"Changqing, I'm fine." Su Yuehe shook her head. "I was just too impatient earlier. I habitually tried to decipher those words without taking any protective measures, and my mental energy went awry."
An Changqing's brows were tightly furrowed. The golden characters floating off the back of that turtle were actually unrecognizable to Su Yuehe—this was incredibly rare.
At this moment, Su Yuehe's mind was completely oblivious to An Changqing's concern.
Her head was still throbbing with a dull pain, yet it was accompanied by a thrilling sense of excitement.
Her path to acquiring power was through deciphering the unknown.
Those few golden characters were long-lost ancient demon scripts. The flood of information from that brief instant had washed over her consciousness, and although it caused internal injuries, it also allowed her a glimpse into a massive treasure trove.
If she could completely grasp the meaning of those characters, her Spirit Speech ability would receive a substantial leap in power.
She needed to see them again. Even if she had to cough up a few more mouthfuls of blood, as long as she could memorize the complete pronunciation and meaning of a single character, any price would be worth it.
Su Yuehe crumpled the blood-stained tissue into her palm. Looking past An Changqing's shoulder, her gaze landed on the turtle in Hong Yuan's arms.
The Tongxuan Turtle was stretching its neck, taking a bite out of more than half of a compressed biscuit. It chewed very slowly and even let out a burp, completely lacking the self-awareness of being a living library with a lifespan of several thousand years.
An Changqing looked at Su Yuehe's pale profile, his frown deepening.
He knew Su Yuehe's temper well. This expression of hers definitely wasn't because she was frightened or finding the internal injury unbearable.
Oh no, Su Yuehe was interested in something new again.
From his experience growing up with her, Su Yuehe seemed like a worry-free girl, but once her interest was piqued, she would act like a completely different person.
She had once locked herself away for a week to study forbidden knowledge, and no one could call her out.
Su Yuehe might not thirst for power that much, but she craved knowledge, especially the unknown.
Flames ignited in Su Yuehe's hand, burning the blood-stained paper to ashes that scattered in the wind.
She stepped forward, walking straight toward those three special individuals by the fountain who had just returned from their stocking up trip.
"Yuehe," An Changqing called out to her.
Su Yuehe did not stop.
Only she knew what she had just experienced.
Those golden ancient demon characters had exploded in her mind, bringing a devastating mental shock, but also an incredibly pure stream of information.
The Spirit Speech ability was different from other powers; it didn't require frantically stockpiling spiritual energy, nor did it need endless physical tempering.
She needed knowledge to analyze the world and decipher its rules. The more ancient languages and lost tomes she mastered, the stronger the power of her Spirit Speech would become.
Right now, a super external database that had lived for thousands of years was right in front of her eyes, munching on a dry compressed biscuit.
How could she miss this?
Black Crow watched this completely out-of-control scene and had no choice but to announce an on-the-spot dismissal.
He had already heard Instructor Jing talk about the issues with that turtle, as well as the husky and the cheetah.
Simply put, ask fewer questions.
What could Black Crow do? He was just an ordinary instructor.
Hong Yuan supported the Tongxuan Turtle's underbelly with one hand while pinching the skin on the back of its neck with the other, lifting it up a bit.
The turtle had just eaten its fill. Its head was half-retracted into its shell, and its front claws were paddling in mid-air.
"Besides eating, this thing also randomly emits light. What were those glowing symbols just now? They aren't radioactive, are they?" Hong Yuan muttered, turning her head to look at Yin Chen.
Yin Chen adjusted his cuffs without even sparing her a glance.
"Ancient demon script, a highly compressed information carrier. If someone with insufficient mental energy looks at it, their brain won't be able to process it and will crash."
His explanation was concise and to the point. It was precisely because he knew this that he hadn't even glanced at that precious knowledge earlier.
Chen Guan stood to the side. He had actually taken a look just now, but he didn't have any adverse reactions, probably because his mental energy was different from ordinary people.
However, he didn't have much interest in these things. The only one who was interested...
Chen Guan lifted his eyelids just in time to see Su Yuehe stop in front of Hong Yuan.
Hong Yuan vigilantly tucked the Tongxuan Turtle deeper into her arms. This was the divine artifact Instructor Jing had personally promised her to use for dealing with her academic exams.
She usually hated reading more than anything, and from now on, she was entirely counting on this turtle to show off its might in the examination room.
"Classmate Hong Yuan..."
"Not lending it," Hong Yuan refused bluntly. "This is my private property. You coughed up blood just from taking one look at it. If you play with it and end up dead, the Great Wall will come looking for trouble with me."
Su Yuehe steadied her breathing; the needle-like pain in her mind was still continuing.
She ignored Hong Yuan's rough attitude and threw out her chips: "I can pay you. High-tier demon cores, recovery potions, all kinds of rare heavenly treasures—you just need to name a price."
As the only daughter of a prominent family, Su Yuehe was even wealthier and more generous than An Changqing.
Hong Yuan held the Tongxuan Turtle in one hand and the remaining half of the compressed biscuit in the other.
She looked at Su Yuehe in front of her, her brain rapidly processing the few words she had just heard.
These were exactly the things Hong Yuan lacked the most on a daily basis.
Her heavy giant axe required massive amounts of special metals every time it was repaired. Because it was too heavy, she always liked to drag it on the ground when walking, which resulted in her needing to maintain it almost every single time.
Relying solely on the monthly allowance issued by the academy, she could only afford to gnaw on free plain steamed buns in the cafeteria.
She pulled the Tongxuan Turtle closer to her chest, her eyes already emitting a light brighter than the ancient demon script from earlier.
"Are you serious?" Hong Yuan leaned forward, looking Su Yuehe up and down.
Su Yuehe nodded. She met Hong Yuan's gaze without evasion, her tone calm: "As long as you can make this Tongxuan Turtle display those ancient demon characters again, whatever you want, just make a list, and I'll prepare it."
Beside them, An Changqing took a step forward, blocking in front of Su Yuehe. "Yuehe, this is too dangerous. Your mental energy just overloaded. If you do it again, your mental world will be damaged."
Su Yuehe pushed An Changqing's arm away. She looked into An Changqing's eyes.
"Changqing, this is the only path for the advancement of Spirit Speech. If I don't decipher the unknown, I'll forever remain a step behind others. To me, those words are more precious than any heavenly treasure."
An Changqing wanted to say something more, but Hong Yuan directly interrupted their conversation.
With a wave of her large hand, she lifted the Tongxuan Turtle high up from her arms and shoved it right in front of Su Yuehe.
"Then what more is there to say! We're sisters! Talking about money hurts our feelings; I'm just purely someone who loves helping others!"
The Tongxuan Turtle paddled its four short little legs futilely in mid-air. The compressed biscuit it had just eaten was still churning in its stomach, and its small, beady eyes were full of helplessness.
It was, after all, a knowledge-type demon beast with a long lifespan. How did it end up looking like a common soft-shell turtle sold by the pound in a wet market in this woman's hands?
Did it agree to this? Nobody had ever asked for its opinion at all.
How could you be so selfish?
Unfortunately, it had no room to resist whatsoever.
The suppressive force of the Black Tortoise bloodline made it so it didn't even dare to harbor thoughts of running away.
A world where only the Tongxuan Turtle got hurt was born.
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.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
