Qin Ran watched Li Shiyin stumble down the stairs and shook his head, thinking to himself that this must be the so-called high attack but low defense.
Her attack was so powerful that she wanted to marry and have babies with him right off the bat, catching him completely off guard. But her defense was so weak that she blushed and ran away after just a kiss.
Of course, he licked his lips, still tasting the sweet fragrance of the young maiden, the tingling sensation rather enjoyable.
Qin Ran stood in place relishing the soft, wet feel of his silly apprentice's lips for quite a while before heading back to the desk. He looked at the sheets of paper laid out and tidied up the debris from the pen he had crushed, then took out a new pen from the drawer and leaned over to start writing.
The desk had a very large piece of paper on it, the most eye-catching part being the huge diagram of the mystical formation, the dense and complex mystical lines and patterns making one's eyes glaze over.
Above the diagram was the name of this mystical formation - the Long Distance One-way Teleportation Formation. Yes, this was the escape mystical formation that Qin Ran had been researching for the past two years.
Although he had also been making contributions to the Dao Sword Sect during this time, that did not conflict at all with his escape plan.
This teleportation formation was now already set up underground at Dan Peak, only missing some final touches and calculations before it could operate normally. And the reason why this formation could be set up so quickly was also thanks to Qin Ran's position as the Chief Alchemy Elder, since he no longer lacked materials for laying formations after assuming that role.
Somebody actually dared to ask if Qin Ran had embezzled resources?
Of course he did!
How could anyone still think Qin Ran was a good person? He only maintained a superficial integrity, but anything deeper was pitch black. Sitting in such a lucrative position, did anyone think he could still have completely clean hands?
Pure nonsense!
He just wasn't as brazen and blatant about it as Jian Yuanjie.
He properly recorded all the accounts that needed to be kept, but everything that should have lined his own pockets did not escape either. After all, with the mathematical prowess of this world, who could audit his books?
He openly used the Sect's money to buy whatever materials he needed.
So when laying down the defensive grand formation for the sect, he had begged far and wide for materials, barely scraping together enough; yet when setting up a teleportation formation far more complex, he did not have any material shortages at all.
What he was doing now was figuring out what needed to be done after teleporting to an unfamiliar place.
And under the diagram were the plans he had made.
First point: Determine the surroundings after teleporting to ensure the safety of the teleportation point;
Second point: Conceal and protect the teleportation point;
Third point...
There were already sixteen hastily scribbled points above.
But now, Qin Ran picked up his brush and wrote down the seventeenth point: Find Rong Ling Pills, or easier methods to refine Rong Ling Pills.
Since his silly apprentice had taken the initiative, he had to prepare to take action too. His own physiological functions had no issues after all, and facing such a peerless beauty, his heart burned with desire, impatient to have Li Shiyin birth him a child immediately. So he had to resolve that little hidden trouble of his quickly.
Following that, he wrote down point number eighteen on the paper: Collect dual cultivation techniques...
Li Shiyin ran downstairs and out of the small log cabin, then suddenly came to a halt, stunned.
Because at this moment, standing neatly in front of the cabin under the study window were four demons large and small: Tushan Youyou, Long Qiqi, Chasing the Wind and Liu Xiaoji.
Seeing Li Shiyin run out covering her face, they all involuntarily cried out in an electrifying, thrilling, and unsatiated manner, wearing expressions that showed they had been peeping and eavesdropping all along.
Slowly, Li Shiyin realized what was happening. She was utterly humiliated and furious, glaring at Long Qiqi only to see her feigning ignorance and indifference, even tilting her head to gaze at the skies while whistling a tune.
Well!
Then it dawned upon her that Long Qiqi had done this on purpose! Deliberately getting her to bare her heart to Master just so Long Qiqi could enjoy the show! Grr... this sly little loli was too crafty!!
"Ahhh.... Qiqi, damn you! I'm going to kill you!" In an instant, the Mu Ran Sword was unsheathed as Li Shiyin charged furiously at Long Qiqi.
Seeing the Mu Ran Sword drawn, Long Qiqi was badly frightened, almost losing her human form. She leapt nimbly onto Chasing the Wind's large head, yelling, "Chasing the Wind, run!"
Chasing the Wind had been engrossed in watching the lively scene unfold. Caught off guard, he suddenly saw Li Shiyin barreling over clutching the Mu Ran Sword, murderous aura billowing.
"Hey! Don't drag me into this!" He cried out in dismay.
But the embarrassed and furious Li Shiyin did not care. With a fierce slash, a meteor sword qi whizzed straight at him and he had no choice but to dodge hastily. "Stupid tiger, run that way!" Long Qiqi clambered atop Chasing the Wind's neck, clutching both ears to remotely control his direction.
Left with no time to think, Chasing the Wind could only flee in the direction Long Qiqi had indicated.
And so, one fled while the other pursued.
Yet another bloody battle unfolded atop Dan Peak....
Having completed his plans, Qin Ran put the paper away. His expression was tranquil as he stood by the study window gazing outside, seeing the apocalyptic horrors unfolding on Dan Peak.
A level 8 Profound Underworld Spirit Tiger and unparalleled sword dao genius fighting again, it was truly earth-shattering and devastating....
Of course, he was not worried in the slightest. It would be concerning instead if these two playful fellows did not brawl some day. Both were top-notch geniuses under his tutelage. When they fought, it was extremely restrained with not a shred of power leaking out.
After all, they knew that with their level of mastery, even the slightest wayward sword qi or claw swipe could potentially bring catastrophic damage to Dan Peak.
They loved Dan Peak too, and could not bear to see it harmed.
After going at it furiously for a period, Li Shiyin admitted defeat first.
Sword raised, she descended from the skies and saw Master Qin Ran at the study window. She softly mumbled to herself, "I must learn to become a proper lady, learn how to be a wife, learn how to be a mother, be gentle..."
Muttering thus, she landed on the ground, thinking to herself that she must absolutely become Master's wife, a capable wife.
"Why'd you stop fighting?" Chasing the Wind landed too and asked curiously, "You're much stronger than this!"
"I need to be gentle from now on, I can't be as savage and naughty as you." Li Shiyin slowed her speech, softened her voice, rounding her words.
Chasing the Wind frowned immediately, raising a large paw to press on Li Shiyin's forehead. "You didn't get possessed or something, did you?"
"Your paws are filthy, don't touch me!" Li Shiyin slapped Chasing the Wind's paw away. A proper young lady should be very concerned with cleanliness!
But the scent was right. Although his paw had been slapped away, Chasing the Wind heaved a sigh of relief. It was still Li Shiyin, she had not been possessed...
Watching this scene unfold on the lawn from the window, Qin Ran could not help but sigh. But it was not that which made him sigh, rather it reminded him of his past life. In that other world, everything needed certification - teachers needed teaching credentials, nurses needed nursing licenses, students needed level 4 certificates and graduation certificates, marriages needed marriage certificates, yet ironically becoming parents and raising children, the most important things, did not require any proof.

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?!

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!

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.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"