In the forbidden grounds of the Wuji Sect, the agonizing screams of Xuan Wudao echoed incessantly.
"Hit him harder!"
"That little brat deserves a good beating."
"This rascal disappeared for years without a word, only to return and cause trouble. Who knows what he’s been up to or what kind of friends he’s made out there."
"Ah, bad influences, no doubt. Xuan Wudao was always a good kid at heart."
"Exactly! He used to be such a fine boy. He must’ve fallen in with the wrong crowd."
"What a shame… what a terrible shame!"
Within the Wuji Sect, Xuan Wudao had always enjoyed a solid reputation and was well-liked by the elders.
After vanishing for so many years, the sect had searched high and low for him, but no one expected he’d run so far out of shame—almost to the edge of the Central Heaven Domain.
Everyone assumed he’d met with misfortune during his travels.
His return brought immense relief, but it was quickly overshadowed by an unavoidable disaster.
"You little brat, have you learned your lesson yet?"
Though Xuan Tianyu’s beating was fierce, Xuan Wudao’s thick skin spared him any real injury.
To save his father’s face, Xuan Wudao obediently muttered, "I’ve learned my lesson," while silently adding, "But I don’t plan to change."
"Dad, what do we do now?"
"Is the Luo Shen Palace really going to kill me?"
Despite his carefree nature, Xuan Wudao wasn’t entirely fearless when faced with mortal danger.
After finally shedding his beggar’s identity, was he really going to die like this?
"Whether they’ll kill you or not, I don’t know. But they’ll definitely demand your surrender."
"However, judging by the Luo Shen Palace’s usual methods, you’ll wish you were dead." Xuan Tianyu sighed helplessly.
Worse than death?
Could it be…?
Xuan Wudao’s eyes suddenly lit up. The Luo Shen Palace was an all-female sect—were they planning some special form of torture?
"What the hell is wrong with your brain?!"
"You weren’t like this before! What kind of friends have you been keeping?!"
One look at Xuan Wudao’s expression told Xuan Tianyu exactly what the brat was thinking, and he nearly lunged at him again in fury.
"Ahem, nothing! My friends are all…"
"Wait—Dad! I’m saved! I have a friend, a really powerful one!" Xuan Wudao suddenly remembered Chen Chang'an.
With Chen Chang'an around, he’d be safe and sound.
"Your friend? A powerful one?"
"What kind of ‘powerful’ friend could you possibly have?" Xuan Tianyu scoffed.
"Dad, I’m serious this time."
"My sworn brother is your big brother!"
Your sworn brother is my big brother?
Xuan Tianyu stared at Xuan Wudao, then suddenly burst into laughter—bright and mocking.
"Dad, what are you—?"
"I’m telling the truth! I—"
"AHHH!"
"Dad, why are you hitting me for real this time?!"
The screams erupted once more from the Wuji Sect’s forbidden grounds, this time loud enough to shake the entire sect.
"Oh no, the Grand Elder’s going all out!"
"Is he… disowning his own son?!"
"Ah, the Grand Elder is sacrificing everything for the sect’s sake."
"Such a noble elder… why did he have to raise such a disgraceful son?"
"Those screams… they sound brutal."
Just hearing them sent chills down everyone’s spines. Though curiosity burned, no one dared approach the forbidden grounds.
"St-stop… no more!"
"You’ll really kill me this time!"
"I’m not lying! My sworn brother is your big brother!"
"You were the one begging to call him ‘big brother’!"
The more Xuan Wudao protested, the harder Xuan Tianyu hit.
I begged to call someone ‘big brother’?
I couldn’t even get him to acknowledge me, but you became his friend?
Have you no shame?!
Who the hell do you think you are?!
Do you even compare to me?!
Xuan Tianyu’s fists rained down like a storm, leaving Xuan Wudao no room to dodge—not that he dared.
"Pwease… no mowe! I’m weally not wying!"
"Speak properly!"
"If you hit me… I can’t tawk!"
Xuan Tianyu glared at his son, now sporting a swollen face, and coldly ordered, "Fix yourself."
Once the beating stopped, Xuan Wudao nodded and quickly healed his battered face.
As an Immortal Realm cultivator, recovery was swift.
"Dad, I swear I’m not lying."
"Chen Chang'an—you do know him, right?"
A flicker of doubt crossed Xuan Wudao’s mind. Had Chen Chang'an tricked him?
"Know who?"
"Chen Chang'an?"
"I…"
"I think I do know him!"
"Chen as in ‘Chen,’ Chang as in ‘Chang,’ An as in ‘An’?" Xuan Tianyu stared intently.
"Dad, that’s just stating the obvious! ‘Chen’ as in the surname, ‘Chang’ as in ‘long,’ ‘An’ as in… wait, no, ‘An’ as in ‘safe.’"
"Is it the same guy? The one with the big yellow dog?" Xuan Wudao asked.
SLAP!
Xuan Tianyu’s palm struck the table with a thunderous crack, his excitement palpable.
"It’s him! It’s really him!"
"Chen Chang'an is your friend?!"
"The Chen Chang'an with the big yellow dog?!" His voice trembled as if his son had just died.
"You—why hit me when you’re excited?!"
Xuan Wudao clutched his stinging cheek, glaring at his father.
"You deserve it!"
Xuan Tianyu shot him a disdainful look, then scrutinized him from head to toe.
"Look at you—mediocre looks, average talent."
"Useless at everything, but a master at causing trouble. A complete waste."
"How the hell did Chen Chang'an end up being your friend?"
"What part of you is worthy of him?!"
"I just…"
It made no sense! No sense at all!
Xuan Tianyu considered himself far superior to his son. Back then, he’d begged Chen Chang'an to take him as a lackey, to no avail.
Yet this brat somehow became his friend?
What kind of absurd luck was this?!
"Dad, am I even your real son?"
"I’m not that worthless!" Xuan Wudao grumbled.
"On the ‘real son’ part, I can confirm."
"But if Chen Chang'an is involved, maybe our sect can survive this crisis."
"Quick—go find him!" Xuan Tianyu urged excitedly.
Find Chen Chang'an?
Where the hell was he supposed to look?
"Ahem, I do know him… but I have no idea where he is now." Xuan Wudao coughed awkwardly.
"Useless fool!"
"Watch me!" Xuan Tianyu declared coldly.
"Dad, you can find Chen Chang'an?"
"No!"
"Then why say it like it’s a sure thing?!"
"I’ll try my hardest!"
"…Impressive."
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.
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."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
