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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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?!
