"Look at this, still calling himself an Emperor, what a coward."
With a single soul search, Chen Chang'an had this so-called Emperor-level powerhouse trembling on the verge of collapse!
The stronger the soul, the more agonizing a soul search becomes.
This Emperor-level expert knew all too well—Chen Chang'an's soul strength was absolutely capable of probing his mind without suffering any backlash.
But for him? The consequences would be dire. Forget the unbearable pain of the search; afterward, he’d be reduced to a mindless fool.
If death was inevitable, better to die with dignity, swiftly and cleanly.
"Speak. What’s your purpose here?"
"Who sent you?" Chen Chang'an demanded.
"I’ll talk… W-we’re from the Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance."
"Our mission was to capture the Beast God."
The Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance?
What kind of faction was that?
"Do you know them?" Chen Chang'an turned to the old dean.
"I… I do."
The old dean’s expression twisted with fury, and it was clear—there was history between him and this alliance.
"An old acquaintance?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"The leader of the Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance… was once a citizen of Beast God’s Land."
"The first—and only—traitor to the Beast God."
"To think, after all these years, he still covets the Beast God’s power," the old dean said coldly.
"If you already know, then there’s no need for further questions."
"Alright, you can die now."
Chen Chang'an didn’t press for more details. Since the old dean was familiar with the alliance, he could likely extract more information from him later.
Watching Chen Chang'an effortlessly annihilate an Emperor-level expert, the old dean realized he wasn’t even shocked. Somehow, this felt entirely normal.
"Let’s talk, Beast God."
Huh?
Beast God?
Chen Chang'an’s words left Da Huang stunned. Where was the Beast God?
"You’re not saying… Little Qiqi is the Beast God, are you?"
"She’s strong, but surely not the Beast God."
"That leaves only…"
"The old dean?"
Da Huang stared at the old dean, struggling to believe it. The Beast God… was a person?
That was downright absurd!
Did this mean the legends of the Beast God were fabricated from the start?
Were the tales of a tenth-rank beast also lies?
Had this entire journey been a waste of time?
"Chen Chang'an, this isn’t funny."
"Are you sure he’s the Beast God?"
"How did you figure it out?" Da Huang asked, baffled.
"I’d also like to know why you’d call me the Beast God," the old dean added, equally confused.
Sigh.
Chen Chang'an exhaled in frustration. Here he was, forced to explain again.
"At this point, the Beast God has never appeared. Isn’t the answer obvious?"
"The Beast God was never in the Beast God Mountains to begin with."
"I knew that much, but what does it have to do with the old dean? If the Beast God doesn’t exist, how did Little Qiqi achieve human form? She said it was the Beast God’s blessing!" Da Huang argued.
Chen Chang'an gave Da Huang a weary look. After all this time together, how had his intelligence not improved at all?
"You just said it yourself—Little Qiqi’s transformation was the Beast God’s blessing."
"So why is it strange if the Beast God also took human form?"
"When did I ever say the old dean was human?"
Not human?
That made even less sense. The old dean’s cultivation was at the Emperor level—a human realm.
Beasts couldn’t practice human techniques, nor did they have cultivation stages.
Beasts had ranks, not realms!
"I… I can’t wrap my head around this. Can you spell it out for me?" Da Huang asked, utterly lost.
"Fine, I’ll make it simple. Little Qiqi is a peak ninth-rank beast, correct?"
"Even if beasts and their tamers share a harmonious bond, it’s an equal partnership."
"But how does Little Qiqi treat the old dean?"
"That alone is suspicious."
"Also, the Beast God hasn’t appeared in ages. Why? Either it chooses not to… or it can’t."
"Given the circumstances of Beast God’s Land and the mountains, the latter seems far more likely."
"Because the Beast God shed its beastly identity and became human."
"But there’s a cost—its power has been fading over time."
"In all of Beast God’s Land, who else could it be but the old dean?"
"The Beast God Academy has had three deans. Where are the first two now? Or were there ever three to begin with?"
"Rumors say only the leader of the Beast Tamer Alliance can meet the Beast God."
"That’s because the leader is the Beast God."
"The Beast God can’t vanish entirely, but it can’t appear either. So the story had to be spread—that someone could meet it."
"Long story short, the old dean is the prime suspect."
"Though what truly confirmed my theory was the Beast God Mountains."
The Beast God Mountains?
The old dean frowned at Chen Chang'an. What did the mountains have to do with this?
"So?"
"What did you discover?" the old dean asked.
"The restrictions in the Beast God Mountains don’t affect me… or you."
"Oh, and Da Huang too!"
What kind of revelation was that?
Just because you two aren’t affected, that makes me suspicious?
"Da Huang is a divine beast—that’s a natural advantage."
"I’m immune due to my physique."
"But what about you?"
"Why aren’t you affected?"
"Because you’re the one who set those restrictions in the first place."
"Am I right?" Chen Chang'an smirked.
"You’re incredibly sharp."
"No one has ever suspected me. Some doubted the Beast God’s existence, but none guessed it had become human."
"Whenever skepticism grew too loud, a ‘new’ dean would emerge, blessed by the Beast God."
"That’s why I took on three identities to serve as dean three times."
"Holy hell, so you really are the Beast God?"
"But how… what’s going on?"
"How did you fully become human?"
"And how did Little Qiqi achieve human form?"
Da Huang gaped at the old dean. This was beyond its comprehension.
Transformation was one thing—becoming fully human was another.
Little Qiqi could take human shape, but at her core, she remained a beast.
The old dean was different. He’d completely shed his beastly nature, becoming human in every way.
Sigh.
"Fine. There’s no point hiding it now."
"Wait here. I’ll first disperse the beast tamers heading for the mountains."
"Then I’ll take you somewhere and explain everything."

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.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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."