Understood?
Can I choose not to understand?
What the hell is going on here?
Originally, Chen Chang'an thought that the Nine-Tailed Divine Fox Clan was waiting for him because they had encountered some unsolvable trouble, and he was the one who could resolve it.
Moreover, based on his observations of the clan leader and matriarch's expressions, Chen Chang'an felt that they probably shared the same assumption.
But now?
Hu Tianjiao actually said this was a crisis threatening the entire Primordial Immortal Domain?
And even worse… everyone except him had perished?
As for whether he himself would survive in the end—that was still unknown!
This is just too damn absurd!
"You waited for me just to tell me all this and have me prepare properly… to face the impending catastrophe?" Chen Chang'an asked with a furrowed brow.
"Exactly."
"I chose to secretly travel to the Tai Xuan Realm back then to see what kind of person you really were."
"Unfortunately, at that time, you had no cultivation whatsoever, yet your body was unusually powerful."
"Though your character was nothing special, at least you weren’t a bad person."
"At first, I was actually a little worried. I suspected that all of this might have been caused by you. If possible, I would have killed you."
"That way, perhaps the events to come wouldn’t have happened."
Kill him?
Damn, this woman looks delicate but has a vicious heart!
Just on a suspicion, she wanted to eliminate him?
"Then why didn’t you act?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"I… wasn’t confident. And I wasn’t sure whether you were the cause of the Primordial Immortal Domain’s catastrophe."
"If it wasn’t you, then you might be the only one capable of changing the course of this disaster."
Back in the Tai Xuan Realm, Hu Tianjiao had genuinely considered killing Chen Chang'an, but in the end, she chose not to act.
Even though Chen Chang'an had no cultivation at the time, Hu Tianjiao had an inexplicable feeling that she couldn’t kill him—no matter how strange or absurd it seemed, she was utterly convinced of it.
She… couldn’t kill him!
"I didn’t spread this matter, so very few know the truth."
"To avoid unnecessary trouble, even the current leader of our Nine-Tailed Divine Fox Clan was only told that a great calamity was coming."
"As for what kind of calamity, they don’t actually know."
"Perhaps they assumed it was a crisis specific to our clan, which led to your misunderstanding."
Hearing Hu Tianjiao’s words, Chen Chang'an finally realized—she had even kept her own clansmen in the dark?
"So, what do you want me to do?"
"And how much time do I have?"
"When exactly will this catastrophe occur?" Chen Chang'an pressed with a frown.
"There’s nothing specific I need you to do."
"Besides, I don’t even know what should be done."
"As for the exact timing, I’m not sure either."
"After all, when I traveled through time to the future, I didn’t know how far ahead I went."
"All I can say is… you must be ready at all times."
"The catastrophe could arrive at any moment."
Great.
This was all just empty talk—nothing but nonsense!
He had been living just fine, happy and carefree, and now she tells him that the apocalypse might come tomorrow, or the day after, and everyone will die?
Isn’t this just adding unnecessary stress?
"Thank you."
"I’m really, really grateful."
"You’ve made sure I won’t have a single peaceful day from now on," Chen Chang'an said with a bitter laugh.
"There’s no other way. If I didn’t tell you, I was afraid you wouldn’t take your cultivation seriously."
"After all, you’re the one who survived till the end. If you push yourself harder, maybe you won’t just survive the catastrophe—you might even save everyone."
"Don’t worry. Since I waited for you, I won’t let you leave empty-handed."
"Our Nine-Tailed Divine Fox Clan will support you with everything we have."
"All our resources are yours to use freely."
"Whatever we have, you can take."
So far, this was the only good news Chen Chang'an had heard.
The Nine-Tailed Divine Fox Clan had existed for who knows how many millennia—the resources they possessed must be unimaginably vast.
"Where are the goods?"
"Give them to me now."
"That way, I won’t have to keep coming back for more," Chen Chang'an said with a grin.
"You’re certainly not shy about asking."
"Here."
"The resources in here should last you for a hundred thousand years of cultivation."
"Start with these."
Enough for a hundred thousand years of cultivation?
That much?
Excited, Chen Chang'an opened the spatial ring to inspect its contents—but his expression quickly darkened.
"That’s it?"
That’s it?
He actually called it insufficient?
Hu Tianjiao was equally puzzled. Had she given him the wrong ring?
"Let me check."
Taking the ring back, Hu Tianjiao confirmed—no, this was the one she had prepared. How could it be lacking?
"With just this much, I’ll burn through it in fifty years at most."
"And you’re telling me this is supposed to last a hundred thousand years?"
"Are you messing with me?"
The moment these words left his mouth, Hu Tianjiao was stunned.
This much resources would only last him fifty years? Was he a bottomless pit? How was he not afraid of exploding from overconsumption?
Wait—
No.
Suddenly, Hu Tianjiao’s heart raced, and her eyes gleamed with excitement.
The more resources Chen Chang'an needed for cultivation, the greater his potential.
If others could cultivate for a hundred thousand years with these resources, but he would exhaust them in fifty, didn’t that mean he was incomparably stronger than the rest?
"Are you serious? These will only last you fifty years?" Hu Tianjiao asked solemnly.
"A conservative estimate. It might even run out before then."
"Good!"
"Then I’ll prepare more for you—"
"Actually, let me see how much we have left first."
Before she could finish, Hu Tianjiao’s figure vanished.
In less than half an incense stick’s time, she reappeared before Chen Chang'an.
"I’ve gathered more for you."
"This should last you three to five hundred years."
"Is this enough now?" Hu Tianjiao asked.
Three to five hundred years?
That was six to ten times the previous amount!
"Enough!"
"This should do it. It might even help me break through to the Immortal Emperor realm," Chen Chang'an said, satisfied as he pocketed the ring.
Immortal Emperor realm?
What? With this much, you think you might just reach Immortal Emperor?
This was the accumulated wealth of the Nine-Tailed Divine Fox Clan over millions of years—enough to elevate a talented clansman to the Half-Step Immortal Sovereign or even the full Immortal Sovereign realm!
"Anything else?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"Anything else?"
"Not for now."
"But there’s one thing I must remind you of."
"What is it?"
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.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
