"Kekeke—"
Zhou Fan's laughter was eerily sinister.
After two days of verification, he had finally confirmed it... this 'Supreme Sage System' was absolutely real!
By doing good deeds, he could accumulate virtue points, which could then be used to purchase overpowered items in the system's store.
In just two days, he had already amassed 6,000 virtue points—averaging 3,000 per day!
Though the amount seemed small now, what if it piled up over time?
3,000 points a day meant 3 million in 10,000 days, and 100 million in just over 30,000 days!
And 30,000 days? A mere century.
With 100 million virtue points, he could exchange for the 'Nine Revolutions Divinity Card,' instantly ascending to the pinnacle of martial divinity.
In his past life, he had clawed his way through mountains of corpses, slaughtering brothers, wives, friends, and foes alike... It took him a millennium to reach the Nine Revolutions Divinity Realm. The suffering he endured was known only to him.
But now? Just by being a do-gooder, he could achieve divinity in a hundred years!
Even more terrifying... the system's longevity pills had no diminishing returns. Eternal life was no longer a pipe dream!
With time came opportunity, and Zhou Fan had patience and perseverance in spades. Even if it took ten thousand years of small good deeds... he didn’t dare imagine how strong he’d become.
"But this could also be a trap set specifically for me. I must stay vigilant!"
Zhou Fan wasn’t blinded by euphoria—instead, he remained eerily calm.
"This so-called 'newbie gift pack' might just be bait to lure me in."
"Still, whoever developed this system and attached it to me without notice must far surpass the Divinity Realm. Would they really need to use a reincarnated martial artist like me as a pawn?"
Zhou Fan couldn’t help but overanalyze.
It made no sense.
Even now, he was convinced this was a scheme.
But from a conspiracy standpoint, it was illogical. The system was too overpowered, and he was just a reincarnated martial artist—not even worthy of being a chess piece.
"If they’re not after my past or present... are they plotting against my future? Could I reach some unfathomable realm later, prompting enemies to set a trap in advance?"
Paranoia and persecution complexes were a dangerous mix, and Zhou Fan was deep in it.
On one hand, he was thrilled by the 'Supreme Sage System.' On the other, he feared becoming someone’s puppet.
[Ding! This system is the Supreme Sage System. Host, you carry immense destiny—you are the fabled Chosen One, destined to accumulate supreme virtue and ascend as the Sage of Merit, wielding universal compassion to enlighten all beings.]
???
This was the first time the system had spoken unprompted since binding with him.
"Sage of Merit? Heh... In my past life, I bathed in blood. Now I’m bound to a virtue system? You expect me to abandon slaughter and ascend through good deeds? You think I’d believe that?"
Zhou Fan still refused to trust it.
In his past life, he was a demonic cultivator, reviled by the heavens—even his tribulation lightning tried to obliterate him.
Now, reborn, he was the Chosen One? What a joke. Had this world’s heavens gone blind?
[Host, note: Your past life was governed by its own heavens. Your current life belongs to this world’s laws. The sins of Zhou the Demon have nothing to do with Zhou Fan.]
"I—"
Zhou Fan was momentarily speechless.
Yet, perversely, it made sense.
Right. Zhou the Demon’s crimes... what did they have to do with Zhou Fan?
But he still didn’t trust this so-called system.
Even if it was suspicious, he had no choice but to play along for now.
Besides, the system had a point. His past sins died with Zhou the Demon. Now, Zhou Fan would walk the path of dual cultivation—sage by day, and something far darker beneath...
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[Jiang Che!!! You absolute jerk! You’re really ignoring me, huh?!]
In the movie theater, Yu Wan'er glared as Jiang Che and Xiao Wanwan held hands in the row ahead—his wandering fingers making her blood boil.
In the haunted house, she’d been terrified by a pair of black-and-white ghosts, desperate to cling to Jiang Che... only to find his arms already wrapped around another girl.
At the amusement park, on the same roller coaster, she was pale with fear while the couple in front of her was making out.
Too much!
This was just too much!
Rage, jealousy, bitterness—all surged at once. Yu Wan'er felt like she’d swallowed a crate of lemons, her heart drowning in sourness.
That idol, that Xiao Wanwan... they could all drop dead!
She hadn’t felt threatened before, but now? Red alert—level ten!
For the first time, she sensed real danger. Every smile, every glance between Jiang Che and "Xiao Wanwan" stung. She regretted agreeing to come.
She never should’ve been here.
Tears welled in the petite girl’s eyes.
[Still denying you’re jealous? Little pearls are about to fall~]
Jiang Che, still hand-in-hand with Xiao Sisi, teased Yu Wan'er via mental transmission.
[You jerk! You pervert! I’m not jealous, and I’m not crying!]
In her agitation, the tears spilled over, leaving her pitifully adorable.
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"Th... thank you. I had a really great time today!"
Xiao Sisi’s face was flushed, her neck tinged pink.
She’d completely let go today.
At first, she’d been reserved, but gradually... she’d fallen into Jiang Che’s web.
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!
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.”
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.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
