"Now, still ignoring us, huh?" Da Huang said smugly as he looked at the Nine-Tailed Fox clan leader.
Ignore?
How could they ignore them?
One was a Qilin, and the other was the legendary Nine-Clawed Primordial Chaos Dragon—were these beings anyone could just overlook?
"My apologies, I did overlook the two of you earlier."
"But you still can't go."
"How about I have others entertain you instead?" the Nine-Tailed Fox clan leader asked.
Entertain?
Now that sounded good. The Nine-Tailed Fox clan had so many beautiful members—wouldn’t that be way more fun than visiting a brothel?
Sure, the service might not be as professional, but that didn’t matter much.
After traveling for so many years, it was about time they relaxed and enjoyed themselves.
"That’s more like it."
"Then arrange something nice for the three of us brothers."
"Nothing too extravagant—just… the highest standard you’ve got here will do."
Hearing Da Huang’s words, the Nine-Tailed Fox clan leader gave an awkward smile. This Qilin wasn’t quite like the ones he knew—why was it so… vulgar?
"By the way, I haven’t asked—who is this?"
The Nine-Tailed Fox clan leader glanced at Yi Tuo, his eyes filled with curiosity. If these two had such extraordinary origins, could this one be the same?
"Could it be… he’s also a divine beast?" the Nine-Tailed Fox clan leader asked curiously.
Huh?
Divine beast?
The moment those words were spoken, Da Huang’s expression instantly darkened.
"Divine beast? Are you looking down on my brother?"
"My brother is way more impressive than a divine beast."
"Let me tell you, my brother is—"
Da Huang’s dramatic pause made the Nine-Tailed Fox clan leader and his wife tense up.
Could it be that even the lowest-ranked follower of Chen Chang'an was on the same level as Da Huang, a divine beast?
But what kind of creature was this turtle? How could it possibly be stronger than a divine beast?
Not just the two of them—even Yi Tuo was staring at Da Huang in confusion and anticipation.
"What am I?" Yi Tuo asked eagerly.
"My brother… is a beast!"
"How awesome is that?"
Huh?
What the hell did I just hear?
What the hell was I even expecting?
Da Huang’s words left everyone present speechless—except for Chen Chang'an.
Only Chen Chang'an knew that nothing good ever came out of Da Huang’s mouth. And looking at the others, all wide-eyed with anticipation—what a bunch of idiots.
"A beast… what kind of beast is that?"
"Is it really powerful?" Yi Tuo asked, full of curiosity.
"Very powerful. Extremely fierce."
"Brother, you’re the real deal," Da Huang said with a serious nod.
"Good."
"I am a beast." Yi Tuo nodded excitedly.
Chen Chang'an gave Yi Tuo a conflicted look.
Haven’t you devoured human souls and absorbed their memories?
Did none of those memories explain what "beast" meant?
"Yi Tuo, do you really not know what 'beast' means?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.
"Not really. I just know that some women call certain powerful men 'beasts.'"
"Today, I finally learned that 'beast' is actually a level above divine beasts."
"Looks like it’s a term of praise those women use for strong men, right?" Yi Tuo said excitedly.
Faced with Yi Tuo’s interpretation, Chen Chang'an could only think: Good job understanding, but please never understand anything again.
"Maybe… you’re right," Chen Chang'an sighed and nodded.
Ahem!
"Let’s get back to business."
After Da Huang and Xiao Qiu’s little interruption, more time had been wasted. The Nine-Tailed Fox clan leader had already figured it out.
Aside from Chen Chang'an, those three creatures were completely unreliable.
He shouldn’t have taken their words seriously in the first place.
"Da Huang, you three stay here and behave. I’ll be back soon."
With that, Chen Chang'an followed the Nine-Tailed Fox clan leader and his wife deep into Qingxuan Mountain.
"What’s the deal?"
"Does the Nine-Tailed Fox clan have some ancient ancestor hidden away?"
"Are you taking me to meet them?"
This scenario was all too familiar. The oldest, most revered figures always lived in places like this.
Chen Chang'an didn’t understand why they chose such isolation—did they just prefer solitude and quiet?
"You truly are perceptive, Young Master Chen," the Nine-Tailed Fox clan leader said with a smile.
Perceptive?
Anyone could’ve guessed that!
"We’re here!"
"The ancestor is inside. You may enter alone."
"They already know you’ve arrived."
Go in alone?
Chen Chang'an nodded but noticed a barrier ahead. The clan leader made no move to open it—was this some kind of test?
What kind of test was this supposed to be?
Chen Chang'an shook his head helplessly, then stepped straight through the barrier.
"As expected, the barrier means nothing to him."
"It seems he truly is the one we’ve been waiting for," the Nine-Tailed Fox clan leader said with a smile.
"After all these years, he’s finally arrived."
"The crisis facing our Nine-Tailed Fox clan may finally be resolved."
"Yes… let’s hope it passes peacefully."
Chen Chang'an, now inside the barrier, didn’t hear their conversation.
The environment deep within Qingxuan Mountain was already beautiful, but this secluded area was even more breathtaking. The air carried a faint, refreshing fragrance that invigorated the mind.
A single narrow path wound through fields of vibrant flowers and plants, leading to a simple two-story wooden house at the end.
From the outside, it looked plain and unassuming.
"You’ve come."
Hmm?
The voice that came from inside the house sent a ripple through Chen Chang'an’s mind.
A woman?
The person inside was a woman?
And that voice—it was impossibly alluring. Chen Chang'an hadn’t even seen her yet, but just the sound of her voice stirred something deep within him.
Was this the innate charm of the Nine-Tailed Fox?
"Come in."
Before the words had fully faded, the door to the wooden house swung open on its own. Without hesitation, Chen Chang'an stepped inside.
The first floor was sparsely furnished, filled only with carefully cultivated flowers and plants—though these seemed far from ordinary.
Aside from that, there was nothing else.
There was no staircase connecting the first and second floors, so Chen Chang'an had to levitate up.
The second floor was even simpler—just a single room, its door already open.
When Chen Chang'an entered and laid eyes on the Nine-Tailed Fox ancestor, he froze.
As expected of the Nine-Tailed Fox ancestor—she was stunning.
Absolutely breathtaking.
Chen Chang'an couldn’t even begin to describe her beauty. Before this, he had always believed his master, Mu Yunyao, was the epitome of beauty.
But the woman before him now surpassed Mu Yunyao—by a significant margin.
And yet… why did she feel so familiar?
"Have we... met before?" Chen Chang'an asked with a furrowed brow.
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."
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!"
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.
