Chen Yi unleashed his divine might, roaring flames surging around him, and dismantled the Dragonkin's formation.
[Simulation Task Progress: Destroy Dragonkin Stronghold Progress (2/6)]
Hu Chacha: "Bastard! Who the hell are you! Who ordered you to do this! The Emperor of the Central Plains? The Great Khan of the Northern Frontier? The Hundred Nations of the Southern Border? The Shen Family of the Star Domain? The Overseas Sacred Land? Or the Human Race's Dao Protector?!"
Myriad Soul Banner: "Oh man! So this is the proper business you were talking about. Aren't you just being a busybody like a dog catching mice! Hurry up and find the earth vein, I'm begging you bro!"
Demon Refining Pot: "Oh my! Master's fighting power is absolutely, authentically ferocious!"
Jiuzhou Cauldron: "Hehe, the peaches are really delicious."
...
In the dead of winter in Baiyun County, heavy snow was falling.
The bright sun shines on thousands of doors, always replacing old peachwood charms with new ones.
As the Spring Festival approached, the whole county town was full of the New Year atmosphere, and the common people's faces were filled with festive joy.
In the past, even during the New Year, everyone would have a sad face, thinking only about how to survive this long winter.
But it was different now.
Speaking of this newly appointed County Magistrate Chen, he hadn't really made any great political achievements, but had simply canceled some unreasonable local policies left by his predecessor.
Chen Cang was quite honest and upright, not covering up the crimes and mistakes committed by the rich and martial artists.
The entire Baiyun County suddenly regained its vitality, and the lives of the common people had improved a lot.
This County Magistrate Chen was just a mortal. Where did he get the confidence to enforce the law against the powerful?
Before Chen Yi left Baiyun County, he had squeezed a two-meter-high solid iron bull into a dough ball in front of Chen Cang, and then squeezed it back to its original shape.
Then he told him: "Be a good official."
Thus, Baiyun County became like this.
On the street in front of the Chen Residence, Chen Yun led little Shen Jia, stepping on the snow.
Seeing who was coming, the servant at the door hurriedly went up to welcome her.
"Aunt, it's snowing heavily. Why didn't you let us know before coming, so we could arrange a sedan chair to pick you up!"
Chen Yun smiled.
"I'm not in my seventies or eighties. What does a little snow matter? Jia'er also likes playing in the snow... Has my fourth brother not returned yet?"
The servant said helplessly, "Our master is like a divine dragon whose head is seen but not its tail. Aunt, you've been here many times in the past few months. How about we arrange a brother to wait at your door?"
"No need for such trouble. If he hasn't returned yet, then forget it. I just wanted to invite him to have New Year's Eve dinner together. We're family, and it's the New Year, we should get together."
"Rest assured, Aunt. We'll definitely tell the master when he comes back!"
Just as Chen Yun was about to leave, a simple sedan chair came swaying over.
The sedan chair stopped, and the person who got out was Chen Cang.
Chen Cang was wearing an official uniform, presumably just returning from the yamen after finishing work, passing by the Chen Residence.
Seeing Chen Yun, Chen Cang was very polite.
"It's Sister Chen. I pay my respects."
Chen Yun hurriedly returned the greeting.
"Upright Magistrate, your bowing to a commoner really overwhelms me."
Seeing Chen Yun about to bow, Chen Cang, the scholar, quickly stepped forward and supported her.
"No need for formalities, no need for formalities. Once I leave the yamen, I'm also a commoner. I can't accept such a grand ceremony."
Chen Cang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Fortunately, he caught her.
"Upright Magistrate, are you also looking for my fourth brother?"
"Yes, I was thinking, if Young Master Chen has no arrangements for the New Year, he might as well come to my house for New Year's Eve dinner to liven things up."
"Then you've come at a bad time. Even I, his sister, can't see him."
Before she finished speaking.
Chen Yi appeared beside the two of them, unnoticed by ghosts or gods.
"No need for trouble. We'll have New Year's Eve dinner at my residence. Everyone come! I've booked the chef from Yuelai Inn. I guarantee every dish will be top-notch!"
Chen Cang smiled quite happily.
"Then I will respectfully obey. Considering my meager salary, it's really rare for me to eat the food from Yuelai Inn."
Chen Yun said she would go home and discuss it with Shen Qingshan. After all, the man was the head of the household, and she had to let Shen Qingshan make the decision.
Just as the three of them were about to return to their respective homes, the street ahead suddenly became noisy.
The three turned their heads to look.
"Magistrate Chen, look, there's a guard of honor ahead. Has a big shot arrived?"
Magistrate Chen narrowed his eyes and looked, then suddenly showed a look of surprise. He hurriedly lifted his official robes and scrambled over the snow to greet them.
"Lower official Chen Cang respectfully welcomes the Commandery Prince! Please forgive me for not going far to welcome you!!"
Chen Cang's voice even cracked.
The son of a prince's mansion who inherits the prince's title is generally called a Little Prince or Heir Apparent.
Sons other than the Heir Apparent are Commandery Princes.
Although many illegitimate sons of princes don't have the title of Commandery Prince, they are still the prince's sons. Outsiders don't care whether they actually have the title or not, and call them all Commandery Princes.
Chen Yi released his divine sense and already knew who was coming.
"Li Chengqian making such a big show is trying to use his status to back me up. This future emperor really has a true temperament, and his gratitude is beyond words."
In Li Chengqian's cognition, Chen Yi was a Golden Body Realm martial artist.
Although not a bottom-tier martial artist, compared to the royal family, it was still a world of difference. His status could help Chen Yi.
In Li Chengqian's procession, the guard of honor cleared the way in front, light cavalry guarded the left and right, and carriages pulling congratulatory gifts with red covers followed behind.
The common people might not know who was coming.
But looking at this pomp, they knew the status wasn't low.
Looking again, their parent official, the County Magistrate, the upright Magistrate Chen Cang, was scrambling to welcome them.
Didn't everyone know what was going on?
With a "swish," the onlookers knelt down in a wide area.
Actually, Great Qian had etiquette rules stating that commoners didn't need to kneel to royalty without titles.
But who dared to distinguish so clearly.
What if this one had a title?
Kneeling definitely wouldn't cause trouble.
Not kneeling might cause trouble.
Seeing Chen Cang coming to welcome him, Li Chengqian had to stop the sedan chair, get down, and say.
"Magistrate Chen, I'm just here to visit a friend today, not on official business or inspecting on behalf of my father. You don't need to bow, and there's no need for tedious etiquette. Just act as usual. Rise."
"Lower official obeys."
Chen Cang stood up and saw a gorgeously dressed little girl stepping out of a sedan chair behind.
This little girl was about six or seven years old, with big, agile eyes, and skin as white as snow, seemingly breakable at a touch.
As soon as she got off the sedan chair, she puffed her cheeks and pouted, saying.
"Li Chengqian! It's not fun here at all! There aren't even any street performers. It's bare and dilapidated everywhere!"
Li Chengqian smiled bitterly.
"I say, cousin, it wasn't me who wanted you to come. You wouldn't stay in Qianzhou City and insisted on coming with me."
"I regret it. Send me back quickly!"
"That won't do. I owe my benefactor a banquet. Since my benefactor doesn't have time to come to me, I have to come visit personally. How can I turn back now?"
Chen Cang asked cautiously.
"May I ask the Commandery Prince, who is this..."
"Princess Baihua, Li Lingyue."
With a "thump," Chen Cang knelt again, kneeling even more solidly this time.
"Forgive me, Your Highness! This humble official never received the missive from the Ministry of Rites. It must have been delayed by the bandits and demons roaming the wilderness, which is why I failed to prepare a proper reception. I shall go make the arrangements at once!"

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.”

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia