"The eighth fetal pearl is finally in my hands!"
"Immortal Realm!"
Chen Chang'an gazed at the fetal pearl in his palm, then with a mere thought, it dissolved into a surge of energy that flowed directly into his body.
Yet this time, no spiritual energy rushed into Chen Chang'an's body. Instead, the sky darkened in an instant, thick with rolling storm clouds!
A terrifying energy was rapidly gathering above.
Da Huang, witnessing this, couldn't help but freeze in shock.
"What's going on?"
"He hasn't even broken through—is this a heavenly tribulation?"
Da Huang was puzzled. By all logic, in the Tai Xuan World, heavenly tribulations only appeared when one broke through to the Immortal Realm.
But Chen Chang'an was still at the Supreme Realm. Though he had fused the fetal pearl, there wasn't the slightest ripple of spiritual energy—meaning he hadn't achieved a breakthrough. Yet the heavenly tribulation was already forming?
"Wait!"
"This doesn't seem like a heavenly tribulation!"
After observing for a while, Da Huang realized this was different from any heavenly tribulation he'd seen before.
While heavenly tribulations were fearsome, they paled in comparison to the energy now gathering in the sky.
As Da Huang stood bewildered, a terrifying force descended from the heavens, crashing straight into Chen Chang'an's body.
BOOM!
"Holy shit!"
The moment that energy entered Chen Chang'an, an overwhelming aura erupted from his body.
In less than a heartbeat, this terrifying pressure blanketed the entire Western Lands.
"What's happening?"
"What in the world is going on?"
"Such a terrifying presence—is it the Sacred Buddha?"
"No, this isn't the Sacred Buddha's aura. Who could it be? Has someone stronger than the Sacred Buddha appeared?"
Every single person, without exception, dropped to their knees under the weight of this oppressive force.
Though it wasn't lethal and caused no physical harm, the sheer terror rising from their hearts left their bodies beyond their control.
"Immortal Realm, First Layer!"
"Finally!"
With the support of this terrifying energy, Chen Chang'an's cultivation soared instantly to the First Layer of the Immortal Realm.
Yet, just as he achieved this breakthrough, the sky darkened again as that dreadful energy began gathering once more.
Chen Chang'an knew—this time, it wasn't a breakthrough awaiting him. It was… the heavenly tribulation.
He looked up at the sky. If he could curse away divine punishment, how hard could a heavenly tribulation be?
Probably not much different.
"You done?"
"If you've got nothing better to do, scram. I'm busy."
Sure enough, the moment Chen Chang'an spoke, the gathering heavenly tribulation halted.
Within moments, the sky cleared, not a single cloud in sight.
"Well, that worked."
"I really must be the heavens' favorite."
Chen Chang'an didn't know why he had this ability—just like he didn't know why he was immortal, or why there had been nine fetal pearls inside his mother's womb.
There had to be an answer. But for now, it remained beyond his grasp.
"There are this many?"
When Chen Chang'an found Da Huang, even he was stunned by the sight before him.
He knew the Tian Yin Temple had been hoarding infants—that the Da Yin Temple was just one of many executioners aiding them across the Western Lands.
Still, he hadn't expected the number of surviving infants in Tian Yin Temple to exceed hundreds of thousands.
"Yeah, no kidding."
"I've been running back and forth—I'm practically a dog at this point."
"You are a dog."
"Shut up, it's a metaphor! Ever heard of one? And here I thought humans were supposed to be cultured."
Da Huang huffed before continuing, "No idea what tricks Tian Yin Temple used, but all these kids are unconscious."
"Should we wake them up?"
Wake them up?
Hundreds of thousands of infants all crying at once—the mere thought made Chen Chang'an's scalp tingle.
He shook his head immediately. "No, this is fine."
"But handling this many infants… that's a real headache."
"We don't know where they came from, who their parents are—there's no way to return them."
"Even if their parents were here… they probably wouldn’t recognize their own children now."
Saving them was easy. Finding them homes? That was the hard part.
Chen Chang'an rubbed his temples. But with so many innocent lives at stake, he couldn’t just walk away.
"So what then? Give them away for free?"
Give them away?
Da Huang's suggestion was absurd. Too many families had lost children—and countless infants had already perished at the hands of Tian Yin Temple's Sacred Buddha.
What about the parents whose children never returned? Seeing others reunited while theirs remained lost—how would they cope?
"Find someone reliable. Someone who can take them in and care for them."
"We don't have that much time to deal with it," Chen Chang'an said helplessly.
"Alright, this works. That woman we met earlier seems pretty reliable."
"Plus, I noticed Tianyin Temple has hoarded a lot of gold and treasures. While everyone was distracted by you, I swiped all of it."
"Heh heh heh," Da Huang chuckled mischievously.
"Good job."
"Let’s go. We should head back and find that woman—no idea if she’s already left."
After speaking, Chen Chang'an raised his hand slightly, and the hundreds of thousands of infants lying on the ground slowly levitated into the air.
"This’ll be faster. Carrying them one by one would take forever."
Chen Chang'an and Da Huang traveled with hundreds of thousands of infants in tow—a sight that was, without a doubt, utterly spectacular.
On the way back, Chen Chang'an didn’t idle either. Every temple they passed was reduced to ruins.
Every monk—wiped out!
Only then could these people truly live in peace. As for what would happen afterward, that wasn’t Chen Chang'an’s concern.
Originally, Chen Chang'an thought his trip to the Western Lands would take just over half a year.
Unexpectedly, it ended up taking a full year before he finally left.
"Finally out of this damn place!"
"That was brutal!"
"Da Huang, you better never have kids. It’s painful. Really painful."
Hearing this, Da Huang rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I’m a divine beast. Finding a mate is hard enough, let alone having offspring."
"You should worry about yourself instead."
"Besides, whether I have kids or not is none of your damn business."
"Just looking out for you," Chen Chang'an replied.
"We’ve been gone for about a year now, right?"
"No idea what’s happening over at Taihua Peak."
"Let’s go back and check."
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!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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?!
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.”
