Tianjiao City
As the largest and most prosperous city in the Xuantian Domain, Tianjiao City bustled with countless visitors every day. After a long journey, Chen Chang'an and his companions finally arrived here.
The city's liveliness was expected, yet Chen Chang'an couldn't help but feel surprised—why were there so many people gathered here? After all, most of them didn’t seem like participants competing for the Tianjiao Ranking.
"Brother Chen, various factions across the Xuantian Domain station their people in Tianjiao City to obtain the latest information firsthand," Shen Yunfei explained.
"Not only can they learn who made it onto the Tianjiao Ranking, but they can also relay the news back to their factions as quickly as possible."
"With major factions setting up here, more people are naturally drawn to the city. Over time, Tianjiao City expanded continuously, becoming what it is today."
"Let’s find an inn to settle in first and gather some details about the Tianjiao Ranking."
Chen Chang'an nodded, and the group began searching for an inn.
Though there were many inns, most had already hung up "No Vacancy" signs.
"Is business really this booming here?"
"Are all the inns full?"
"By the way, why haven’t we seen any brothels?" Da Huang muttered gloomily.
"Brothels?"
"Why do you care about that?"
"This is Tianjiao City. Who would dare open such establishments here?"
"Do you think the geniuses competing for the Tianjiao Ranking would visit brothels? Even if they wanted to, they wouldn’t dare—imagine the scandal!"
Shen Yunfei gave Da Huang a strange look. Why would a dog have such interests?
"Don’t look at me like that. I’m a virtuous soul—I’ve never stepped foot in such places."
"I was just curious, that’s all," Da Huang declared shamelessly.
His words earned him disdainful glances from Chen Chang'an and Xiao Yao. Unlike others, they knew the truth—this rascal always asked about the best brothels wherever they went.
"There’s an inn over there without a 'No Vacancy' sign. Let’s try that one."
Chen Chang'an spotted an inn in the distance that seemed not only available but also more upscale.
"Pfft—HAHAHA!"
"You’ve got to be kidding me!"
"Are you all first-timers in Tianjiao City?"
"Do you really think you can just stay at that inn?"
"Know your place!"
Hmm?
A passerby’s mocking laughter made Chen Chang'an frown.
"What’s so funny?" Shen Yunfei asked coldly.
"First-timers, clearly."
"Did you even read the inn’s name?"
"Tianjiao Pavilion."
"That inn is reserved for Tianjiao Ranking elites—only those on the ranking or promising talents with the potential to make it are allowed."
"You?"
"Worthy?"
Chen Chang'an smirked. "If we’re not worthy, are you?"
"What a coincidence—actually, yes!"
"I’m staying there right now."
"So, tell me, am I worthy?"
Oh?
A guest of Tianjiao Pavilion?
Chen Chang'an studied the man carefully. He appeared to be in his thirties or forties, with a cultivation level around the third stage of the Golden Immortal Realm.
Someone like him could make the Tianjiao Ranking?
Was the Xuantian Domain’s ranking that lackluster?
This single encounter made Chen Chang'an view the Tianjiao Ranking with disdain.
"You’re on the Tianjiao Ranking?" Shen Yunfei asked in surprise.
"Not yet, but soon."
"I came to Tianjiao City precisely to claim my spot."
"In three days, you’ll see my name on the ranking," the man boasted proudly.
"Oh?"
"May I ask your esteemed name?"
"I am Shen Yunfei."
Having spent millennia in the Tai Ancient Immortal Domain, Shen Yunfei had learned to be more diplomatic—unlike Chen Chang'an, who wouldn’t bother humoring such people.
"Shen Yunfei?"
"You’re Shen Yunfei?"
"Indeed, I am."
It seemed Shen Yunfei had some reputation in the Xuantian Domain, which wasn’t surprising. In three thousand years, he had risen from the peak of the Quasi-Immortal Realm to the Golden Immortal Realm—a testament to his talent.
As a cultivator from the lower realms, Shen Yunfei had wasted much time due to scarce resources. Otherwise, his current strength would have been far greater.
"I’ve long heard of a rising genius in the Xuantian Domain—someone who broke through to the Golden Immortal Realm in just over three thousand years."
"To think I’d meet you today."
"I am Sun Niantang."
Upon learning Shen Yunfei’s identity, Sun Niantang’s attitude shifted dramatically, now far more courteous.
Though his cultivation surpassed Shen Yunfei’s at the third stage of the Golden Immortal Realm, Shen Yunfei’s reputation as a rising talent demanded respect.
"Brother Sun, we’ve just arrived and know little about the current affairs here. How about we share a drink and chat?" Shen Yunfei suggested with a smile.
"Hahaha! It would be my pleasure."
"Let’s head back to the inn."
"Tianjiao Pavilion serves excellent food—it even aids cultivation."
Hmm?
The food could enhance cultivation?
"But… are your friends here qualified?" Sun Niantang frowned.
"Can’t I bring guests?"
"Does everyone need to meet the criteria?" Shen Yunfei asked, puzzled.
"Not necessarily, but it’ll cost more. You can stay in the smaller courtyard in the back."
"However, the price isn’t something ordinary people can afford."
Price?
Shen Yunfei’s expression tightened—he didn’t have much immortal spirit stones to spare.
"I have money," Chen Chang'an said calmly.
"Brother Chen, lower-realm spirit stones are useless here," Shen Yunfei replied helplessly.
"I know. I meant immortal spirit stones—I have plenty."
From Shen Yunfei’s words, Sun Niantang deduced that Chen Chang'an must have recently ascended from the lower realms.
"Kid, you might have been an unrivaled powerhouse in the lower realms, ruling over your domain."
"But remember—this is the Tai Ancient Immortal Domain. Things aren’t as simple as you think."
"How long have you been here?"
"Ten years? A hundred? A thousand?"
"How many immortal spirit stones could you possibly have saved?" Sun Niantang scoffed.
If not for Shen Yunfei’s presence, he wouldn’t have wasted his breath on Chen Chang'an.
"I’ve been here less than a year."
"But as for immortal spirit stones… I truly have more than enough."
"Is ten thousand enough?"

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."

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

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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.”