Although the improvement was slow, its advantage lay in being stable and cumulative. Most importantly, it was free. Combined with the attribute points exchanged from popularity values, his growth potential might not be as bleak as it appeared on the surface. He should be able to quickly catch up with his classmates.
After resting for about fifteen minutes and recovering some strength, Chen Guan struggled to his feet and, as usual, first checked the condition of his main body.
Everything was normal. The sleeping face looked especially peaceful in the evening light filtering through the window. He meticulously completed the feeding and cleaning, his movements gentle. This was Old Me, after all; if he didn't love him, who would?
Looking at his sleeping self for a while longer, he let out a faint sigh. Old Me, wake up soon. Old Me is really tired, it's my turn to lie down.
However, staring wouldn't wake him up. After watching for a bit longer, he finally took off his soaked clothes and went into the bathroom for a hot shower. The warm water washed over his aching muscles, bringing waves of relief.
Taking a shower was actually quite inconvenient. After all, he and Old Me couldn't be too far apart, so he had to drag Old Me along. Fortunately, this segment was paywalled content, so he didn't have to worry about the audience seeing it.
After taking a comfortable hot shower and changing into clean pajamas, Chen Guan felt like a new man.
He sat down at the desk, turned on his personal terminal, and sorted through the recent information.
Based on Chen Guan's current understanding of this world's power levels, a Tier 3 Esper was already considered an elite, absolutely top-tier among the freshmen.
For example, An Changqing and Long Ao were exactly at Tier 3.
Although he could watch an ad to revive if he died, it wouldn't refresh his status; it would only heal fatal wounds. Rather than calling it a Guardian Angel armor, it was more like having a death-defying blade permanently welded to his body.
Even if he was blown to smithereens, he could be pieced back together. Though it would probably involve his original body disappearing entirely, followed by a fully assembled person appearing out of thin air, which was a bit terrifying.
It seemed he was still inside the school for now, but the school required students to complete missions, so there would eventually be times when he had to face the outside world.
Rubbing the storage ring on his finger, Chen Guan pondered his future.
The storage ring on his hand was also part of the novice gift pack. Otherwise, given Chen Guan's penniless state when he first arrived in this world, it would be a miracle if he could afford it.
He actually didn't have much money right now. It was just thanks to being in school, where almost everything was free and there were few paid items, that he could continue living comfortably.
At first, Chen Guan also wanted to put the coffin into the storage ring. Unfortunately, the storage ring couldn't hold a living person, so Old Me could only be carried on his back.
Pausing his thoughts, Chen Guan began to preview the course materials for tomorrow's Spiritual Power Guidance class.
Instructor Yun Zhi, who taught this course, was known for her gentleness. Even her name sounded gentle, completely different from Li Yan, whose very name exuded an intense sense of oppression.
The course content was primarily aimed at helping freshmen initially perceive and stabilize their own spiritual power, laying the foundation for subsequent meditation, ability control, and even more advanced applications.
This was crucial for Chen Guan, who currently lacked spiritual perception. He hoped to find a chance to perceive spiritual energy through it, as book knowledge was ultimately not that objective.
Tomorrow... would there be any surprises?
As the night deepened, the campus returned to tranquility. Chen Guan closed his terminal and lay on his floor bed, his mind filled with chaotic thoughts.
He turned on his side and looked at the black iron coffin in the corner, which gleamed with a dark luster under the moonlight. Inside the coffin was the sleeping source of his being, and outside the coffin was the alternate identity struggling to survive.
A faint, almost inaudible sigh echoed in the room.
It's not hard work, just a hard life.
...
The next morning, Chen Guan arrived punctually at the Meditation Hall located on the south side of the Tianshu District. This was a quaintly designed hall surrounded by emerald bamboo. The environment was serene, and a faint scent of sandalwood permeated the air, involuntarily calming one's mind.
The classes attending were still the Tianshu and Tianxuan classes. Over fifty people arrived one after another, sitting cross-legged on the futons spread across the main hall.
Compared to the tension of yesterday's physical combat class, the atmosphere right now was much more relaxed. Even Long Ao's tense expression had softened somewhat. Sure enough, Chen Guan wasn't the only one; many people were quite fearful of Li Yan but felt much more at ease with Yun Zhi.
Instructor Yun Zhi soon appeared before the crowd. She looked to be in her thirties, wearing a moon-white long dress. Her aura was as gentle as water, her facial features soft, and her gaze revealed a deep sense of tranquility.
She didn't deliberately exude any imposing presence, but everyone could feel an inner peace radiating from her.
Hello, students. I am Yun Zhi. Her voice was soft and pleasant, like a clear mountain spring. Starting today, I will guide you through the initial perception of spiritual power and basic meditation.
She first briefly explained the concept of spiritual power. Unlike the external energy of spiritual energy, spiritual power leaned more towards the sum of inner consciousness, intent, and perception. It was the crucial foundation for Espers to control their abilities and communicate with the world.
Those with strong spiritual power might not necessarily have tyrannical spiritual energy, but those with tyrannical spiritual energy usually did not have weak spiritual power.
To perceive spiritual power, you must first be still. Yun Zhi began to guide everyone to adjust their breathing, relax their bodies, and close their eyes to focus. Eliminate all distracting thoughts, feel your own breathing, heartbeat, and the flow of your blood... Then, explore inward to find that one inextinguishable light of your true self.

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."

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

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.