The night was still long.
That noob Joker couldn't even begin to test the true capacity of Emperor Miemie.
Chen Miemie turned his head and set his sights on the two anomalies at home.
"Qinghua, Bobo, what are you doing so far away? Come here."
Like two little quails, they dawdled for quite a while before slowly making their way over.
"Why do I feel like you guys are a little afraid of me?"
"We aren't usually afraid, but tonight we are. Chen Miemie, there are moons in your eyes, and we don't dare to look at you," Qinghua said cautiously.
Bobo didn't dare to make a sound.
When Chen Miemie first came back, it had actually wanted to scold him. Good thing it hadn't said anything.
Chen Miemie had offended the Pineapple Roast Chicken terribly today. Going out to forage in the morning and eating at the Jiang family's house in the evening... the audacity of Chen Miemie to not eat it for an entire day! It was simply an unforgivable crime.
But right now, Bobo was chanting continuously in its heart: You can't see me, You can't see me, Chen Miemie, you can't see me...
These two were Chen Miemie's founding ministers, his right and left hands, his hidden dragons and crouching phoenixes. He quickly tried to comfort them:
"Don't be afraid. It's not like I'm a good person."
Comforted like this, Qinghua and Bobo became even more terrified.
"I haven't asked before, but Qinghua, Bobo, what are your [Mystery] levels?"
The white porcelain beauty shook her head.
The roast chicken shook the pineapple on its head.
"We don't know. Us anomalies don't have human testing equipment, so we've never been tested. Plus, our forms of existence are different, so even with the equipment, it wouldn't be able to detect anything."
"Then how do you know who is stronger and who is weaker?"
"You know once you fight. I once met a [Mystery] level 4 demon. After encountering me, he had many countermeasures, but they weren't very effective. In the end, he was still turned into porcelain."
"Me too. There was once a [Mystery] 3 human who ate my roast chicken and instantly turned into a roast chicken. There was also a [Mystery] 4 bloodline descendant who was a bit stronger; she transformed into countless little bats, and one managed to escape."
After listening to this, Chen Miemie felt it was very unreliable.
With unquantified data and relying entirely on on-the-spot performance, this way of competing left too much room for the unexpected.
"This won't do. As my familiars, how can you just grow so wildly?"
"Then... what should we do?"
"You guys need a status panel too. Let's make it simple at first and just copy mine."
"How do we copy it?"
Chen Miemie didn't know either; he just felt like he was omnipotent right now.
Qinghua was his very first familiar after all.
She repeated Chen Miemie's words in her heart: Chen Miemie said we need to create a status panel.
Even though Qinghua's mouth didn't move, Chen Miemie heard her voice.
This was a very novel feeling.
He replied in his heart as well: I say, bestow a status panel upon Qinghua, following my template.
Qinghua and Chen Miemie were no more than two meters apart, practically right next to each other.
But Chen Miemie's line of sight suddenly elevated, as if he was gazing down at Qinghua from a distant high altitude across an infinite distance.
Even though Qinghua was an anomaly, her entire body was seen through in his vision like a 3D model. All her secrets had nowhere to hide and were laid bare.
It was a very wonderful sensation.
Qinghua rubbed her eyes.
Yellow text floating in the air actually appeared before her eyes:
[Qinghua / White Porcelain Lady. [Mystery] 5.9. [Immortality] 6.5. Abilities: Porcelainization, Porcelain Removal, Porcelain Spatial Shuttle, Eternal Moon Familiar]
"Chen Miemie, it appeared! It really worked. Yellow text has appeared in front of my eyes too; this must be the status panel you talked about."
Chen Miemie was overjoyed. Truly worthy of being his first familiar, she was as comforting as a warm winter jacket.
With Qinghua's experience, Bobo, this stupid roast chicken, quickly grasped it as well.
Yellow text appeared before its eyes.
[Bobo / Pineapple Roast Chicken. [Mystery] 5.0. [Immortality] 7.2. Abilities: Exotic Fragrance, Clone, Recovery, Turn into Roast Chicken, Eternal Moon Familiar]
Qinghua and Bobo could each only see their own yellow text and couldn't see the other's.
Chen Miemie couldn't see their yellow text either, because subconsciously he felt this was better. The yellow text was what he had said himself, so he already knew the content. Displaying it again would just make his field of vision cluttered.
After looking at the panels, they began to study the abilities.
Chen Miemie recognized the earlier abilities of Qinghua and Bobo; he focused on the last one, [Eternal Moon Familiar].
"This ability, can you guys test its effects?"
The three guys caused quite a ruckus in the house.
Qinghua and Bobo, without any scruples, took this rare opportunity to fully unleash the abilities they usually suppressed.
Chen Miemie cast a layer of moonlight defense over the room, so no matter how much they frolicked, their power wouldn't affect anything outside of Room 1803.
The whole room turned into a world of porcelain, wafting with an incredibly enticing barbecue aroma.
At this moment, Chen Miemie was eating the "highly toxic" Bobo. In the face of his infinite [Mystery] and [Immortality], he wasn't the least bit afraid of getting a stomachache, and the more he ate, the more delicious it tasted.
Finally, the three of them figured out the effect of the [Eternal Moon Familiar].
[Eternal Moon Familiar] allowed them to have a constant increase of 0.3 in [Mystery] and 0.5 in [Immortality] under the illumination of the Eternal Moon. It wasn't that Chen Miemie couldn't provide more buffs, but rather that even anomalies couldn't withstand too violent of a forced elevation.
As for what "constant" meant?
For Bobo, it originally had [Mystery] 5.0 and [Immortality] 7.2. This changed to [Mystery] 5.3 and [Immortality] 7.7, increasing its strength by about 30%.
But for Qinghua, she originally had [Mystery] 5.9 and [Immortality] 6.5. This changed to [Mystery] 6.2 and [Immortality] 7.0. Both stats crossed a major tier, and her strength had improved by more than five times.
Bobo was very depressed; by comparison, it was quite useless.
Chen Miemie comforted it and took the opportunity to paint a rosy picture.
"Bobo, don't be discouraged. You can still improve. Just set your goal to [Mystery] 5.7 and [Immortality] 7.5, and then you'll be able to break through the tiers in both as well."
Bobo looked at its own panel, nodded its pineapple head, and got fired up.
By the time the testing ended, it was already late at night, but the three guys were still full of energy.
There was no need to mention Chen Miemie; with the Eternal Moon in the sky, he didn't know the meaning of fatigue.
At this moment, he didn't need Xiaohong and Xiaoshuang's "transfer"; all his negative status effects disappeared automatically.
Qinghua was also very excited. Anomalies also had the desire to become stronger. Suddenly getting a status panel, having a "system grandpa," and becoming five times stronger—she was thrilled.
Bobo was also full of drive. It was doing calisthenics on the table. A roast chicken shouting out the beats and doing aerobics—the scene was truly bizarre!
The main reason Bobo was doing this was that Chen Miemie, acting like a real scoundrel, had tricked it into believing that exercising under the Eternal Moon would double the results.
This night, not only did Qinghua and Bobo reap great rewards—joyfully acquiring a system—but Chen Miemie also celebrated greatly, having been promoted to the role of the "system grandpa."
Moreover, and more importantly.
Chen Miemie received the best news he'd had since transmigrating:
From now on, out of the seven days a week, there would be two nights of the Eternal Moon. On those nights, he, the Eternal Moon Chen Miemie, was invincible.

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

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!

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?!

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.”