Finally, he found the cave. It was daytime now, sunlight illuminating the area around the cave, which wasn’t particularly hidden—the outline of its entrance was clearly visible.
Lin Ran’s heart leaped with joy, thinking Luo Yao might be inside, so he walked straight in.
At a glance, there was no one inside. The cave was dim, with only the faint light from the entrance barely illuminating part of it.
Lin Ran grew anxious. "Did I come all this way just to miss Luo Yao?"
[Little Black: "These things depend on fate. If you don’t see her, you don’t see her. Let’s just go back."]
Little Black spoke carelessly, not wanting to waste any more time here.
Lin Ran exited the cave, unaware that two pairs of eyes were silently watching him.
They were eyes filled with wariness and curiosity, like phantoms lurking in the darkness, hidden behind the grass and trees.
Just as Lin Ran reached a certain spot, his foot suddenly jerked tight, and he was instantly hoisted into the air.
"Ah—what the hell?!"
Lin Ran let out a startled cry, thrown into panic by the sudden turn of events. Hanging upside down, blood rushed to his head, making him dizzy. Little Black, meanwhile, tumbled inside the backpack, eyes darting around—it, too, was flustered by the unexpected situation.
[Little Black: "Why is it that every time I go out with you, we end up in danger? Are you cursed or something?"]
[Lin Ran: "It’s not like I planned this."] Lin Ran replied helplessly, stuck in an awkward predicament, unsure what awaited him next.
For a moment, he thought the trap might have been set by Luo Yao, and a flicker of hope stirred in his heart.
But then, from the shadows emerged two boys who looked about ten years old—twins with nearly identical appearances.
They wore tattered clothes, their faces smudged with dirt, but their eyes were sharp, like those of young wolves.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" one of the boys demanded, his voice still childlike but his tone stern.
"I’m just a villager from nearby. I got lost," Lin Ran said, realizing neither of them was Luo Yao. He didn’t dare say more, afraid of causing trouble for her.
He tried to keep his voice calm, though his mind raced for a way out of this mess.
The other boy frowned. "Liar. There’s no one around here."
His eyes burned with suspicion, as if he’d already seen through Lin Ran’s lie.
Lin Ran retorted, "Then do you count as people? If you don’t, then neither do I. But if you do, then sorry—I’m just lost."
He tried to confuse the boys with his roundabout logic. The brothers seemed to short-circuit for a moment, their little brains struggling to process his words. It was as if two tiny figures were wrestling inside their heads, leaving them momentarily bewildered.
"Hey, hey, hey—can you at least put me down before we keep talking?"
Lin Ran’s head was throbbing from the blood rush. All he wanted was to get out of this upside-down position.
The boy shook his head. "No. Strangers who come here never leave alive."
His gaze turned fierce, as if he’d already sentenced Lin Ran to death.
Lin Ran gasped. "Damn, how can words so cold come from a body at 37 degrees?"
He hadn’t expected these two boys to be so ruthless.
Then the other boy spoke up. "Stop wasting time with him. Let’s just kill him. He might be a spy from the other side. A guy this big should last us a few days."
His calm tone sent chills down Lin Ran’s spine. The casual cruelty in his words made him sound like a demon.
Last a few days?
Lin Ran shuddered. This kid looked innocent, but his words were even more horrifying than the first one’s.
Heh. The world always had unexpected surprises waiting for him—though this one was downright terrifying.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Listen, little guys, I’m a scholar—my meat’s sour! If you want something tasty, my backpack’s got food!"
Lin Ran desperately tried to divert their attention. The last thing he wanted was to end up as these two little demons’ dinner.
The boys noticed the backpack and approached, curiosity flickering in their eyes as they wondered what treats it might hold.
[Little Black: "You did this on purpose, didn’t you?"]
[Lin Ran: "I had no choice. Gotta think of something."]
[Little Black: "Then think fast! They’re coming!" Little Black grew frantic, not wanting to be discovered.]
[Lin Ran: "The only idea I have is for you to come up with one."]
Lin Ran tossed the problem back to Little Black.
[Little Black: "You mother— damn it, fine. Let’s just go back."]
Little Black cursed under its breath, ready to abandon the mission and escape this dangerous place. Lin Ran panicked.
"No!"
The boys blinked in confusion. "No what?"
They didn’t understand why he’d suddenly become so agitated.
Lin Ran’s eyes darted as he scrambled for an explanation. "I’ll tell you a secret—I’m actually... Ultraman."
He hoped the legendary hero’s name would intimidate them.
[Little Black: "You’re hopeless. What kind of garbage excuse is that?"]
Little Black scoffed at the ridiculous idea.
But the twins exchanged glances, then scowled in unison. "We hate anything Japanese."
Their eyes burned with anger, their hatred for Ultraman—a Japanese icon—undeniable.
Lin Ran paled and quickly backtracked.
"Wait, wait! I wasn’t finished! I’m Ultraman’s arch-nemesis—China’s Sun Wukong!"
He prayed this new identity would change their minds.
The boys looked at each other again. Since arriving in this forest, they hadn’t seen any cartoons.
Sun Wukong was one of the few animated characters they remembered.
But life here had been brutal—a constant struggle for survival that had nearly erased those childhood memories.
"You’re really Sun Wukong? Is Sun Wukong enemies with Ultraman?" They eyed him skeptically, a glimmer of curiosity breaking through.
Lin Ran’s eyes lit up. "Yes, yes, exactly! I am Sun Wukong. Hanging me up like this doesn’t hurt me at all—I’m just giving you a chance to redeem yourselves."
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.”
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.
