Qingyun Sect, Lengyue Peak.
Ever since learning the news of the Wuji Demon Sect's emergence, Ye Xuan had become even more cautious and discreet.
However, what he feared most came to pass.
After only a few days of peace, a sudden sect decree shattered his plans to lay low.
"Qingyun Sect Trial Opening—Desolate Ancient Secret Realm!"
This was an ancient secret realm that opened once every sixty years. It was said to contain the ruins of ancient cultivators, with spirit herbs everywhere and countless fortuitous encounters. But due to the restrictions of its laws, only cultivators below the Foundation Establishment realm were allowed to enter.
Logically speaking, a grand event like this was a golden opportunity that the peak Qi Condensation disciples of the inner and outer sects would fight tooth and nail for.
But Ye Xuan fundamentally just wanted to lay low and cultivate; he had absolutely no desire to join the excitement.
Going to such a place meant facing not only demonic beasts but also disciples from other sects. The risks were simply too high.
"I'm not going. I won't go even if you beat me to death."
Ye Xuan made up his mind.
Just as he was preparing to find an excuse to enter secluded cultivation like usual, Xia Lengyue pushed his door open.
"Pack up, you are coming with me."
Xia Lengyue was still wearing her usual cold black dress, but today, a jade token symbolizing the identity of a squad leader hung at her waist. Clearly, she was the leader in charge of this expedition.
"Go... go where?" Ye Xuan asked, despite already knowing the answer, his heart skipping a beat.
"The Desolate Ancient Secret Realm," Xia Lengyue said indifferently. "The sect has appointed me to lead the team this time, so naturally, you will accompany me."
"Senior Sister!" Ye Xuan immediately put on a bitter face and clutched his stomach. "I... I think I've suffered a cultivation deviation recently. My dantian is aching faintly, so I'm afraid I can't go to such a dangerous place. With my meager cultivation, going would only hold you back, Senior Sister!"
Xia Lengyue quietly watched his performance, a half-smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
She stepped forward, extended a finger, and gently tapped it against Ye Xuan's dantian.
A gentle yet overbearing surge of spiritual energy instantly rushed in, completely smoothing out Ye Xuan's feigned chaotic aura.
"There, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Xia Lengyue withdrew her hand and stared at him with profound eyes. "Ye Xuan, don't think I don't know what you are thinking. You want to hide? You want to stay far away from me?"
"No... nothing like that!" Ye Xuan broke out in a cold sweat.
Xia Lengyue leaned in close, her warm breath brushing against his ear, yet her voice carried a chilling tone that made his heart palpitate:
"The world outside is in chaos. That crazy woman from the Wuji Demon Sect, Bai Qiangu, is capturing people everywhere. I can't be at ease leaving you alone in the sect."
Ye Xuan's pupils contracted violently.
She knew! She really knew about Bai Qiangu!
"Only by my side, within my line of sight, are you the safest." Xia Lengyue straightened up, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You must go to the secret realm this time. Not only will you go, but you will also stay close to me without taking a single step away."
"But... Senior Sister, you have already reached Foundation Establishment, haven't you?" Ye Xuan tried to make one last struggle. "Doesn't that secret realm restrict those at Foundation Establishment and above? Can you even get in?"
Xia Lengyue sneered. The vast Foundation Establishment aura around her instantly retracted, and in the blink of an eye, she transformed into an ordinary cultivator at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Condensation.
"Rules are dead, but people are alive."
"As long as I want to enter, even the Heavenly Dao cannot stop me."
These domineering words completely blocked all of Ye Xuan's avenues of retreat.
Ye Xuan wailed in his heart.
It's over.
On this trip to the secret realm, not only did he have to act as an accessory to this crazy woman, but he also had to guard against people from other sects. Most importantly... what if they ran into people from the Demon Sect inside the secret realm?
But looking into Xia Lengyue's eyes, which clearly said "If you don't go, I'll break your legs and drag you there," Ye Xuan could only nod with tears in his eyes.
"Senior Sister is wise... this disciple obeys."
Three days later, at the mountain gate plaza of the Qingyun Sect.
Hundreds of carefully selected elite Qi Condensation disciples were ready to set off. Every single one of them was high-spirited and eager to begin, their eyes filled with a thirst for fortuitous encounters.
At the very front of the formation, Xia Lengyue wore a white dress purer than snow, looking like a descending goddess from the nine heavens.
Behind her followed Ye Xuan, carrying large and small bags with an expression that said he had lost all will to live.
"Is that Personal Disciple Xia's personal sword attendant? Why does he look like a porter?"
"Shh! Keep your voice down! Can't you see how protective Personal Disciple Xia is of him?"
The murmurs of the surrounding disciples reached his ears, but Ye Xuan turned a deaf ear to them, focusing entirely on being invisible.
Aside from Ye Xuan, there were also several inner sect geniuses in the group, such as Murong Feng, who had once gifted a spirit mushroom, and a few senior brothers and sisters who usually looked down on everyone else.
At this moment, they were all gathered around Xia Lengyue, flattering her to the best of their abilities.
"Junior Sister Xia, we are completely relying on you to lead the team for this secret realm expedition," Murong Feng said, fanning himself gracefully. "If we encounter danger, your senior brother is willing to be your vanguard."
"Yes, yes, with Senior Sister Xia here, we will definitely return fully loaded this time!"
The crowd clustered around Xia Lengyue like stars surrounding the moon.
However, Xia Lengyue's gaze constantly bypassed them, landing on Ye Xuan behind her, who was keeping his head down and kicking pebbles out of boredom.
Seeing Ye Xuan's impatient "can this end already" look, Xia Lengyue felt both exasperated and amused, but more than that, she felt a sense of reassurance that only she understood.
As long as he was by her side, all was well.
"Let's go."
Xia Lengyue coldly spat out these words and summoned a massive flying ship.
The crowd boarded the ship one after another.
Murong Feng and the others had wanted to take the opportunity to share a cabin with Xia Lengyue, but she mercilessly chased them out onto the deck.
"I have important matters to discuss with Ye Xuan. Unrelated personnel are not to disturb us."
With a bang, the cabin door was shut tight.
Leaving a group of geniuses looking at each other on the deck, feeling so sour in their hearts that it was worse than eating ten pounds of lemons.
Discuss important matters?
What important matters could there be to discuss with a seventh-level Qi Condensation handyman Dao protector?
Meanwhile, inside the cabin.
Ye Xuan was currently being forced to eat grapes by Xia Lengyue.
"Open your mouth." Xia Lengyue peeled a crystal-clear spirit grape and held it up to Ye Xuan's lips.
"Senior Sister... I can do it myself." Ye Xuan was so embarrassed he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
"I told you to open your mouth." Xia Lengyue narrowed her eyes.
Helpless, Ye Xuan could only open his mouth and swallow it like a duck being force-fed.
"Is it sweet?"
"Sweet... it's so sweet it's killing me." Ye Xuan's heart was as bitter as gall.
How was this going to a trial? This was clearly taking a pet on a picnic!
...
The flying ship pierced through the air and soon arrived at the entrance to the Desolate Ancient Secret Realm—Heaven's Severance Cliff.
By now, the place was already a sea of people.
The seven great sects of the Eastern Continent, including the Chiyang Sect, Flowing Cloud Valley, and Myriad Beast Villa aside from the Qingyun Sect, had all arrived.
The leading elders of the various sects exchanged pleasantries, while undercurrents surged among the disciple camps.
When Xia Lengyue led the Qingyun Sect members off the flying ship, the gazes of everyone present instantly focused on them.
"Is that Xia Lengyue from the Qingyun Sect? I heard she has already reached Foundation Establishment?"
"Why is her aura only at the peak of Qi Condensation? Could the rumors be wrong?"
"Regardless of whether she is at Foundation Establishment or not, this woman's presence... is so overwhelming!"
Ye Xuan shrank behind Xia Lengyue, doing his best to minimize his presence. He stealthily observed their surroundings, paying special attention to the rogue cultivators dressed in eccentric attire and exuding sinister auras, terrified that spies from the Limitless Demon Sect might be hiding among them.
"Open the secret realm!"
As the elders of the seven great sects joined forces to cast their spells, a massive gate of light slowly opened within the void.
Beyond the gate of light lay a vast, desolate, and ancient world, radiating an aura that made one's heart palpitate.
"Enter!"
With a single command, thousands of cultivators scrambled madly toward the gate of light like a swarm of carp crossing a river.
"Stay close to me."
Xia Lengyue grabbed Ye Xuan by the wrist. Completely ignoring the fellow disciples behind her shouting, "Senior Sister Xia, wait for me," her figure flickered, transforming directly into a streak of flowing light as she darted into the gate.

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

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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.”