After giving Su Mianmian the Permanent Shapeshifting Pill, Jiang Che was absolutely delighted.
While Jiang Che was enjoying himself, Ye Qing on the other side was utterly miserable.
He had been detained, transported in a heavily secured armored vehicle, with two elite masters from the National Security Bureau escorting him.
They were taking him to a specialized prison—one exclusively for ancient martial artists—guarded by a warden who was a peak-level grandmaster.
"Damn it, I can’t let them take me away!"
Ye Qing clenched his fists. He had a sinking feeling that if he were imprisoned, he might never see daylight again.
Sure, the prison was full of extraordinary talents, and for ordinary criminals, it might even be an opportunity—everyone there was interesting to talk to. But for him? It meant nothing.
No matter how impressive those prisoners were, could they compare to his 18 legendary masters?
As he stewed in frustration, he recalled the moment he had been digging that tunnel earlier.
"Shit… they couldn’t have figured it out, could they? Those treasures belong to me!"
Ye Qing didn’t know exactly what his masters had left him, only that it was priceless—enough for him to live lavishly for the rest of his life. But if someone else got to that hidden vault first…
No. He couldn’t let that happen.
"I need to get the hell out of here!!!"
He strained against the chains binding him—chains forged from thousand-year-old black iron, unbreakable and immovable.
Without his usual plot armor (or rather, his "IQ-dropping halo"), there was no chance of an escape mishap this time. The fact that three grandmasters were escorting him was already giving him face.
Just as despair was about to consume him, a voice whispered in his ear:
"Do you want to leave?"
The familiar tone sent chills down his spine.
"Who’s there???"
Ye Qing looked up—and there, standing right in front of him, was a man he recognized.
A middle-aged guy in a blue suit, complete with a tie, looking like your average office worker.
"You… how did you get here?" Ye Qing’s face twisted in shock.
Wasn’t this the same guy who’d tried to offer him a loan earlier?
"Why the hell is it you again? Ugh… just my damn luck."
The suited man’s expression soured the moment he recognized Ye Qing, muttering curses under his breath.
Then, he turned to leave.
"Wait!" Ye Qing blurted out, desperate.
This guy was clearly a top-tier expert!
Think about it—Ye Qing was locked inside an armored transport vehicle, sealed tight, with three peak grandmasters guarding outside. Yet this man had just waltzed in like it was nothing.
If that wasn’t a sign of overwhelming power, Ye Qing would eat his own shoe.
And right now… this guy was his only hope.
"What? I’ve got shit to do, kid. Haven’t even hit my quota today. Piss off."
The suited man waved him away irritably.
"Please! Big bro, just get me out of here! You’re so strong, you must know my masters, right?"
"My first master is the White Jade Sword Immortal, Li Xuankong! My second master is—"
Ye Qing eagerly listed off all 18 of his masters, ready to cash in on his connections.
But alas—
"Are you brain-dead? Screw off…"
Ye Qing was stunned. This guy didn’t recognize any of his masters?
"Sword Immortal, Eight Immortals—whatever. You sound like an idiot."
Ye Qing quickly changed tactics.
"Bro… I’ll pay you! Take me with you, and I’ll give you a fortune!"
"Money?"
The man scoffed. "You? A wanted criminal with no credit? Can’t even get a damn loan…"
Seeing a glimmer of hope, Ye Qing pressed on.
"My masters left me a treasure trove—priceless artifacts! Get me out, and I’ll give you… a hundred million!"
The suited man paused. Loans were out of the question, but an IOU? That still worked.
"Fine. Sign this. You’ll owe the ‘LendIt’ platform a hundred million. One month to repay, or else—"
"I’ll sign, I’ll sign!" Ye Qing declared without hesitation.
Once he escaped, no one would ever catch him again!
Invincible among his peers—that was the source of his arrogance.
He’d sneak back, dig up his masters’ treasures, and paying back a hundred million would be pocket change!
He scrawled his name on the IOU.
The moment he finished, the paper burst into flames—vanishing into ash in seconds.
"Deal’s done. You owe me a billion now."
"…What?"
"Wasn’t it a hundred million? Did you misspeak?" Ye Qing blinked.
"Nope. A billion. That’s what the contract said." The man smirked.
"……"
Ye Qing realized—he’d been scammed. This bastard had tricked him!
"Whatever. A billion it is. I’m loaded anyway. Just get me out!"
Before he could finish, he vanished. When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in the middle of nowhere.
His mind reeled.
"What… what kind of power is this? Sky-Shattering Realm? Or—the legendary Divine Passage Realm?!"
To teleport him so effortlessly… just how strong was this guy?
"Still… spending a billion to befriend someone like this? Worth it!"
Ye Qing’s lips curled into a smirk.
He had no intention of paying back that billion within the month—even if he had the money.
After all, unpaid debts created bonds. Paying upfront would just make him a sucker.
This was his chance to connect with a supreme expert!
His first master was incredible, right? The White Jade Sword Immortal, Li Xuankong—a Sky-Shattering grandmaster who could fly on his sword. Yet even he hadn’t reached that legendary realm.
"This Divine Passage expert… I, Ye Qing, am determined to befriend him!"
"I’m a damn genius. Maybe I can even apprentice under him. Sure, I’ve got 18 masters already… but talent comes first. I’ll reluctantly let him be my top master."
Ye Qing’s imagination ran wild—visions of kneeling before a Divine Passage master, formalizing his apprenticeship.
Even the bait-and-switch from a hundred million to a billion now seemed like a test of his worthiness.
"When I formally become his disciple, I’ll need gifts. My ninth master—no, tenth master now—left me that treasure vault. There’s gotta be something good in there."
His eyes gleamed with cunning.
"Divine Passage… that’s the kind of master befitting someone like me!"
"Time to get digging 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.”
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!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
