Looking at the rising popularity points, Chen Guan nodded to himself.
Not bad. An Changqing was indeed the best camera lens, no, the best friend.
God An is so generous!
He gave a slight nod toward An Changqing as a response.
Yin Chen looked at the ashen-faced Wei Zhe, the anger in his heart having long dissipated, leaving only a sense of dullness.
He shook his head, feeling a bit ridiculous about his earlier impulsiveness. Arguing with this kind of person really lowered the class of his own team.
With his level of strength, why would he, Yin Chen, need to explain anything to a defeated opponent? Aside from that fierce god next door, he was the strongest.
Hong Yuan was even more direct. Carrying her giant axe, she spat in Wei Zhe's direction. The sound wasn't loud, but it was highly insulting.
Wei Zhe's body swayed. He felt the thousands of gazes around him piercing into his body like needles.
There was pity, mockery, and disdain.
He wanted to say a few tough words to save face, but found his throat dry, unable to squeeze out a single syllable.
His nails dug deeply into his palms.
Alright, whether there was cheating or not will naturally be investigated by specialists. Will the cadets who raised objections please step down first.
The elusive Instructor Jing suddenly appeared. With his command, the crowd began to move again. A few instructors stepped forward and walked toward Wei Zhe and his dazed team members.
Let's go, don't just stand here. An instructor pushed Wei Zhe impatiently.
As he passed by Chen Guan, Wei Zhe's footsteps nailed to the spot.
He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes glaring viciously at Chen Guan, and then sweeping maliciously toward An Changqing, who was talking to his teammates not far away.
An Changqing frowned and looked over, his gaze carrying an inquiry: Chen Guan, do you need help?
Chen Guan shook his head and spat out only two words: No need.
The smile on Wei Zhe's face deepened, while the resentment in his eyes sank to the bottom. He said no more and was pushed into the crowd by the instructors.
An Changqing walked up to Chen Guan, looked in the direction Wei Zhe had disappeared, and said softly, That kind of person probably won't let this go easily.
He wasn't the best at judging character, but he wasn't blind either. This gave An Changqing a bit of a headache; why were there such troublesome and annoying people everywhere he went?
Just a mad dog, Chen Guan's tone was flat. No matter how loud it barks, it's still a dog.
An Changqing gave the person beside him a surprised look, seemingly taken aback that he could say such a thing.
Unfortunately, before he could get a clear look, the other party had already turned around and walked away in the opposite direction.
...
Night fell.
The clamor of the camp's central square was blocked out by the canvas of the tents, leaving only a vague buzzing sound.
Chen Guan sat alone on the top of the highest tent, his legs dangling over the edge, the black coffin on his back blending into the night.
The night wind blew the stray hairs on his forehead. He didn't even lift an eyelid, his gaze still locked onto the translucent panel in front of him.
On the panel, the popularity points jumped at a frantic speed, eventually slowing down to stop at a specific number.
Current Popularity Points: 512580
Brother Coffin, don't stay all by yourself, it breaks my heart to see.
True strongmen are always lonely.
God An's words just now really won over fans, this is the sweet content of a powerhouse alliance!
He scanned those words of sympathy and admiration. Now, he was one step closer to awakening the main body.
...
Midnight.
Thud!
A heavy, muffled boom came from the sky.
What was that noise?!
Is the... is the ground shaking?
In the distance, the Tower of Ten Thousand Demons, forged entirely from demon-suppressing stone, had a crack exploding outward from the middle of its body, tearing the tower wall apart.
Look! It's the tower... it's the Tower of Ten Thousand Demons! A cadet with good eyesight pointed at the high tower, his voice trembling out of tune. It... it cracked!
Even ordinary cadets knew just how many important things were sealed inside the Tower of Ten Thousand Demons.
Demonic aura rolled up the rubble and shot straight into the sky, dyeing half the night sky black like splashed ink.
The piercing alarm had only rung for half a second before it was forcibly snuffed out by an overwhelming fluctuation.
The screens of all electronic devices flashed a few times and then went completely black.
All equipment is dead! Communications are cut off too!
My god... what is in that crack...
Countless cadets rushed out of their dormitories half-dressed. As soon as they looked up, they saw pairs of inhuman eyes slowly opening within the ever-expanding rift.
Help... my... my legs are weak... A cadet who was closer felt his legs give way and collapsed onto the ground, his crotch rapidly turning wet. That pressure... is so heavy...
A tyrannical aura spilled out from the tower, pressing heavily on everyone's heart.
Don't panic! Prepare to face the enemy!
Long Ao's roar exploded amidst the chaos. His red hair stood on end, the muscles all over his body bulging like an enraged lion, trying to use his roar to stabilize the collapsing situation.
His words were drowned out by an even greater commotion.
A claw! That claw is reaching out!
From the crack in the Tower of Ten Thousand Demons, a giant claw covered in green scales reached out. As if tearing a piece of scrap paper, it easily ripped open the indestructible black iron tower wall.
Panic was completely ignited.
Ah!
Run! Run away!
Countless people screamed and cried, the string of reason completely snapping as they fled out of the camp without looking back.
In the tide of humanity that had completely dissolved into a chaotic mess, the figure carrying the black coffin stood out like a firmly nailed stake.
Chen Guan did not run.
He didn't even listen to the commotion on Long Ao's side, and he ignored the stream of people crying and fleeing around him.
He just stood there, looking up, quietly watching the collapsing high tower and the terrifying aura awakening within it that made the world change color.
White Tiger had said long ago that there was a mole.
Now it seemed the mole had made their move.
Then, it was time for him to move too.
Without a moment's hesitation, he turned and stepped forward.
He didn't follow the crowd to escape; instead, going against that wave of survival, he walked step by step toward the Tower of Ten Thousand Demons that was unleashing death.
From the Black Wind Ruins, to Jiangcheng, then to Huaqing, and now the Northern Frontier.
If White Tiger had made all those moves and helped him step by step to get to where he was today just so he would die in this place, he didn't believe it.
All along, there had been an invisible pair of giant hands pushing him forward.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
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?!
