“Chen Dong, I’m warning you—better put me back right now. The charge of harming the White-Clad Priest alone is enough to have your ancestral grave dug up and desecrated!”
Facing Luo Ku’s threat, you replied with a smirk.
“Sorry, my ancestral grave isn’t here. Also... my name’s Chen Yi, damn it!”
After another round of heavy hits, Luo Ku finally fell silent.
Having dealt him a blow, you then gave him a jab.
“You know, I was injured and lost my memory before, so a lot of things are still unclear to me. If you can clear up my doubts, I might just let you go.
Besides, you’re right—I’m just a mere mortal. No matter how powerful I am, how could I possibly stand against the vast Winged God Sect?”
“Alright, you do have some sense,” Luo Ku admitted. “Ask away. When it comes to anything on this Fubao Star, there’s nothing I don’t know.”
“Why do you say that the human race is a bunch of sinners?”
“Because their ancestors committed grave crimes across the universe and were exiled...”
You punched him mid-sentence.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
“Just telling the truth.”
“That’s the truth right there!”
Seeing you raise your fist again, Luo Ku instinctively dodged, stammering.
“Okay, okay! The whole ‘descendants of criminals’ thing is actually unverified—there’s no historical record to back it up. But I don’t know the exact reasons either. It’s just that generation after generation, humans have been treated this way. We’re simply following the traditions of our ancestors!”
“Are humans treated like this on every planet in the universe?”
“That, I’m not sure about. I’ve only stayed on Fubao Star and Lingwei Star. The situation for humans on Lingwei Star is a bit better, but they’re still considered the lowest caste.”
You asked him what Lingwei Star was.
Luo Ku explained.
Fubao Star is a third-class star, completely devoid of any immortal energy. No one can cultivate there.
But the Winged God Sect is a massive organization controlling multiple planets. They allow members stationed on Fubao Star to periodically travel to the nearby second-class star, Lingwei Star, to cultivate.
So every position has two people rotating—one stationed on Fubao Star, the other cultivating on Lingwei Star.
“Commoners on a third-class star are the easiest to control because they have no way to leave the planet. And since we’re cultivators, we can manipulate them however we want.
On a second-class star, it’s a different story.
You never know when some prodigy with a sky-high destiny will emerge, finding a crack to breathe under layers of oppression, and eventually even stand before you.
But it doesn’t matter. Our Winged God Sect has lasted over ten thousand years.
On the planets we control, even if rebellions break out occasionally, they’re always crushed in the end.
So, I advise you not to oppose us. What you’ve seen on Fubao Star is just the tip of the iceberg.”
Your face darkened, but you suppressed the urge to beat him to death and continued with your questions.
“How can I leave this planet?”
“First, you need a starship. After all, you can’t yet cross the void with your body alone.
Next, you have to go to the starport so the starship can launch and enter the starway.
Once the starship is in the starway, you just set your destination on the star map onboard to reach your target planet.”
“The scale of the universe is astronomical—distances between planets are unimaginably vast. Am I really supposed to spend my entire life trapped inside a starship?”
“You don’t understand the function of the star routes at all.”
“Then why don’t you explain it to me?”
“I don’t really get it either, but one thing’s for sure: when you’re on the star routes, the distance between planets isn’t such a big deal.”
“Chen Yi, I see you’re quite formidable in battle, and you don’t seem very old. You have great potential. If you’re willing to work for me, I can recommend you to Lingwei Star. How about it?”
You gave a half-hearted reply and kept questioning him, eager to learn more about the Real World.
You gained a lot of information.
Including the identity of that old hag from before.
“She’s about a meter tall, very old, can fly, wears a big black robe, and carries a snake-headed staff.”
“You’re talking about the Duobao Tonglao, right?”
“You know her well?”
“Not really. She’s a famous master of refining artifacts. She was invited by the Grand Bishop to craft a spiritual treasure for us. I only met her once.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at him.
“Aren’t you all supposed to despise humans the most? So why did you invite a human artifact refiner?”
Luo Ku smiled awkwardly.
“Most humans are indeed useless, but I have to admit there’s a small group among them who actually have some skill.”
“Where is that old hag now?”
“If she’s not on a business trip, she lives on Huoguang Star in the neighboring Shengyang System. What, are you planning to find her? Beg for her protection? Haha, forget it. She has no loyalty to her own kind—she only cares about profit.”
That much didn’t need Luo Ku to remind you.
After all, she’s a celebrity. She’s stolen a few magical artifacts already—this old hag is the embodiment of ruthless opportunism.
You reached out and stroked Luo Ku’s wing.
Luo Ku blushed and glanced at you.
“I’ve noticed since a while ago… why do you keep touching my wings like that?”
“Don’t mind it, just keep answering my questions.”
While interrogating him, you also kept refreshing your Winged Tribe talents.
The Winged Tribe’s talent, “Five Elements Affinity,” basically boosts cultivation speed.
That’s why Liu Ying said the Winged Tribe are all geniuses.
Each of them is born with a natural affinity for one of the five elements, which accelerates their comprehension and cultivation of techniques and divine arts.
However, their talent is similar to humans’—it’s assigned randomly and fixed at birth.
So you kept discarding and acquiring talents, trying to roll the special-grade Fire Element Affinity you wanted.
After relentless effort, you nearly plucked all the feathers off one of Luo Ku’s wings, but finally managed to get the special-grade Fire Element Affinity you desired!
This means that from now on, whenever you cultivate fire-element techniques, your innate aptitude is effectively enhanced!
Previously, you had a high-grade root bone (seventh-rank Immortal Root). With the special-grade Fire Element Affinity, your future aptitude is comparable to a middle-grade root bone (sixth-rank Immortal Root), or even a top-grade root bone (fifth-rank Immortal Root)!
Having asked all the questions, you realized keeping Luo Ku around was just a burden.
You found a random spot and, using your enhanced knight’s spear, stabbed the already severely injured Luo Ku through the heart, hanging him on a tree.
Luo Ku died with resentment.
“You—you… you broke your promise!”
“You think you’re worthy?”
The group of miners burst into applause.
During the escape with your followers, you used the *Divine Weapon Revelation* to enchant over a hundred sets of weapons and armor that had been confiscated.
The heavy armor became lighter and more durable—so much so that even ordinary people could wear it comfortably, with significantly enhanced defensive capabilities.
The knights’ lances and swords grew sharper and tougher; with every swing, fierce energy radiated outward, greatly increasing their destructive power. They even gained a limited ranged attack ability.
From the original eight hundred miners, you selected over a hundred young, strong, and mentally sharp individuals, equipping them with these hundred sets of magically enhanced weapons and armor.
The enchantments from *Divine Weapon Revelation* last for a certain period. You instructed them to come to you for a re-enchantment whenever they felt something was amiss.
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
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
