"Is this what you call restraint?"
Chen Chang'an's words caused Qin Yuxuan's expression to darken. Anyone with a brain could tell that if Chen Chang'an had chosen to kill, he likely wouldn’t let any of them leave alive.
"Are you really willing to offend our Sacred Yuan Immortal Dynasty just for these people?"
"What good does this do you?" Qin Yuxuan asked coldly.
What good?
This question wasn’t just on Qin Yuxuan’s mind—even the four ancestors of Qifeng Valley hadn’t expected Chen Chang'an to actually lend them a hand.
"Originally, I was just here to watch the show."
"But then he hit me. How could I just stand by?"
"As for who you are or what grudges you have—what the hell does that have to do with me?"
Just because of that?
Are you seriously this reckless?
"So that’s why you killed my imperial uncle?"
"Why else?"
"Hahahaha!"
"Fine, fine, very well!"
"Dare you tell me your name?"
"Our Sacred Yuan Immortal Dynasty will never—"
Before Qin Yuxuan could finish, Chen Chang'an looked at him as if he were an idiot.
Qin Yuxuan was no fool—he quickly realized that only an idiot would reveal their name, and only a fool would let them leave alive.
"You can’t—"
Before Qin Yuxuan could finish, Chen Chang'an struck, using them as test subjects to gauge the power of his Death Law.
In the eyes of the four Qifeng Valley ancestors, Chen Chang'an merely extended his right hand—but what happened next shattered their understanding once again.
Qin Yuxuan and his men instantly fell into a deathlike state.
It reminded them of the strange illness that had plagued them—almost identical to the symptoms of those afflicted, only far more severe. Many collapsed on the spot, their life signs vanishing instantly.
"You—"
Qin Yuxuan stared at Chen Chang'an in terror, feeling a surge of deathly energy ravaging his body.
He tried to resist, but there was no stopping it.
"Don’t waste your energy. You can’t resist it," Chen Chang'an said indifferently.
But the moment Qin Yuxuan’s life signs completely faded, a powerful energy erupted from his body.
A phantom figure emerged from within him.
"It’s him!"
"Divine Physician, be careful! That’s Qin Shengtian, the Sacred Yuan Immortal Dynasty’s founding ancestor!"
Qin Shengtian?
A powerhouse at the Immortal Emperor level?
"That must be a soul projection Qin Shengtian left within Qin Yuxuan—a failsafe to save him in critical moments."
"But the Divine Physician’s power was too overwhelming. By the time the projection triggered, Qin Yuxuan was already dead," the Feng Family's Ancestor said grimly.
Meanwhile, Qin Shengtian’s soul projection took in the sight of Qin Yuxuan and Qin Huang’s corpses, his eyes icy.
"Good."
"You’ve done well."
"Out of past sentiments, I spared you from annihilation."
"Yet today, you dare kill my Qin clansmen."
"You will pay for this," Qin Shengtian said coldly.
Hearing this, the four Qifeng Valley ancestors sneered. Spared them out of sentiment? More like he never had the chance to finish them off.
"A mere soul projection. Even if your true self were here, what could you do?" Chen Chang'an mocked.
His words darkened Qin Shengtian’s expression. This brat had no idea what true terror was.
"Die!"
Qin Shengtian struck, intending to obliterate Chen Chang'an on the spot.
But as a mere projection, a single attack drained all his energy.
"I wonder how much damage losing this wisp of soul will do to your true body."
Chen Chang'an ignored the attack entirely. With a flick of his finger, Qin Shengtian’s projection was instantly restrained—then erased.
At the same time, in the Sacred Yuan Immortal Dynasty, Qin Shengtian’s eyes snapped open. Though just a fragment, the loss still wounded him.
"Damn it!"
"I swear, I will not rest until this man is dead!"
Chen Chang'an’s actions were unforgivable. Qin Shengtian resolved to personally descend upon Liuyun Domain and end him.
At the entrance of Qifeng Valley—
Thud!
The four ancestors knelt before Chen Chang'an.
He had already saved them once by curing the valley’s plague. Now, he had single-handedly rescued them all again.
They knew—without Chen Chang'an, Qifeng Valley would have been doomed.
"Stand up."
"I just happened to be here," Chen Chang'an said lightly.
"Regardless of the reason, you saved us all."
"Such a debt of gratitude—we don’t know how to repay it."
"Ah!"
"Our valley holds a treasure. Perhaps we could offer it to the Divine Physician?"
"What do you think?"
At the He Family Ancestor’s words, the other three pondered, then nodded.
This object was the root of everything—the reason for their decline. Without it, none of this would have happened.
"What treasure?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.
"This thing…"
The He Family Ancestor explained the full story, revealing the grudge between them and the Sacred Yuan Immortal Dynasty.
"What kind of treasure could make their royal family so obsessed?" Chen Chang'an wondered.
"Come with us."
"We’ll show you."
Show him?
Chen Chang'an nodded, following the four back into Qifeng Valley.
Truthfully, he was burning with curiosity.
The four had hidden the object in an extremely secure location, protected by a barrier that required all of them to open it. Missing even one person would render it inaccessible.
"This barrier is foolproof. Without us—"
Before the He Family Ancestor could finish, Chen Chang'an had already stepped through the barrier as if it weren’t there.
The four ancestors gaped.
Monster!
What kind of freak ignores barriers like this?!
Or had the barrier malfunctioned?
Skeptical, they tried—only to be repelled by their own formation.
"How… did he do that?"
"No idea."
While they exchanged bewildered looks, Chen Chang'an had already reached the treasure.
"Uh… what the hell is this?"
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.”
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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."
