"Wrong! That sneaky bastard! The ghost cultivator Gu Tiande! What are you doing siding with the righteous path?!" The Blood Demon Tang Yuan spotted a fellow demonic cultivator standing among his enemies.
Gu Tiande, wearing a short-sleeved shirt printed with a skull design, lifted his chin arrogantly. "That merchant convoy had my goods too! You blind old fool, daring to rob whatever you please, huh?"
Blood Demon Tang Yuan was momentarily speechless. He finally understood why these people had come. Now, he could only hope the puppet he had prepared might save his life.
The next moment, a figure clad in robes bearing the words "Cloud Sky Palace" stepped forward. "Blood Demon Tang Yuan, you attacked the merchant convoy without cause, severely injuring three disciples, damaging five immortal carriages, and causing significant loss of goods. Now, you have two choices."
"First, compensate us for all losses, plus a fine. The exact amount will be determined after discussions with representatives from each sect."
"Second, we kill you, then take everything in your cave to settle the debt. If it’s not enough, we’ll imprison your soul in a soul lantern and hang it at the entrance of the immortal market as a warning to all!"
Blood Demon Tang Yuan sucked in a sharp breath. Isn’t Cloud Sky Palace supposed to be righteous? How are their words even more ruthless than mine?! Imprisoning my soul and putting it on display?!
"I’ll pay the fine!" Blood Demon Tang Yuan completely abandoned his dignity, flailing his arms as he shouted. Facing dozens of cultivators whose strength matched his own, he didn’t dare say another word.
When the news reached Cloud Sky Palace, Yue Anyao seemed dazed. "Zhiyi, you’re amazing. Just as you said—if this continues, the cultivation world won’t need endless bloodshed anymore."
Fang Zhiyi chuckled. "This is what you call the power of capital."
Yue Anyao was puzzled. "Capital?"
Fang Zhiyi didn’t explain, simply ruffling her hair instead.
The outskirts of the immortal market were lined with small shops. In one of them, a young woman stood, tirelessly stir-frying vegetables infused with faint spiritual energy.
"Boss, add an order of chicken over here!"
"Got it! Just a moment."
The small shop was packed, and some customers were there just to see the boss.
"This boss is so cute. I wonder if she has a dao companion yet."
"Last week, the young master of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion got rejected. You wanna try your luck?"
"Try? Fine, I will—once the crowd thins out!"
"Enough nonsense. Hurry up and eat—her cooking is amazing."
A young man waiting in line had been flipping through a magazine, but upon overhearing the conversation, he glanced at the boss. She wore jeans and a short-sleeved blouse with ruffles, her hair tied up in a high ponytail.
Nice figure.
Just as he thought this, the boss finished cooking and lifted the wok. The young man’s eyes widened.
"This… isn’t she…?" he muttered in shock. His companion behind him asked curiously, "You know her?"
"She… she looks just like our palace lord’s former dao companion!"
The companion scrutinized her for a moment before smacking him. "Impossible! That naive little girl would never be here. Don’t you remember? She ran off with that demonic sect’s young master ages ago."
"Right, right… must just be a resemblance. Do you have a memory stone? I’ll record her image to show the palace lord."
"Are you trying to get yourself killed? The lady of the palace will flatten you and toss you into the mines."
At that moment, Zhong Ling'er wiped her sweat and looked up, recognizing the two youthful faces—though they appeared young, they were actually centuries old.
She faintly remembered them—back when she was at Cloud Sky Palace, these two often guarded the mountain gates.
She smiled and nodded at them. The two young men returned the gesture. "Boss, we heard recommendations about your place. We’d like to take away a few signature dishes."
"Sure! How many people?"
"Just a few, but please pack one portion separately. Our palace lord’s wife loves stir-fries—we have to bring her some."
Zhong Ling'er’s hands paused briefly before she replied cheerfully, "No problem! Just wait a bit."
Meanwhile, in a teahouse not far away, Fang Zhiyi sipped immortal tea while observing the scene from a distance. He shook his head with a smile. "This heroine is broad-minded and reasonable. Saves me the trouble."
The system beside him drooled silently, unable to drink despite smelling the tea’s aroma.
"Let’s go. Time to wrap things up."
At a pitch-black mountain peak, a gatekeeper disciple idly shuffled a deck of playing cards bought from the immortal market when suddenly, his hair stood on end. He looked up to see a figure hovering high above.
"Who goes there?!"
Fang Zhiyi couldn’t be bothered to reply. With a single wave of his hand, the mountain’s protective formation shattered instantly.
"Holy—what the—?!"
The commotion drew out the entire demonic sect, including the demon lord who had once rescued Chu Aotian.
"You! Fang Zhiyi of Cloud Sky Palace! You dare ambush our demonic sect?!" the demon lord roared, though his voice trembled slightly.
Fang Zhiyi wagged a finger. "Not an ambush. I came openly. My goal? To kill you."
"Why?! Our demonic sect hasn’t provoked Cloud Sky Palace in years!"
Fang Zhiyi unleashed the full pressure of his late-stage Transcendence Realm cultivation. "I just prefer eliminating uncontrollable variables. Who knows if you’d try to sabotage me during my ascension?"
In the entire cultivation world, Fang Zhiyi stood at the pinnacle, while this demon lord ranked among the top. Though the system had confirmed Chu Aotian was completely ruined, who was to say this demon lord wouldn’t fill the void?
The demon lord froze. He’s right… why didn’t I think of ambushing him during his tribulation?
But it was too late. Fang Zhiyi was a full realm above him. With a simple grasp, the demon lord’s body exploded into gore. Fang Zhiyi flicked his hand in disgust. "You deserved it, sucking mortals dry for cultivation. Learn from the Bat Sect—they switched to pig blood and even started a pig farm."
The demonic sect disciples stood dumbfounded. Even the left and right guardians didn’t dare move under Fang Zhiyi’s overwhelming pressure.
As Fang Zhiyi departed, the guardians exchanged glances. "We shall heed the palace lord’s teachings!"
Fang Zhiyi nearly stumbled mid-air. Glancing back, he muttered, "Quite adaptable."
In a ramshackle hut at the mountain’s base, a pale-faced Chu Aotian watched the figure fly away, envy burning in his eyes before fading into a sigh.
On the day Fang Zhiyi and Yue Anyao ascended, countless sects gathered to witness the event—and, more importantly, to confirm the status of their "shares." Fang Zhiyi waved farewell, announcing that after his ascension, affairs would be handled by the former law enforcement elder. The crowd turned to the old man wearing sunglasses, beaming with pride.
As countless heavenly tribulations struck, Fang Zhiyi faced them with ease, Yue Anyao steadfastly by his side.
Just then, a figure leaning on a cane pushed through the crowd. "Fang Zhiyi! You can’t leave! You owe me—" The rest was drowned out by thunder.
The system remarked, "He remembered."
Fang Zhiyi nodded. Well, that guy’s going to be miserable now.
At that very moment, a woman moved faster than the guardian disciples. In two swift steps, she reached Chu Aotian, grabbed him, and hurled him aside. Then, turning back, her gaze—filled with a tumult of emotions—locked with Fang Zhiyi's.
Fang Zhiyi gave a slight nod, pulling Yue Anyao close with one arm while raising his other hand to summon his qi, bracing against the final, colossal strike of the heavenly tribulation lightning.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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.”
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?
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
