Outside the Secret Realm
A month had passed, and everyone was waiting for the group’s return.
The elders of the four great immortal sects appeared completely composed, showing no trace of concern.
"Elder Chen, you seem quite calm as well," remarked the elder of the Jade Sword Immortal Sect with a smile. "Aren’t you worried about your Supreme Elder?"
"You should worry about your own people instead," Chen Wanqing replied coldly.
"Our disciples don’t have the cultivation of a Quasi-Immortal Realm First Layer, so there’s nothing to worry about."
"Elder Chen, we were merely expressing concern for your Huan Hua Immortal Sect’s disciples. If you won’t accept our goodwill, so be it."
Concern?
Chen Wanqing couldn’t be bothered to engage with them further. Her gaze remained fixed on the entrance of the secret realm.
Before long, Chen Chang'an emerged from the Crimson Moon Secret Realm, accompanied by Da Huang and Xiao Yao.
The moment the elders of the four great sects saw Chen Chang'an, they were stunned—he was still alive?
What was going on?
Before entering, they had explicitly instructed their disciples to eliminate Chen Chang'an. How had he walked out unscathed?
"Master!"
Xiao Yao ran toward Chen Wanqing excitedly, and Chen Wanqing smiled, gently patting her head.
"How was it? Did you encounter any danger?" Chen Wanqing asked.
"None at all! We had a great time!" Xiao Yao replied cheerfully.
No danger whatsoever?
Chen Wanqing trusted that with Chen Chang'an around, any danger could be averted. But to encounter none at all—that was unexpected.
"Young man, where are our sect’s disciples?"
"Why haven’t they come out yet?"
"Where are they?"
The elders of the four great sects turned furious eyes toward Chen Chang'an. The entrance was about to close, yet none of their disciples had emerged.
A total wipeout—had all the disciples of the four great sects perished? How would they explain this to their sects upon returning?
"Your people? Why ask me?"
"How should I know?" Chen Chang'an replied impatiently.
"You—"
"You were all inside the Crimson Moon Secret Realm. How could you not know?" The Jade Sword Immortal Sect elder’s voice was heavy with accusation.
"The Crimson Moon Secret Realm is vast. I’m not their father—whether they live or die is none of my business."
"And who are you again?" Chen Chang'an retorted coldly.
"I am an elder of the Jade Sword Immortal Sect. How dare you—"
Boom!
"This is the Supreme Elder of our Huan Hua Immortal Sect. Watch your tone."
Without hesitation, Chen Wanqing struck, sending the Jade Sword Immortal Sect elder flying with a single palm strike. Her icy gaze served as a warning.
"Fine, we’ll watch our words."
"But now, can you tell us why the others haven’t come out?"
"Yes, what exactly happened inside?"
"You must know something. Tell us!"
Panicking now, are we?
Seeing this scene, Chen Wanqing was reminded of the last time the Crimson Moon Secret Realm had opened—how desperate she had been back then.
Though she hadn’t come in person that time, she had later gone to the four great sects to seek answers.
And what had their attitude been then? Now they knew what it felt like to be frantic with worry?
"What if I refuse to tell you?" Chen Chang'an asked with a smirk.
Huh?
What could they do?
"Elder Chen, what is the meaning of this?"
"Aren’t you afraid our four great sects will unite and wage war against the Huan Hua Immortal Sect?"
A united assault?
"Attack!"
Chen Chang'an’s command left the four elders stunned, but Chen Wanqing gave them no time to react.
As a Celestial Immortal Realm expert, Chen Wanqing far surpassed these four True Immortal Realm elders.
They stood no chance against her.
In a single exchange, all four elders lay severely wounded, unable to rise.
Confusion mingled with fear in their eyes.
Why?
Why had they been attacked so suddenly?
Chen Wanqing herself seemed slightly puzzled, glancing at Chen Chang'an for clarification.
"Here’s a memory I extracted from the souls of the four sects’ disciples. See for yourself."
As Chen Chang'an revealed the extracted soul memory, Chen Wanqing felt a pang of unease.
Taking a deep breath, she absorbed the memory.
With each passing moment, her expression darkened, while the four elders grew increasingly frantic.
Chen Chang'an’s actions had already revealed what had happened inside the secret realm—death.
All the disciples were dead, and Chen Chang'an had even broken through their soul restrictions to extract their memories.
Did that mean Chen Wanqing now knew everything that had transpired back then?
"You… truly deserve death!"
"Elder Chen, what happened back then was regrettable. We hid the truth for your own good."
"That’s right. What’s done is done. There was nothing we could do but conceal it."
"Elder Chen, we’re innocent! Innocent!"
Begging for mercy now?
Afraid now?
"You all knew. Every one of you knew the truth."
"Innocent?"
"And what of my Huan Hua Immortal Sect’s disciples, who were violated and slaughtered by your four sects’ disciples? Were they not innocent?"
"You all deserve to die!"
Chen Wanqing’s rage erupted fully. At this moment, she cast aside all restraint. Chen Chang'an was right—she had been too lenient all along.
Had she always been a ruthless, unyielding madwoman, would they have dared to bully the Huan Hua Immortal Sect’s disciples so brazenly?
"Master… are you alright?"
After executing the four elders, Chen Wanqing sank into a deep sorrow.
"I’m fine," she murmured, shaking her head before turning to Chen Chang'an.
"Master Chen, thank you."
"If not for you, I might never have learned the truth of what happened."
"And… this time, our Huan Hua Immortal Sect’s disciples might have suffered the same fate." Her voice trembled with dread.
Had Chen Chang'an not appeared, the Huan Hua Immortal Sect would have sent ten disciples as usual—and the four great sects, emboldened by past successes, would have repeated their atrocities. The outcome would have been all too predictable.
"What are your plans now?"
"With the four great sects’ disciples and elders all wiped out, they won’t let this go easily," Chen Chang'an pointed out.
"If they dare seek trouble, I’ll fight them to the death."
"This time, I won’t retreat a single step," Chen Wanqing declared firmly.
"Good."
"Most of the gains from the secret realm are with Xiao Yao."
"I also have some items here—immortal pills and artifacts that may prove useful. Take some back with you."
When Chen Chang'an produced the treasures, Chen Wanqing was utterly speechless.
So many priceless items?
Had Chen Chang'an looted the entire Crimson Moon Secret Realm?
"Master Chen… does this mean you’re leaving?"
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.”
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."
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."
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?!
