughed. “That big, dark lump over there. Can't you see it?”
“I’m blind!” Qin Ran rolled his eyes and asked again, “What’s wrong with him?”
“Based on my analysis...” Li Shiyin imitated Qin Ran’s mannerisms when analyzing problems, speaking in a deep voice. “He probably exhausted his spiritual power. He might just...alright, he’s tired and needs to sleep for a while.”
“Is this his mischief?” Qin Ran said as he walked over to Chasing the Wind's side and quickly checked his condition, discovering that he really was asleep.
“Yes, it's a new divine ability Chasing the Wind learned,” Li Shiyin said.
“What divine ability?”
“I don’t know,” Li Shiyin shook her head. “Chasing the Wind didn't say.”
“I told you guys not to make trouble, I told you guys not to make trouble, but you just have to make trouble!” Qin Ran said angrily. “You can't go a single day without causing some kind of incident!”
“No way. We were cultivating...” Li Shiyin “corrected” him. “We were practicing our divine abilities.”
Qin Ran was too lazy to spar words with her. He glared at her from the side and held out his left hand, separating his little finger, and asked, “Can you still use your sword qi? Give me a sword qi."
"Why?" Li Shiyin summoned a shadow sword qi, not understanding what Qin Ran intended to do.
"This is my clone..." Qin Ran said. "Let's see what happens if my finger gets cut off?"
"It won't cut through," Li Shiyin shook her head. Her sword qi sliced through Qin Ran's little finger without leaving a mark. Qin Ran's little finger was completely undamaged. "See? I didn't lie to you!"
Qin Ran looked at his little finger and then towards the outside world. The real Qin Ran had a grave expression on his face, also looking at his own little finger.
"You didn't mess around with your sword qi, did you?" The clone Qin Ran hurriedly asked Li Shiyin.
"No! I just made one cut towards the ground. The ground here is dark like everything else. My sword qi didn't even make contact," Li Shiyin replied. As she spoke, she saw the expression on the real Qin Ran's face outside and suddenly understood what his clone meant. "But I did kick Chasing the Wind. My foot passed right through his body."
As soon as she said this, the real Qin Ran's expression drastically changed.
The clone Qin Ran hurriedly turned back to Chasing the Wind's side and examined his condition closely.
"Master...what's wrong?" Li Shiyin asked fearfully.
"Just now when you cut my little finger, I couldn't feel any injury in this dark state," the clone Qin Ran replied. "But...the original body outside felt the pain. In other words, any attacks suffered in the World of Darkness do cause injury even if we can't feel them."
Li Shiyin recalled her foot kicking through Chasing the Wind's waist. She couldn't help but be greatly shocked. "I didn't kick Chasing the Wind to death, did I?!"
"I don't know..." The clone Qin Ran shook his head. "I can't detect anything now."
A chill went down Li Shiyin's back. Her kick had split Chasing the Wind cleanly in half. While they felt nothing in the World of Darkness, what about outside? Would Chasing the Wind suddenly snap into two pieces when he left this space?!
The more she thought about it, the more fearful she became until she collapsed next to Chasing the Wind in tears. "Chasing the Wind...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill you. I...I...I didn't know..."
Just as she cried, Chasing the Wind suddenly yawned having been woken up by her noise. His eyes opened revealing a pair of glowing black-gold irises. Although nearly the same color as the darkness, it was the only hint of light and color in this dark world. As soon as his eyes opened, he saw Li Shiyin crying while talking to herself. Extremely confused, he said, "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet!"
But seeing him like this only made Li Shiyin cry harder. "Chasing the Wind...don't die!"
"Eh? What are you doing?" Chasing the Wind sat up from lying down. "Why would I randomly die when I'm perfectly fine?"
"You'll die as soon as you leave!" Li Shiyin cried. "You'll break into two pieces with blood flying everywhere. How terrible, Chasing the Wind! You'll die so tragically!"
"Why would I die after I leave?" Chasing the Wind looked at Li Shiyin. "Don't curse me, alright?"
"How do you feel right now?" Qin Ran suddenly asked.
While Li Shiyin's laments about his gruesome death didn't faze Chasing the Wind, Qin Ran's voice scared him badly. After all, he knew he had done something wrong. Looking towards Qin Ran, he stammered, "D-Dad?"
"I asked how you feel," Qin Ran frowned and repeated.
"How I feel? Not bad. I slept pretty comfortably," Chasing the Wind answered honestly. "It's just, it feels like someone kicked my waist. It hurts a bit."
"Ah!" Hearing this made Li Shiyin even more certain that Chasing the Wind would die. "Chasing the Wind..."
However, Qin Ran realized something from this. He clearly had no sensation of pain in this dark space, yet Chasing the Wind could sense being kicked. Of course, as the master of this World of Darkness, he would be an exception.
Pondering this, he asked, "Chasing the Wind, can you retract this World of Darkness without affecting..."
But Chasing the Wind was a child who had done something wrong and kept trying to make amends. Hearing only the first half of his words, he eagerly nodded, "I can, I can!"
Not waiting for Qin Ran to react, he opened his mouth wide and forcefully sucked all the darkness back in.
"No, that's not...!" Qin Ran tried to stop him mid-sentence before realizing he had reverted to normal. Looking down, his little finger had indeed disappeared. He hurriedly looked towards Chasing the Wind and saw him standing there perfectly fine with eyes and mouth agape. "Dad, what did you say?"
"Oh..." Qin Ran let out another sigh before dissipating into a puddle of water. Qin Ran to the side said, "It's fine now."
Seeing that Chasing the Wind was alright, Li Shiyin quickly stopped crying and wiped her tears. She ran over to look Chasing the Wind up and down, confused. "How are you totally fine?"
Glancing to the side, she saw a person-sized hole in the ground, pitch-black and leading to some unknown place. There were also scattered traces of sword qi cuts that she had tested out earlier. The hole was from when she had burrowed underground while the lingering sword qi were the marks she had sliced.
"Why wouldn't I be alright?" Chasing the Wind was also very perplexed.
Did he not remember the specifics of this divine ability? It was Ao Yi who had taught it to Chasing the Wind to protect his life, allowing him to shadowize his body to avoid attacks and burrow into shadows. For such an ability of which he was the wielder, how could anything happen to him?
"Ahhh!" Seeing that Chasing the Wind was unharmed, Li Shiyin jumped up and punched him in the nose. "Give me back my tears!"
Chasing the Wind's nose was assaulted so he retaliated with kitty punches and yelled, "What's that got to do with me?!"
Watching the two start fighting again, Qin Ran looked up at the sky speechlessly.

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!

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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.”

] [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!"