Early the next morning, as the sky was just beginning to brighten, Yun Ya set off for the Yaochi Holy Land with Qin Hao and Chen Ping. With a wave of his hand, a pillar of golden light shot out from Yun Ya's palm, tearing a massive spatial rift in the void.
"Let's go!"
Yun Ya stepped into the rift first, with Chen Ping and Qin Hao following closely behind.
At the Welcoming Terrace of the Yaochi Holy Land, surrounded by swirling clouds and mist, a high platform built of white jade hovered in mid-air. Below the platform was a bottomless abyss, while upon it stood magnificent pavilions and palaces.
The disciples of Yaochi were lined up on both sides. Clad in snow-white garments and wielding swords that gleamed like rainbows, their elegant and dignified demeanor made them look as if they had stepped right out of a painting.
For the opening of the Yaochi Mystic Realm this time, Yaochi had invited all the other Holy Lands. Of course, Jiang Yun did this because she didn't want Luo Qingxue to get suspicious and think that her meeting with Qin Hao was a deliberate arrangement.
Jiang Yun glanced at Luo Qingxue, who was standing obediently to the side, and thought to herself, Oh, Little Hao, I have prepared quite a few surprises for you two in the mystic realm. You must seize the opportunity.
It wasn't long before Chen Ping and Qin Hao, following Yun Ya, arrived at the Yaochi Welcoming Terrace.
Chen Ping had specially dressed up for the occasion today. Wearing a brand-new white brocade robe and a golden crown binding his hair, he exuded an extraordinary air. His eyes were filled with curiosity, and upon seeing the disciples of Yaochi, they lit up with absolute amazement.
"So this is Yaochi," Chen Ping muttered softly. As his gaze swept over the snow-white, elegantly poised Yaochi disciples, he couldn't help but straighten his back a little, hoping to leave a good impression on these fellow cultivators.
Qin Hao, on the other hand, had his hands in his pockets as his gaze lazily swept across the area. Good heavens, they were all familiar faces. People from the Blood Fiend Holy Land, the Wangchen Nunnery...
Qin Hao looked with great interest at the young nuns sent by the Wangchen Nunnery, thinking to himself,
Su Ning ran off with me. I wonder how this Wangchen Nunnery is doing now.
"Brother Ye, don't look at them!"
Just as Qin Hao was curiously observing the nuns from the Wangchen Nunnery, Chen Ping leaned in and whispered a warning into his ear.
"Oh? Why? Is there something wrong?"
Chen Ping shook his head. "You probably don't know much about the Wangchen Nunnery yet. The nuns there are not to be trifled with. You have no idea, they harbor an extreme hatred for men."
Chen Ping's words reminded Qin Hao of the former abbess of the Wangchen Nunnery back home, who clung to him all day like a little kitten.
"Hatred for men? I wouldn't be so sure about that."
"Tsk, I'm telling you the truth, why don't you believe me? The Wangchen Nunnery is notorious. Rumor has it that a few male cultivators were passing by the nunnery. They even deliberately kept their distance and didn't provoke the nuns in any way.
"But guess what happened next? The nuns suddenly rushed out and beat those passing male cultivators to a pulp. And their reason was actually that the stench of filthy men had drifted into the nunnery and disturbed their cultivation! Tell me, where is the logic in that?"
Qin Hao laughed. That was no rumor; he had even witnessed such things with his own eyes.
Reaching out to pat Chen Ping on the shoulder, Qin Hao smiled and said, "Brother Chen, don't just parrot what others say. You are looking at them through the lens of prejudice. You need to cast aside these biases. Have you ever actually interacted with the nuns of the Wangchen Nunnery?"
Chen Ping shook his head. "Well, no, it's all hearsay."
Qin Hao's eyes darted around as a wicked idea formed in his mind...
"Exactly. Since you haven't interacted with them, how can you just follow the crowd? Just because they say bad things, you say bad things too? A person should never judge things they know nothing about, understand?"
With that, Qin Hao turned and walked toward the people from the Wangchen Nunnery.
"Brother Ye, what are you doing?" Chen Ping's voice rang out from behind, tinged with panic.
Qin Hao didn't look back. He simply waved his hand and continued walking at a leisurely pace toward the Wangchen Nunnery group.
The Wangchen Nunnery hadn't sent many disciples, only five in total. Leading them was an old nun in a gray Buddhist robe, while the four disciples behind her had delicate features and a cold, detached aura.
Sensing someone approaching, the group, who had been chanting sutras, suddenly opened their eyes. When they saw the familiar mask on Qin Hao's face, they froze.
That mask! Wasn't that the mask worn by the man who had abducted their abbess back then?
Qin Hao smiled and nodded at them. "Masters, it has been a long time."
In the distance, Chen Ping covered his eyes. It was over. Of all the people to provoke, you had to provoke the nuns of the Wangchen Nunnery? No one could save him now.
As he spoke, Qin Hao looked at one of the young nuns behind the old nun and smiled. "If I remember correctly, your name is Gu Qingxue."
Gu Qingxue's face instantly turned red, and the memory of the handsome face beneath Qin Hao's mask back at the nunnery couldn't help but surface in her mind.
The old nun quickly stepped forward, grabbed Qin Hao's arm, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and return our abbess!"
Qin Hao shrugged. "Come on, you have to be reasonable. What do you mean 'return her'? I never forced her. This was Su Ning's own choice. If you want her to go back, go talk to her yourself."
Hearing this, the old nun let out a long sigh. Did he think she hadn't tried talking to Shen Suning? It was just that it had been completely useless.
Shen Suning's attitude was very firm now; she insisted on staying by Qin Hao's side and refused to return to the Wangchen Nunnery. However, she had also promised that if the nunnery ever encountered any trouble they couldn't resolve, they could always come to her.
"Sigh, never mind. Has the abbess been doing well lately?"
Qin Hao nodded. "Don't worry. Since she's with me, would I let her suffer? She is doing wonderfully now."
The old nun stared at Qin Hao meaningfully for a long time before finally saying, "I hope you treat the abbess well. Even though she abandoned us, we are still genuinely happy from the bottom of our hearts that she has found her own destination."
Qin Hao smiled. "That goes without saying. By the way, if you run into any trouble in the future, like someone bullying you or whatever, just come find me. I will stand up for you."
Saying that, Qin Hao pulled out a storage bag.
"Here is some spiritual tea. Your cultivation base is still only at the Immortal Lord realm, right? Drink this spiritual tea regularly; it can help you achieve epiphanies. Who knows, you might just break through to the Immortal King realm in a flash of insight."
"What, it can help me break through to the Immortal King realm? This... this is far too precious. We cannot accept a reward without merit."
Qin Hao waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, why are you being so polite with me? Your abbess is my woman now, which makes us family. Why should family act like strangers?"
Hearing this, the old nun carefully tucked the storage bag away. "Then, thank you, Young Master Qin."
Because Qin Hao had used his jade pendant to set up a soundproofing barrier, no one else knew what he and the people from the Wangchen Nunnery were talking about. They only saw that the notoriously fierce Wangchen Nunnery did not drive Qin Hao away as the rumors would suggest when a man approached them.
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.
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.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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."
