Night.
Near the ancestral grounds of the Jiang family in the capital, a shadowy figure slowly emerged.
Cloaked in black robes, the figure was entirely shrouded in mist.
"Is this the source of the spiritual energy resurgence? The concentration of spiritual energy here is far denser than anywhere else."
Beneath the hood, a youthful face was revealed, appearing about the same age as Jiang Ruoxu, yet his eyes held an icy detachment, betraying a deeply calculating mind.
It was none other than the Little Demon God, Zhou Fan.
"The Jiang family of the capital? Again?" Zhou Fan narrowed his eyes sharply, deep in thought.
The last mission his system had assigned him was to kill three Sky-Shattering Realm martial artists on Emei Mountain. At the time, one of the old men had been the head of the capital's Jiang family.
"The Jiang family... Are they guarding something? The spiritual energy resurgence..."
Zhou Fan racked his brain but still couldn't make sense of it.
In his past life, though he was known as the Demon God, he had only reached the 9th Revolution Divine Comprehension Realm, just a step away from grasping his own Law Power. He could have comprehended it long ago, but ordinary Laws were beneath him—he aimed for one of the top twenty Daos among the Three Thousand Great Daos, the Demon Dao Law, to become a true Demon God.
Cultivation level determined one's horizons, and Zhou Fan's understanding paled in comparison to Mo Lianxing's. He hadn't even heard of the Jiang family from the Upper Realm.
"I have to check this out!"
Zhou Fan's eyes narrowed. The Ten Thousand Evil Demon Bamboo within him was trembling violently, as if about to burst forth... He headed straight for the Jiang ancestral grounds.
To be safe, Zhou Fan split off an avatar.
This avatar was purchased from the system's shop. Currently, he was only at the 3rd-stage Sky-Shattering Realm, without even a trace of spiritual energy in his body—how could he possibly refine an avatar?
Fortunately, the system was ridiculously overpowered. Though the avatar cost a hefty 300,000 Virtue Points, it was a bargain for his current stage.
After exchanging for the avatar, it immediately used a concealment technique to infiltrate the Jiang ancestral grounds.
"Though the avatar only has half my strength, it still possesses Sky-Shattering Realm power. This should go smoothly..."
But before Zhou Fan could finish his sentence, a terrifying pressure erupted from deep within the Jiang estate.
"Who dares trespass upon the Jiang ancestral grounds under the cover of night?"
A thunderous boom followed.
Then, Zhou Fan lost all connection with his newly purchased avatar.
His pupils constricted, every hair on his body standing on end.
A high-stage Sky-Shattering Realm aura?
How was that possible?
Spiritual energy had been severed on Blue Star—how could a high-stage Sky-Shattering Realm expert exist here?
No... It's the spiritual energy! It must be the resurgence... The Jiang family is hiding a massive secret!
Zhou Fan glanced at the Jiang estate, his eyes narrowing before he swiftly turned and left.
With his system, as long as he had Virtue Points, he could exchange for anything—spiritual stones, spirit springs, even spirit fields. Why resort to killing and plundering when helping others was far more cost-effective?
Even Zhou Fan himself didn’t realize how deeply dependent he had become on the system.
Though he remained wary, it was an inescapable trap—one with no solution.
......
The next morning, Dragon Country's official media publicly acknowledged the spiritual energy resurgence.
Instantly, an uproar swept across the nation.
Though the Jiang family had used a spirit-gathering array to concentrate most of the spiritual energy, some still leaked out.
The energy dispersed rapidly, spreading like a torrential downpour from the capital to the entire country, even blessing neighboring nations.
"Holy shit! Spiritual energy resurgence? Am I still dreaming?"
"Wake up, dude—it's real. Official media confirmed it. When I woke up this morning, the air smelled sweeter than ever."
"Same here! A withered tree in my neighborhood that’s been dead for years just sprouted new leaves!"
"Spiritual energy resurgence? Does that mean I can become a cultivator now? I’m so done with studying—finally, my time has come!"
"Don’t get ahead of yourself. Even if it’s real, most of us probably don’t have the talent. Slacking off now? Enjoy being a soul in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner."
"Wait, hold up—remember that streamer ‘Little Lin Loves Cultivation’ from a while back? My roommate just tried his cultivation method... and it worked! He conjured a fireball in his hand!"
"Seriously? You better not be messing with me..."
"Damn it, who the hell banned Lin Fan’s stream? What a bunch of assholes! Unban him now—I need the rest of the cultivation manual!"
Overnight, the spiritual energy frenzy became the hottest topic nationwide.
Even experts and professors jumped in, spouting useless theories about the feasibility of the resurgence.
But through word of mouth, Lin Fan’s name spread like wildfire.
Too bad Jiang Ruoxu had him blacklisted across all platforms.
...
"Holy shit, I’m famous now!"
Meanwhile, Lin Fan was jumping with excitement.
This was the golden age of spiritual energy resurgence—he had to seize the moment, start streaming cultivation lessons, and recruit disciples en masse!
His system had gifted him the "Sutra of Dao Transmission," allegedly a primordial scripture born from the depths of the Primordial River at the dawn of the universe, encompassing the Three Thousand Great Daos—basically, the most badass thing ever.
As the Transmitter, every time someone practiced his method and broke through, his own strength would grow.
"System, what do I do about the ban? If no one can access my teachings, how am I supposed to spread the Dao?"
Lin Fan was frantic. This was the critical moment—if he started streaming now, he’d skyrocket to fame overnight.
But he was banned!
[Host, remain calm. For 100,000 Transmission Points, you can unlock the Super Transmission Stream—a channel linked to all major platforms, immune to bans.]
Lin Fan: "..."
Though it hurt his soul, for the sake of power, he had to go all-in.
"Buy it!"
[Ding! Host has spent 100,000 Transmission Points...]
Soon, Lin Fan was back online, his stream skyrocketing to the top of the platform.
Even Jiang Ruoxu was overshadowed.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ruoxu, who had been busy flexing on his own stream, was fuming.
"Li the Steward, didn’t you promise to ban him everywhere? How is he back?"
Jiang Ruoxu’s streams were full of flashy theatrics, but compared to the thrill of learning cultivation from Lin Fan, who cared about watching him show off?
Watching Jiang Ruoxu's livestream might only stir feelings of envy, but tuning into Lin Fan's broadcast... could transform you into a superhuman, or even an immortal cultivator!!!
"Young... Young Master, we can't shut down this guy's livestream!" Li the Steward interjected.
Jiang Ruoxu: "......"
He was beyond frustrated. His viewers had all flocked to Lin Fan's channel, leaving his own on the verge of flatlining.
"Hmph, so we can't ban your livestream? Fine—then I'll just eliminate the problem at its source!" A ruthless glint flashed in Jiang Ruoxu's eyes.
Just like Chen Hao, every chosen one who sided with the great antagonist Jiang Che... had almost entirely descended into darkness.
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!
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.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
