The terrifying nature of the snowmen quickly became apparent.
They possessed bizarre abilities: immense strength, the ability to reform after being shattered, a chill that could freeze a person to death, and they could even use corpses to create new snowmen.
What was even more terrifying was that they were not just anomalies that would only knock on doors to tempt people; they were everywhere, breaking down doors and invading homes.
The snowmen broke down doors very slowly. Being made of snow, their loose structure was their only weakness.
But as long as the heavy snow continued to fall, it was only a matter of time before they broke into thousands of households.
Countless families hid inside their homes, huddled together, trembling as they listened to their front doors being constantly battered.
[Court of the Silver Moon].
Fina put down her watch.
"We've got the intel. The enemy is [Buried City's White Mourning] from the Phantom clan. He is currently launching a snowman attack on the entire city, preparing to slaughter ordinary people. According to the intel, to activate this ability, he needs to stand at the highest point in the city."
Leng Ruxue frowned: "But there are many tall buildings in Sixiang City. How can we be sure where he is?"
Chen Miemie raised his hand: "I know where it is. There is only one building that is the tallest and has the best view."
On the Night of the Eternal Moon, when Chen Miemie transformed into [Huangyi], he often jumped around on the rooftops of buildings to look for anomalies in the city, so he was very familiar with it.
Cassan was speechless. This was so typical of Chen Miemie, actually knowing such obscure and useless trivia.
Fina waved her hand: "No time to lose, let's go!"
She shouted loudly, but the momentum died as soon as they stepped out of the society's doors.
The snow was already waist-deep; the society's vehicles couldn't be driven at all.
Of the six people present, Dawn and Chen Miemie could fly, leaving the remaining four dumbfounded.
They couldn't possibly wade through the snow to get there.
Chen Miemie snapped his fingers.
Two sedan chairs appeared.
The four sedan bearers in yellow riding jackets were truly miraculous. They actually possessed the legwork to tread on snow without leaving a trace, walking briskly on the surface of the heavy snow without sinking.
The capacity was just right.
Chen Miemie and Dawn flew straight up.
Fina and Cassan squeezed into one sedan chair, while Leng Ruxue and Framework squeezed into the other.
The hunting party of six set off!
The distance wasn't far, and the sedan chairs were super fast, completely unaffected by the snow accumulation.
When Leng Ruxue and Framework got out, they were even a bit reluctant to leave it.
"This sedan chair is really stable, and it can even tread on snow. Amazing."
Receiving the praise, the sedan chair swayed a bit to show its happiness. However, it remembered Chen Miemie's instructions: apart from Dawn and Cassan, it shouldn't easily speak to anyone else.
"We've been discovered." Fina turned her Rubik's cube, and several snowmen nearby were immediately shattered by an invisible force.
"So fast? Very vigilant. It seems we found the right place."
Leng Ruxue continued to arrange the tactics:
"According to the intel, [Buried City's White Mourning] is a powerhouse at the [Mystery] 6 level, but he doesn't have the ability to fly. To dare to go up this high, and needing to continuously release power for a long time, I deduce that he has at least two [Mystery] 5s by his side. One can briefly carry people in flight, and the other excels at combat or defense."
Fina added: "It's at least two, maybe three. Later we..."
Dawn took over the conversation: "Leave [Buried City's White Mourning] to me. Everyone else except Chen Miemie, focus your fire on the other [Mystery] 5s. Chen Miemie, you only have one task: if the one who can fly tries to take someone and escape, you tangle with him. You don't need to win, just don't let him leave."
"Alright, I'm good at that."
The group quickly rushed to the roof of the building.
The opposite side was exactly as Leng Ruxue predicted: three people.
[Buried City's White Mourning] was of medium build, dressed in white mourning clothes, with white hair and white pupils; even his eyebrows were white.
The other two: a young woman with small dreadlocks, blowing bubblegum, with a hula hoop swaying around her waist; and a man, wrapped up tightly, holding a small bottle in his hand, surrounded by a circle of transparent bubbles, blowing bubbles with soapy water like a child.
The moment the two sides met, there were no opening remarks, no angry glaring; they directly started the most naked slaughter.
Such decisive fighting styles from both sides resulted in an outcome that greatly exceeded the expectations of Chen Miemie's side.
The man and woman on the opposite side were instantly killed!
Not because they were too weak, or because the [Court of the Silver Moon] was too strong.
But because the two of them didn't attack or defend at all, as if deliberately allowing everyone to slaughter them.
"Something's wrong!"
Of course something was wrong.
Although those two didn't attack, they didn't do nothing either. Before they died, not only did they absorb all the damage, but they also handed over all their skills.
They saw [Buried City's White Mourning], who was standing furthest back, first covered in layers of transparent bubbles, then bubblegum-like bubbles appeared, and the dead woman's hula hoop also appeared around his waist.
The bubbles carried him gradually floating up into the air.
Soon he rose to a place tens of meters higher than the building.
Those from the [Court of the Silver Moon] were all veterans with extremely rich combat experience, instantly analyzing the situation.
"We've been tricked."
"I didn't expect them to have such resolve. Even though a [Mystery] 6 was standing behind them, these two still never planned on leaving alive from the start."
Chen Miemie didn't quite understand, but seeing that everyone else looked like they understood, he also followed along and hummed a couple of times.
Cassan understood Chen Miemie very well.
She explained in a low voice.
"Those two's [Mystery] should be collecting the opponent's attacks, then making themselves immune to similar attacks for a short period of time. See the rings of bubbles outside [Buried City's White Mourning]? That's them applying the immunity qualifications they collected onto him."
Chen Miemie caught on immediately: "So, next, we have to face a [Mystery] 6 who can use bubbles to float and fly, and is immune to most of our attacks?"
"Correct."
[Buried City's White Mourning] looked down from above:
"I won't lay a hand on you, but right now no one can attack me. I will use this sky full of heavy snow to bury your entire city, letting you also taste the feeling of losing your kin."
Dawn flew to the same height as him: "Then we'll have to see if you have that capability."
Dawn took off her sunglasses, untied the hair tie behind her head, and fully unleashed her anomaly.
She pointed a finger at the sky: "Heavenly Movement of All Things: Atmospheric Circulation."
Following her voice, the snow-dropping clouds covering the entire city seemed like surging waves, drifting and scattering in all directions.
The heavy snow paused for a moment.
A large gap appeared in the center of the snow clouds that obscured the sky and hid the moon. Through this gap, the tranquil sky could be seen once again.
In countless corners of Sixiang City, countless mystics who were clearing out snowmen all stopped their movements and looked up at the sky.
Those with excellent eyesight could discover that high up in the distant sky, two small black dots were confronting each other.
This was a duel of celestial phenomena.

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.”

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)

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.