"Didn't I give it?"
"Did you?"
"Then ask for it!"
"Didn’t I ask?"
"Did you freaking ask?"
"Oh, I forgot. So… let’s just drop it?"
"Fine, let’s drop it."
"Good, we’re still brothers."
"Piss off."
Chen Chang'an couldn't be bothered with Da Huang anymore. That guy never changed, and now that they were in the Primordial Immortal Domain, his weak strength made him an easy target.
"Hurry up and improve your strength."
"Getting dragged back like that—aren’t you ashamed, as a dog?"
"You’re making me lose face, you know that?" Chen Chang'an said irritably.
"Alright, alright, I’ll improve right away. I… I just can’t match your freakish level."
Da Huang was frustrated too. Back in the Profound Realm, he had been a dominant force, but here in the Primordial Immortal Domain, why had he become so weak?
"Maybe I should return to the Kirin Clan?"
"Grab some treasures? Boost my strength?" Da Huang suggested.
Going back to the Kirin Clan? Not a bad idea. The Kirin Clan probably had ways to enhance his power.
"We’ll go back when we have time."
"Deal."
"Big bro, what’s up? Something on your mind?"
Da Huang noticed Chen Chang'an lying on a chair, brows furrowed, and couldn’t help but ask.
"I’m wondering if the thing is really in the Li Family."
"And since I don’t even know what it is, I don’t know where to start," Chen Chang'an sighed.
"Why overthink it? Since Chen Tian paved the way for you, you’ll find it eventually."
"Just help the Li Family wipe out the Blazing Heaven Immortal Sect. Maybe the thing will reveal itself."
Da Huang’s words made Chen Chang'an pause. Was he really bound to follow Chen Tian’s arrangements?
"Elder, if you do find a treasure in the Li Family, will you help them?" Xiao Yao chimed in.
"Probably. If I take something, helping out is only fair."
"Then whether you destroy the Blazing Heaven Immortal Sect before or after finding the treasure doesn’t matter, right?"
"So why stress over it?"
Xiao Yao’s reasoning stunned Chen Chang'an. Had he been overcomplicating things?
"Wow, this girl makes sense."
"I think you’re not just fighting yourself—you’re fighting Chen Tian too."
"Why force it? Just go with the flow."
Go with the flow?
The words sounded reasonable, but the thought that every step he took was prearranged by someone else made Chen Chang'an deeply uncomfortable.
"Elder, I’ve brought everything."
"Please take another look."
While Chen Chang'an was lost in thought, Li Yuntian returned with all the Li Family’s possessions.
Chen Chang'an glanced at him but said nothing, though he held little hope for what Li Yuntian had brought.
"Still nothing?"
Seeing Chen Chang'an shake his head repeatedly, Li Yuntian’s hands trembled with worry. Could the Li Family really have nothing?
But that young man back then had clearly said Chen Chang'an would help.
How could he make him agree?
"Don’t bother. Maybe the thing really isn’t with your family," Chen Chang'an said with a faint smile.
Not here?
How could that be?
"It has to be here. It must!"
"That man said you’d help our family, that you’d get what you wanted."
"Where did we go wrong?"
"Did someone in the Li Family lose it?"
"Li old bastard, get out here!"
Li Yuntian’s mood was already foul when a furious roar echoed. His expression darkened further.
"Someone from the Qin Family?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"Yes. Their Patriarch," Li Yuntian confirmed.
"I’ll handle it. This matter doesn’t concern the Li Family."
Chen Chang'an then looked at Da Huang, who guiltily turned his dog head away.
"Elder, this is all Da Huang’s fault. He should be the one dealing with it," Xiao Yao declared righteously.
"You… this girl…"
Da Huang felt deceived. Beneath Xiao Yao’s innocent appearance lurked a demonic soul.
"You’re not even as sensible as her."
"Xiao Yao, keep an eye on Da Huang. Don’t let him cause more trouble."
"Got it. I’ll watch him closely."
"Chen Chang'an, don’t be fooled! She’s full of—"
"Shut up."
Chen Chang'an wasn’t blind to Xiao Yao’s mischievous nature. Chen Wanqing had warned him long ago—this girl even played tricks on her own master.
Still, she meant no harm. She was just playful.
Meanwhile, the Patriarch of the Qin Family stormed into the Li Family’s grounds, eyes blazing with fury. After all, Qin Shou’s corpse had been delivered by the Li Family. They couldn’t escape blame.
"Let’s see who dares kill someone from the Qin Family!"
"Your Li Family has some nerve!" the Patriarch snarled.
"I killed him. The Li Family had nothing to do with it."
The Patriarch turned to Chen Chang'an, brows knitting in disbelief.
"You? Don’t joke with me."
"Pathetic. The Li Family has sunk to such cowardice?"
"Throwing out a measly First-Level Quasi-Immortal to take the blame?"
"Do you Li Family fools even believe that?"
To his shock, the Li Family members nodded earnestly.
Had the Li Family really stooped this low?
"Fine, fine!"
"If the Li Family has no shame left, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"
"Li Yuntian! You owe the Qin Family an explanation!"
"What explanation?"
"Your Qin Family member came here making outrageous demands. He offended the wrong person and got himself killed—that’s just his own weakness."
"Elder Chen spared your entire Qin Family. You should be grateful!" Li Yuntian retorted coldly.
"Elder Chen?"
The Patriarch stared at Li Yuntian in confusion. Had the pressure from the Blazing Heaven Immortal Sect driven him mad?
Calling this brat "Elder"?
"Li Yuntian, we’re both Peak Golden Immortals. This is embarrassing."
"Even if your family’s in trouble, have some dignity!"
"A Quasi-Immortal, and you call him Elder?" The Patriarch scoffed.
The Li Family members exchanged glances. This arrogance was identical to Qin Shou’s.
"What’s with those looks?"
Their pitying stares unsettled the Patriarch. Something felt off.
"I killed him."
"State your demands. I don’t have time to waste on you."

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?!

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!

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.”