Qinglian Peak.
An immortal peak with its summit sliced flat by eternal sword energy, upon which a small thatched cottage was built.
"Oh? Little girl... it seems you have encountered some unsolvable problem?"
The person wearing a cyan robe slowly sheathed the longsword in her hand. Her long hair was tied together, and her gaze was extremely sharp, making her whole person resemble a peerless immortal sword.
"Senior Qinglian, this junior has come this time... uh... uh..."
Tian Chan simply couldn't speak. How was she supposed to bring this up?
"Haha... Chan'er, feel free to speak. Of course... if you want money, forget it. You know... this venerable one is completely broke, with only a little money in my pocket to buy wine."
The woman was extremely free-spirited. She casually picked up the wine gourd at her waist and took a few big gulps, revealing a slight tipsiness on her beautiful and clear face.
Sword Venerable Qinglian!
A peerless sword venerable of the Heavenly Dao Palace who had already made a name for herself a hundred thousand years ago. She was now at the cultivation level of a Five-Tribulation Immortal Venerable, having become an immortal through the Dao of the Sword... She loved drinking wine and reciting poetry, earning her the elegant moniker of the Poetry and Wine Sword Venerable.
Born with a sword heart, sword bones, a sword soul, and sword intent, she was a peerlessly rare prodigy of the sword dao. Even that Taiqing Sword Immortal had personally praised her terrifying aptitude.
If not for the fact that the Dao of the Sword was already suppressed by the dao charm of the Supreme Immortal Emperor, the Taiqing Sword Immortal, she would have long proven her dao and attained the position of Immortal Emperor. Even fusing with the origin of the sword dao would have been highly possible.
It was no wonder Chen Taiqing had previously said he was under immense pressure, because there were indeed many sword dao geniuses following behind him. Several sword dao immortal venerables were just waiting for him to kick the bucket so they could inherit the origin of the sword dao and directly ascend to the heavens, reaching the realm of the Supreme Sword Emperor.
"Senior, this junior indeed..."
"How many times have I told you, don't call me senior. Seniority has no binding force with me. The greater the ability, the higher the seniority. In the eyes of this venerable one, there are only three realms: the Ant Realm, the Fellow Daoist Realm, and the Senior Realm."
"Your combat power is now above mine, so I should be the one calling you senior..."
"No, no, no, this junior came this time because I have a matter to ask... to ask for Senior's help."
"Oh???" Sword Venerable Qinglian was stunned for a moment, then burst into loud laughter. "A dignified Supreme Immortal Venerable, a future Supreme Immortal Emperor, is actually asking me for help? What a rare thing! Truly rare!"
"Speak! This venerable one will definitely give my full support!"
Li Qinghuan tipped her wine gourd, only to find that she was out of wine.
Tian Chan directly took out a jar of immortal wine from her system space. "Senior, this is Immortal's Intoxication that has been aged for a hundred thousand years! It is..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the wine jar was snatched away.
"A hundred thousand years aged? Haha... You are too thoughtful. Just say whatever it is, and this venerable one will agree to everything, haha."
Li Qinghuan loved wine as much as her own life!
She uncovered the jar and took a light sip. The aroma of the immortal brew drifted through the air, making it feel like an immortal wonderland. The value of this jar of immortal brew alone started at ten immortal-grade spirit stones, and it was priceless with no market available!
After all, a hundred thousand years of aging was enough to outlive an immortal.
"Immortal brew! Truly an immortal brew, haha." Li Qinghuan licked the corners of her lips. She was clearly a drunkard, but paired with her peerless beauty, she became a wine fairy, mortal yet unvulgar!
Seeing that the Qinglian Sword Immortal was in a good mood, Tian Chan hurriedly spoke up.
"Senior, I heard that you have pursued the Great Dao all your life and only love poetry, wine, and the sword. You haven't found a dao companion yet, right? This junior has a perfect candidate here, who must be very suitable for your status. Do you want to..."
As she spoke, Tian Chan's face turned completely crimson. Because the Qinglian Sword Immortal knew her female identity, she had come to meet her in her original appearance.
After finishing all her words in one breath, a trace of a crack appeared once again in Tian Chan's heart of the righteous dao.
Because she was too nervous, she still didn't notice, but deep within her dao heart... traces of evil energy were surging out.
Don't forget, she and the real Tian Haoran were righteous and evil dao fetuses.
And Tian Chan was originally the evil fetus!
...
"......"
Sword Venerable Qinglian Li Qinghuan was dumbfounded.
She, who was tasting the immortal brew, stopped drinking and stared wide-eyed at Tian Chan. "You... you... I'm not drinking this wine anymore, get out of here!!!"
Li Qinghuan was a little frightened. Was this still the little sister Tian Chan who upheld the righteous dao in her memory?
"I... I am your senior!!!" Her scalp went numb. According to seniority... she was a full hundred thousand years older than Tian Chan. Of course... in terms of cultivation, she couldn't even be considered in the Fellow Daoist Realm.
Tian Chan slightly lowered her eyelids, her gaze carrying deep guilt. "I'm sorry, Senior, it was me who disturbed you..."
"Hey, hey, hey, don't be depressed yet!" Li Qinghuan hurriedly said.
"Senior?" Tian Chan raised her eyes.
"I roughly know what you want. You want to get his help by befriending that Jiang Che?" Li Qinghuan frowned.
"Yes."
"Then why don't you do it yourself? Chan'er, I watched you grow up since you were little. Although you have cross-dressed as a man for many years, you are also a great beauty yourself, alright?" Saying that, she picked up a bronze mirror and walked over to Tian Chan.
In the bronze mirror, a nation-toppling beautiful face was clearly manifested.
"Hehe, I'm already an old thing over a hundred thousand years old. It's no longer as simple as an old cow eating tender grass. How about you go personally? Make a marriage contract with that Jiang Che... I heard he is completely obedient to his women!"
Tian Chan: "......"
Her true heart refused, but thinking of her current behavior... pushing someone else into a fire pit, how was it any different from the evil dao?
Seeing Tian Chan fall silent, Li Qinghuan knew too well how stubborn this little girl could be. If things went wrong, this girl might really go and give herself away for free!
"Cough, cough, Chan'er, calm down first. That Jiang Che is not a good match. You are the future Supreme Immortal Emperor. Once you step into the Immortal Emperor Realm... as long as you don't step into the Evil Spirit Abyss, that Evil Spirit Demon Emperor won't be able to do anything to you."
"As long as the Evil Spirit Demon Emperor doesn't come into the world... you can protect the Nine Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds."
Tian Chan said softly, "That Evil Spirit Demon Emperor's cultivation has become increasingly terrifying. I smelled the aura of reincarnation from the evil spirit power. It's highly likely that the Human Emperor's Reincarnation Dao Origin has been stripped by her... and is about to be completely refined."
"Once the Evil Emperor completely refines the Reincarnation Dao Origin, the Demon Ancestor's Battle Spear will no longer be able to suppress her."
The guess of this Young Palace Master of the Heavenly Dao Palace was actually infinitely close to the truth.
After fusing with the Righteous Dao Origin, she had perceived many secrets about the Great Dao.
"Senior, relying solely on my own strength, I absolutely cannot completely defeat the evil spirits. I need Jiang Che's help. Firstly, he can provide life-extending immortal pills. Secondly... I am absolutely not a match for the Evil Emperor, but Jiang Che has hope of defeating her."
"You are right. Perhaps I am the one who should be doing something the most. As the ancient saying goes, if I don't enter hell, who will?"
Li Qinghuan saw Tian Chan's extremely serious appearance, and her whole mentality freaking exploded.
She was really just saying that casually, don't you actually go and give yourself away for free!
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
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!
