"Esteemed guests!"
"Today marks the day our Sealed Immortal Holy Land re-emerges into the world!"
"We deeply appreciate your esteemed presence here!"
"First, allow me to introduce myself."
"I am the Grand Elder of the Sealed Immortal Holy Land—Long Wuqi!"
Long Wuqi?
Him?
Gu Fenghua and the others stared at Long Wuqi, momentarily stunned.
They had met Long Wuqi before, and this was not how he had looked.
A person’s appearance might change, but Long Wuqi didn’t just seem altered—it was as if he had become an entirely different person.
"What happened to Long Wuqi? Why does he look like this now?"
"Is he really the same Long Wuqi we once knew?"
"His cultivation is still at the peak of the Great Emperor realm, so it must be him—but this transformation..."
Everyone was puzzled. Long Wuqi knew this would happen, but he paid it no mind.
"Hold on!"
"If the Sealed Immortal Holy Land is re-emerging and has invited all of us here, shouldn’t your Holy Master make an appearance?" Gu Fenghua frowned as he asked.
"You wish to see our Holy Master?"
"Hahahaha!"
"That opportunity will come."
Long Wuqi’s words only deepened their confusion. When establishing a sect, how could the true master not show themselves?
And they had to wait for an opportunity?
"Then what now?"
"You invited so many of us here—is this how you treat your guests?" The Nie Family’s ancestor scowled.
"Patience. Just wait a little longer," Long Wuqi replied with a smile.
"Wait for what?" The Ye Family’s ancestor asked impatiently.
"For one person!"
For one person?
Could it be...?
Long Wuqi’s words made Gu Fenghua and the others frown. Who was missing that the Sealed Immortal Holy Land would wait for?
Chen Chang'an?
Were they waiting for Chen Chang'an?
"My apologies for keeping everyone waiting!"
No sooner had Long Wuqi spoken than Chen Chang'an’s voice reached their ears.
His appearance elicited mixed reactions.
Those familiar with Chen Chang'an, like Gu Fenghua, brightened with joy, while others scrutinized him carefully.
Long Wuqi, however, wore an expression of immense satisfaction.
Chen Chang'an, too, studied the crowd. When his gaze landed on Leng Tu, he paused.
The Blood Slaughter Great Emperor, Leng Tu?
Hadn’t he killed him back in Alchemy Emperor City? Yet here he was, alive and well.
Interesting.
"Now that everyone is here... let us begin!"
Long Wuqi’s mysterious smile sent a chill down their spines. In the next moment, he and over a thousand Great Emperor-level experts from the Sealed Immortal Holy Land formed hand seals in unison.
"Activate the formation!"
Instantly, the entire Sealed Immortal Platform was enveloped by a barrier, cutting them off from the outside world.
"What...?"
"What are you trying to do?"
"Does the Sealed Immortal Holy Land intend to trap all of us here?"
"What arrogance! Do you think you can dominate the Profound Mystic Realm just because you have numbers? I—"
"Wait—why do I feel my spiritual power being suppressed?"
"Mine too!"
Gu Fenghua and the others paled. They never imagined the formation could suppress their spiritual energy—even those at the peak of the Great Emperor realm, like Gu Fenghua, were no exception.
Panic spread. Without their power, they were defenseless.
"What is the meaning of this, Sealed Immortal Holy Land?" Gu Fenghua demanded angrily.
"Do not panic. If you cooperate, your safety will be guaranteed," Long Wuqi reassured them with a smile before turning to Chen Chang'an.
"Chen Chang'an, we finally meet."
"Finally?"
"I saw you back in Alchemy Emperor City," Chen Chang'an replied indifferently.
"So you saw through me that day."
"But it no longer matters."
"Chen Chang'an, you are the one our Holy Master truly wishes to meet."
What a coincidence—Chen Chang'an had come precisely for the Holy Master.
"Rest assured, we will not harm these people—for now. But that depends on your cooperation."
Oh?
A threat? Using their lives as leverage?
"What does their survival have to do with me?"
"Do you really think this flimsy formation can hold me?" Chen Chang'an sneered.
"Hahaha!"
"If you leave, these people will die."
"Even if you can escape, would you really abandon them?"
"Could you live with their deaths on your conscience?"
Conscience?
"What is conscience?"
"Do you think someone like me has one?"
Chen Chang'an’s response gave Long Wuqi a headache. Gu Fenghua and the others tensed, unsure what he would do.
If Chen Chang'an left, they would surely perish today.
Long Wuqi studied Chen Chang'an carefully. His unpredictable nature made him fear Chen Chang'an might turn and walk away without hesitation.
"Then... could we discuss this?"
"Our Holy Master truly wishes to meet you."
The shift in Long Wuqi’s tone and attitude surprised everyone.
Long Wuqi was not known for compromise, yet here he was, almost pleading with Chen Chang'an.
What they didn’t know was the dire consequences of failing the Holy Master’s orders.
So, willing or not, Long Wuqi had to yield.
"That’s more like it."
"I’ll meet your Holy Master."
"But when I return, I expect them all to be here," Chen Chang'an stated coolly.
"Of course. You have my word."
Relieved, Long Wuqi agreed. The others’ lives meant nothing to him.
For now, he would spare them—but if things didn’t go as the Holy Master planned, killing them later was always an option.
"Da Huang, stay here as a precaution," Chen Chang'an transmitted silently.
"Leave it to me."
"Now, take me to your Holy Master."
"Right this way."
Without further delay, Long Wuqi led Chen Chang'an to the hidden chamber where the Holy Master waited.
"Your Holy Master must be quite the coward, hiding in a secret room."
Chen Chang'an could say such things—Long Wuqi dared not respond.
"This is the chamber. The Holy Master awaits inside."
"After you."
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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?!
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!
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.”
