Chen Chang'an's cooperation didn't come as a surprise to anyone. After all, any sensible person would know what choice to make.
"Good, you’re being reasonable. Hand over the items."
"I can hand them over."
"But the question is—who should I give them to?"
"The Qian Yuan Immortal Sect? The Fen Tian Immortal Sect? Or the Yu Jian Immortal Sect? Or perhaps… the Bei Ming Immortal Sect?"
Chen Chang'an's words left everyone momentarily stunned. Such blatant attempts at sowing discord—did he really think a few words would make them turn on each other?
"Chen Chang'an, your tactics are downright despicable."
"Do you really think we’re so easily manipulated by your words?"
Ignoring them, Chen Chang'an casually pulled out a mid-grade supreme immortal artifact and a high-tier immortal technique manual. With a smile, he remarked, "Look, these are quite nice."
"Who should I give them to?"
"How about… you?"
With a faint smirk, he tossed both items to a disciple of the Qian Yuan Immortal Sect.
The disciple was taken aback. What was this? What did he mean by this?
Meanwhile, the others stared at the disciple with undisguised greed in their eyes. These were truly valuable treasures.
A mid-grade supreme immortal artifact—even among the four great immortal sects, such an item was considered top-tier. How could they not be tempted?
While these items would ultimately be handed over to their sects, securing them would earn them great merit. The more treasures they brought back, the more rewards they would receive from their sects.
"See, why so polite? I’ve got more."
"Here, these are for you, and these for you. No need to hold back—we’re all friends. Take them, take them."
Chen Chang'an continued distributing immortal artifacts, pills, and techniques—each one priceless. Though the quantity wasn’t overwhelming, their value far surpassed anything they had obtained so far.
"Ah, that’s it. My apologies, everyone—I’m all out now."
After distributing everything to the ten disciples of the Qian Yuan Immortal Sect, Chen Chang'an spread his hands, signaling he had nothing left.
"That’s all?" one of the Qian Yuan disciples asked, displeased.
"Isn’t that enough?"
"Did you manage to gather more in the past month?" Chen Chang'an shot back.
His words left the Qian Yuan disciples speechless. While they had collected many items, none could compare in value to what Chen Chang'an had just handed over.
Given his strength, it was already impressive that he had acquired so much.
"Kid, what’s your game?"
"You gave it to them but not us?"
"Do you even take us seriously?" The disciples from the other three sects glared at Chen Chang'an in fury.
"The Qian Yuan Immortal Sect is the strongest."
"Who else should I give them to?"
"I can’t afford to offend them."
"Right?" Chen Chang'an asked, glancing at the Qian Yuan disciples.
"Hahaha! This kid knows how to talk. Indeed, our Qian Yuan Immortal Sect is the strongest among the five great sects."
"You’ve got good judgment, knowing who to hand things over to. Don’t worry—we keep our word. Since you gave us the items, we won’t make trouble for you."
The Qian Yuan disciples’ words made the faces of the other three sects’ disciples turn green with rage. Damn it, are you really this arrogant?
"Kid, even if they won’t trouble you, do you think we won’t?"
Trouble me?
Chen Chang'an smirked indifferently. "The items are gone. What’s the point of troubling me now?"
The moment he said this, everyone’s expressions darkened. Damn it, they had fallen right into his trap. Yet, even knowing it was a setup, they had no choice but to step into it.
The temptation was simply too great.
"You really think you can hog all the treasures for yourselves?"
"What do you mean?"
"We split them equally. Everyone gets a share."
"Ridiculous! These items were obtained by our Qian Yuan Immortal Sect through our own strength. Why should we share them with you?"
"Exactly! When was it ever agreed that treasures would be split?"
"Have you no shame? Never seen treasures before? Wanting a piece of everything?"
"Fine, fine. So the Qian Yuan Immortal Sect is really planning to take everything for themselves, huh?"
"It’s not hogging—they’re rightfully ours."
"Then let’s settle this with strength!"
Chen Chang'an’s scheme wasn’t particularly sophisticated—in fact, it was an open ploy, not even a hidden conspiracy.
But he understood human nature too well. Even knowing it was a trap, these people couldn’t resist stepping into it.
The lure was simply too irresistible.
"Da Huang, Xiao Yao, come here. Have some fruit."
"Time to enjoy the show."
Chen Chang'an smoothly pulled out chairs, setting them up for Da Huang and Xiao Yao as well.
Xiao Yao was still a bit dazed when she saw Chen Chang'an and Da Huang lounging comfortably in their chairs, a spread of fruits laid out beside them.
"Xiao Yao, come on, join the fun!" Da Huang waved a paw at her, grinning.
"Elder, they’re fighting right in front of us! How can you two just sit here eating fruit?"
Despite her words, Xiao Yao walked over and naturally settled into the chair, picking up a fruit to munch on. She fit right into the relaxed atmosphere Chen Chang'an and Da Huang had created.
"Relax, I set up a barrier earlier. With their level of skill, they can’t touch us."
"Just enjoy the show," Chen Chang'an said with a laugh.
"I knew you were up to no good. But these people really are idiots—they actually started fighting."
"Hey, hey! Look at that guy—no honor at all! Did he just bite someone?"
"Hahaha! This is hilarious! That kick below the belt was downright vicious!"
"Da Huang, just watch quietly. No one asked for commentary."
"Ah, it’s been so long since we’ve had entertainment like this."
Xiao Yao was thoroughly amused as well. Back in the Huan Hua Immortal Sect, she never got to witness such spectacles.
"Elder, Da Huang… do you two do this often?" Xiao Yao asked curiously.
Huh?
Often?
The question made Chen Chang'an and Da Huang turn to her in unison, replying at the same time:
"Of course not. I’m a gentleman."
"Of course not. I’m a gentlemanly dog."
Xiao Yao blinked her wise eyes, sensing something off but unable to pinpoint what.
"Oh! Where’s Yi Tuo?" she suddenly remembered.
"Right here, don’t worry—tied up nice and tight."
Chen Chang'an shook the rope in his hand. At the other end, Yi Tuo was spinning wildly, scribbling furiously.
"Da Huang, see what it wrote this time."
"You look, I’m busy watching the show."
"Just do it."
"Fine… it says… what kind of nonsense is this? I can’t read it."
Can’t read it?

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.”

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."

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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.