【You recruited eighty-five people in Liu Family Village.】
【In fact, you remembered every single one of them.】
【In the previous simulation, they had all taken part in the uprising. Some joined early, some late. Some died before you left Fubao Star, while others fell in the battle at the starport.】
【Before taking Liu Ying and the others away, you all gathered beneath a large tree at the village entrance.】
【In front of everyone, you conjured bowl after bowl of white rice porridge.】
【“Follow me into the uprising. I can’t promise you anything else, but there will always be enough porridge! Eat! Have as much as you want—eat until you’re full!”】
【Everyone was struck dumb on the spot, their eyes filled with longing for food.】
【White rice porridge?】
【Forget an ordinary bowl of white rice porridge—even bran meant for pigs was something the people of Liu Family Village could rarely eat their fill of.】
【For years, under the enslavement and exploitation of the alien races, they had lived in misery, with clothes barely covering their bodies and never enough food to fill their stomachs, struggling constantly just to survive.】
【Now, bowl after bowl of steaming, freshly made white rice porridge appeared before them. They could hardly believe they were not dreaming.】
【It was only when the sweet, scalding porridge entered their mouths that they suddenly realized—】
【This wasn’t a dream!】
【Liu Ying and the others ignored the heat of the porridge. They gulped it down, swallowing their equally scalding tears along with it.】
【The villagers gathered nearby were already crying from hunger.】
【They deeply regretted not answering your call just moments ago and joining you in the uprising.】
【What were they afraid of?】
【Even if the aliens killed them tomorrow, it would still be worth it if they could eat their fill today!】
【Using the Divine Wind Technique, you sent bowl after bowl of white rice porridge to the watching villagers.】
【“Come and eat, too.”】
【Although these villagers had not joined the uprising, many of them were relatives of the rebel soldiers.】
【The families of the rebel army received special treatment!】
【Liu Tian held out a bowl that he had eaten halfway through but could not bear to continue eating. He handed it to Liu Ying.】
【“Daughter, I was worried just now that following this hero would bring you trouble, that you might be in danger. But now I think… Go, child. Do what you believe is right!”】
【You lengthened the Binding Immortal Rope, allowing Liu Ying and the other eighty-five people to hold on to it. Then, just like that, you carried them away from Liu Family Village.】
【These villagers had spent half their lives under crushing pressure, without even knowing what it meant to have a life or what living truly was.】
【But when they reached the sky and felt the fierce wind against their faces, when they experienced flight without restraint, a surge of heroism and ambition rose within their hearts.】
【They marveled at the wonders of the immortal path and looked down upon the vast land below.】
【Most importantly, a certain emotion appeared in the way they looked at you—a thing called absolute loyalty.】
【Liu Ying most of all. This was already the second time she had placed her loyalty and trust in you.】
【You arrived at the Wing God Cult’s Number One Mine on Fubao Star.】
【During the sixth simulation, you had mined here for several years, though it had been your clones doing the digging.】
【It was also here that you met Old Zhang and learned about the starship his master had left behind on Fubao Star.】
【This time, you had no need for that low-quality starship that still required repairs.】
【Still, you thought you might as well help Old Zhang and the other workers escape their suffering.】
【The Number One Mine was not far from the Main Church, so the guards and overseers in the area had already heard something about what happened there.】
【“Have you heard? Someone from the human race broke into the Main Church and killed everyone in the city! We’re so close to the Main Church… Maybe we should run first?”】
【“Nonsense. The High Priest is a mighty expert of the Absolute Ground Realm. A human? Hah…”】
【“That’s what I thought too. Those weak humans couldn’t possibly have that kind of ability. Hahaha!”】
【The two guards at the mine entrance sat lazily on a rock, chatting.】
【That was, until they saw you drifting over their heads.】
【“M-My heavens! Is that a human? He’s flying!”】
【In the Real Realm, being able to fly without wings most likely meant that one possessed a divine ability.】
【You lowered your head and glanced at the two of them.】
【“Sometimes, you really should believe the unofficial histories.”】
【Then, with a slap from across the air, you sent the two guards—who were about to sound the alarm—flying.】
【Not that sounding the alarm would have done them any good.】
【After that, it took you less than the time needed to finish a cup of tea to completely “disassemble” the entire garrison of the Number One Mine.】
【You also took the opportunity to pack all the source stones in the mine into your Pot-Heaven Space.】
【Don’t ask. Just know that auto-loot was still enabled.】
【The miners were still staring blankly at you, as though a heavenly god had descended among them.】
【You heard their thoughts. They suspected that you were an alien who merely looked very much like a human, and that you had come to rob the Wing God Cult.】
【You did not want to waste time explaining. You simply took out bowl after bowl of white rice porridge.】
【“Porridge in hand—follow me! Kill the aliens! Join the rebel army!”】
【With food on offer, what else did they need to say?】
【“Rise up! Rise up! Rise up!!!”】
【Thunderous cries of rebellion rang through the mine.】
【Even on a third-rate star like Fubao Star, after years of brutal alien enslavement and oppressive rule, the human race had become numb and passive, accepting the idea that being born human meant being born a sinner.】
【But when a spark of resistance was kindled—】
【When the banner of rebellion was raised—】
【countless people still followed, as if driven by an instinct buried in their bloodline.】
【That bowl of white rice porridge was merely the motivation that gave them the strength to take their first step.】
【The courage and spirit of resistance in their hearts were what would support them through the next ten thousand steps.】
【With this first rebel army, numbering no more than a thousand people, you quickly swept through and pacified the area surrounding the Main Church.】
【Most of the aliens were physically sent to the afterlife.】
【A small number were kept alive to serve as servants and laborers, performing physical tasks such as transporting the weapon-refining materials needed by Granny Duobao.】
【The rebel army established its headquarters in the Wing God Cult’s Main Church.】
【However, you gave the place a new name—White Porridge City.】
【A memorial to the legendary White Porridge Uprising.】
【The rebel army was currently settled inside the city, along with their families.】
【There were more than enough empty houses. With the rebel army’s current numbers, they could live wherever they pleased—one house each, or several if they wanted.】
【Even if no one worked at all, the supplies stored in the city would be enough to sustain more than a thousand people for a very long time.】
【For now, you did not continue expanding. You were waiting for some people to come up from the Human Realm.】
【At the same time, you were waiting for Granny Duobao to produce the weapon-refining plans according to your specifications, as well as for her disciples to arrive on Fubao Star.】
【Year Four. Age thirty.】
【Drawing trait…】
【Trait acquired successfully!】
【“Super Fast Charge” (Purple—Epic): When recovering your immortal-path energy—whether true qi, vital energy, divine power, immortal power, or the like—you can enter Fast-Charge Mode and recover at a much faster rate. However, certain conditions in the surrounding environment are required.】
【Adjust trait?】
【Yes/No】
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...
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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?!
