Chen Yunxuan?
Zhang Wenyuan firmly committed this name to memory, but when he looked up again, Chen Yunxuan and his companion had already vanished.
"Benefactor, in this lifetime, I, Zhang Wenyuan, will surely repay your life-saving grace today."
Zhang Wenyuan silently vowed in his heart that he would seize any opportunity in the future to repay Chen Yunxuan's kindness.
After waking his younger sister, Zhang Wenyuan did not leave immediately. Instead, he retrieved the beast cores of the third-tier and fourth-tier demonic beasts.
These items might not matter to Chen Yunxuan, but to Zhang Wenyuan, they were incredibly precious.
After all, both were treasures of immense value. Even if he didn’t use them for his own cultivation, they could be exchanged for vast amounts of training resources.
By now, the depths of Windchime Valley had gathered quite a crowd. Though this was a grand competition, no arena had been erected. Instead, several powerful experts had set up a barrier.
Contestants needed to enter the barrier to duel, and the barrier would only open once a victor was decided.
"Yushu, what are you looking for?"
Cheng Yulin, the young master of the Cheng family, noticed his brother Cheng Yushu scanning the crowd restlessly and couldn’t help but ask curiously.
"Nothing much. I’m searching for Chen Yunxuan."
"Something as important as the Northern Domain Grand Competition—I refuse to believe he wouldn’t show up," Cheng Yushu muttered, frowning.
"Chen Yunxuan? The person you mentioned after your last return?"
"Has the Great Zhou Kingdom truly produced such a monstrous talent?"
"Is he really as formidable as you claim?" Cheng Yulin asked skeptically.
Hearing this, Cheng Yushu nodded. Chen Yunxuan’s performance back then was something he could hardly forget.
After all, it was precisely because of Chen Yunxuan’s actions that he had lost his position as the family’s young master.
Cheng Yushu and Cheng Yulin were brothers born of the same mother, twins in fact, so the title of young master naturally fell to Cheng Yulin.
"If not for him, the Great Zhou Kingdom wouldn’t have undergone such drastic changes, and I wouldn’t have been branded incompetent by the family elders, stripped of my position as young master."
"He’s only sixteen, yet his cultivation has already reached the second level of the Transcendent Realm."
"Even more terrifying, those at the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm are no match for him. Uncle Liu fought him once."
"Uncle Liu’s assessment was that this young man’s combat prowess is astonishing—he could hold his own against a first-level Divine Ability Realm expert, and… the outcome was uncertain."
"Tell me, is he formidable or not?" Cheng Yushu said solemnly.
These words were not new to Cheng Yulin, but neither he nor the rest of the Cheng family found them entirely believable.
How could a place like the Great Zhou Kingdom produce such a prodigy?
Moreover, when the Cheng family later went to the Great Zhou Kingdom to handle the aftermath, they investigated the Chen family—only to find that its members had fled, their whereabouts unknown.
This only reinforced the Cheng family’s belief that Cheng Yushu had lied.
Otherwise, why would the Chen family, having already overthrown the Great Zhou royal family and secured their position as the kingdom’s foremost clan, suddenly disappear?
Yet now, at this very moment, Cheng Yushu brought up Chen Yunxuan again, forcing Cheng Yulin to reconsider.
Could there truly be such a monstrous genius?
Meanwhile, the leading elders of the four great families and the five major sects had gathered together.
Though this was called the Northern Domain Grand Competition, the truly competitive young talents were bound to emerge from these very factions.
"I think it’s about time. Those who were coming should all be here by now."
"Shall we begin the Northern Domain Grand Competition?"
"The other three domains have likely started as well."
"We shouldn’t fall behind them."
"Exactly. Let’s select the candidates quickly so we can focus on training them before the Four Domains Martial Assembly, lest we embarrass ourselves there."
"Embarrassment is secondary. What truly matters is securing a ranking at the Four Domains Martial Assembly."
"Right. This time, the Northern Domain must unite like never before."
This was the most united the Northern Domain’s major powers had ever been. Though each had their own agendas, their ultimate goal was aligned.
"Then… shall I make the announcement?" A elder from the Blazing Flame Sect asked with a smile.
"Elder Zhao, your strength surpasses all of us here. It’s only fitting that you announce it."
"Indeed, let Elder Zhao do the honors."
"Very well. In that case, I won’t stand on ceremony."
Elder Zhao nodded with a smile, then turned his gaze toward the crowd.
"Silence, everyone!"
At Elder Zhao’s voice, the murmuring crowd instantly fell quiet.
"You juniors should already know why the Northern Domain Grand Competition was moved forward this time."
"Your presence here proves that each of you stands among the finest of the Northern Domain’s younger generation."
"The rules of this competition are simple: one-on-one elimination matches."
"The top ten finalists will represent the Northern Domain at the Four Domains Martial Assembly!"
"The four great families and five major sects have each nominated five participants. These individuals will advance directly to the final rounds."
"I trust no one has any objections?"
Objections?
Who would dare?
"Good. Since there are no objections, let the drawing of lots begin."
After Elder Zhao’s announcement, everyone except the disciples of the four families and five sects began drawing lots.
Truthfully, this was merely a formality.
Elder Zhao and the others already had a mental list of who truly possessed the talent and strength to compete.
The reason the Northern Domain Grand Competition was held openly was twofold: to demonstrate fairness and to uncover any hidden talents.
Just as the drawing commenced, Chen Yunxuan and Know-It-All arrived at the competition grounds.
"Really not participating?" Know-It-All glanced at Chen Yunxuan, curious.
"Pointless. These people combined are no match for me. Why waste the time?"
Had anyone else uttered these words, they would’ve been called arrogant. But Know-It-All knew Chen Yunxuan had every right to say so.
After traveling together, Know-It-All couldn’t help but marvel—Chen Yunxuan was a madman, a lunatic who trained relentlessly at every moment.
It was as if his sole purpose in life was to grow stronger.
"So you plan to challenge them directly, fight, and leave?" Know-It-All probed.
"No. I’ll wait. No need to disrupt their Northern Domain Grand Competition."
With that, Chen Yunxuan walked to the side and leaned against a tree, closing his eyes.
In the distance, Cheng Yushu had been anxiously scanning the surroundings. Just as he was about to relax, his heart suddenly jolted.
It was him!
He had truly come!
"Chen Yunxuan! You actually came!" Cheng Yushu’s voice trembled slightly, his expression tense.
"Who? Chen Yunxuan?"
"Where is he?" Cheng Yulin asked, intrigued.
"Over there!"
Cheng Yushu pointed, and Cheng Yulin followed his finger, spotting Chen Yunxuan meditating beneath the tree.
"That’s him?"
"He’s really that young?"
"But why... didn't he go draw the lot?"

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.”

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.

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."

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia