As the black mist surged out,
the disciples who had been possessed gradually regained their senses.
After briefly assessing the situation,
they exclaimed in panic, "No! Something terrible has happened! Evil spirits have possessed us!"
One disciple quickly grabbed another and pointed to the sky, shouting, "Suan Tianxing is the evil spirit!"
"It was him who possessed us!"
Suan Tianxing (inner voice): It wasn’t me!!
Suan Tianxing is an evil spirit?!
All the possessed individuals looked up.
There, they saw Suan Tianxing enveloped in a sinister aura, standing beside a shadowy evil spirit.
Zhang Tianquan winced in pain, his eyes narrowing as he took a closer look. A chill ran down his spine!
He stood up and shouted in disbelief, "Wind Ghost?!"
"Suan Tianxing! You’ve actually conspired with Wind Ghost?!"
Zhang Tianquan's voice was filled with shock, disappointment, and anger.
His most trusted disciple, the most talented one,
had actually... allied with Dragon Tiger Mountain's traitor?!
Wind Ghost?!
All the Dragon Tiger Mountain disciples turned their gaze to the shadowy evil spirit beside Suan Tianxing!
Upon closer inspection, wasn’t that the very traitor Wind Ghost whose portrait their masters had shown them?!
The infamous ghost cultivator who had slain dozens of celestial masters!
The maniac who had even trapped his own master in a magical artifact to refine him!
A magical artifact...
Wait a minute!
"The Ten Thousand Demon Banner!!"
"Wind Ghost’s signature artifact!"
Zhang Tianquan’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at the banner flying in the air.
The Ten Thousand Demon Banner, an embodiment of resentment, could refine grievances and nourish its wielder!
Shangguan Chuxue was stunned. Wind Ghost?
She looked at the figure floating in the air and realized it resembled her master.
What was going on?
"Haha, that’s right!"
Xiong Ha gripped the Ten Thousand Demon Banner and sneered, "People strive for higher goals, just as water flows to lower ground!"
"Suan Tianxing has joined us ghost cultivators to pursue the path of eternal life!"
Suan Tianxing nodded. "Master, your ways are outdated."
"Being a Taoist, exorcising evil spirits..."
Suan Tianxing scoffed, "It’s exhausting and unrewarding! Devouring souls as a ghost cultivator is much faster!"
Zhang Tianquan’s eye twitched. He had considered the possibility that Suan Tianxing might have been deceived by evil spirits.
But now it seemed...
"You willingly chose to become a ghost cultivator?"
"And what if I did?"
Hearing this,
Zhang Tianquan’s expression turned sorrowful.
His fellow disciples also looked heartbroken.
No one wanted to see their former comrade reduced to this state.
Qin Luo was the first to step forward, shouting angrily, "You’re beyond redemption!"
"Everyone!"
"For the sake of humanity, follow me! Let’s exterminate this evil!"
"Yes!"
A powerful aura erupted as Qin Luo rallied the group.
Meanwhile, Suan Tianxing, surrounded by a sinister aura, snarled, "Come at me if you dare!"
Boom!!
The Dragon Tiger Mountain disciples drew their peachwood swords and talismans, charging forward.
But Qin Luo, after his rallying cry, stayed behind, standing beside Su Muwan.
He gazed thoughtfully at Suan Tianxing, who was being swarmed by attackers.
It seemed he had foreseen something.
He smiled faintly to himself.
As expected of the chosen one.
This... must be the trigger for a special mechanism.
Su Muwan stood beside him, equally confused.
Wait, what?
Is this for real?
They’re already ganging up on the T0 protagonist?
Huh?
Su Muwan couldn’t help but laugh. A T0 protagonist? Seems overrated!
Maybe I should go kick him a few times too?
Eh, better not.
Wouldn’t want to accidentally trigger his protagonist powers.
As time passed,
thanks to Qin Luo’s behind-the-scenes maneuvering,
Suan Tianxing was beaten to the brink of death, collapsing to the ground.
He was barely breathing, more gasping than exhaling.
"You... you lowly scum... just wait until I recover... I’ll turn all of you into corpse puppets!"
Suan Tianxing spat out defiantly.
Meanwhile, the real Suan Tianxing, trapped inside by the evil spirit, was on the verge of tears.
Stop it!
If you keep this up, I’m really going to die!
Sure enough, the crowd, seeing Suan Tianxing still talking tough,
clenched their fists in anger. "He’s still not giving up! Beat him harder!"
"Finish him off!"
They rushed at Suan Tianxing again, determined to end him for good.
Shangguan Chuxue had already sat down, her expression dark.
She realized she had lost again. Her master had somehow deviated from her plan, and his appearance didn’t match her memories.
Just as she was thinking this,
she suddenly sensed something and jerked her head up.
Qin Luo also smiled faintly.
The main event was finally here.
The next moment,
Boom!!
A massive golden light suddenly enveloped the cruise ship.
Then,
a sigh echoed through the air.
["Sigh."]
["Everyone, stop."]
The voice was peculiar, instantly calming everyone’s emotions.
Suan Tianxing, lying on the ground barely alive,
felt his vision clear as the golden light expelled the evil energy from his body.
He seemed to realize who had arrived.
Finally! Finally, salvation was here!
Gritting his teeth against the pain, he struggled to kneel.
Thud!!
He kowtowed fiercely in a certain direction, his voice choked with sobs. "I beg you!!"
"Please, Grand Celestial Master, uphold justice for me!!!"
Grand Celestial Master?!
Everyone’s expressions shifted, and they instinctively turned toward the source of the voice.
The next moment,
Boom!!
Something happened that made everyone’s pupils tremble.
With a deafening roar, the entire cruise ship shuddered, its hull creaking ominously.
Then, a sharp beam of light descended from the sky, striking the ship like divine retribution.
The ship was abruptly sliced in half by the attack!
Xiong Ha’s pupils dilated in terror as he scrambled to escape.
However!
"Evil creature, you shall not escape!"
Another stern voice rang out.
A golden light followed,
Boom!!
"No!!"
Xiong Ha let out a blood-curdling scream as he was flung out of the Ten Thousand Demon Banner and crashed to the ground.
Now, everyone could see the scene outside.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!
The wind still howled,
but the thunder and rain had vanished.
Everyone looked up to see five figures standing majestically in mid-air.
Each of them exuded an aura as imposing as a mountain, unshakable and awe-inspiring.
Hovering in the air, their cultivation levels were at least at the peak realm!
The five, dressed in Taoist robes or monk’s attire, held magical artifacts, radiating an air of authority. They were the top experts of their respective sects.
Everyone gasped in awe.
Voices rang out in recognition: "That’s Master Zhang, the head of Qingxu Temple!"
"And Hui Ming, the great monk from Shaolin Temple!"
"Even Li Xuanfeng, the senior from the Celestial Master Sect, is here!"
The top experts from Taoism and Buddhism had gathered here...
But for what purpose?
Most importantly...
The figure in the center!! It was...
"Grand Celestial Master!!"
Zhang Tianquan’s pupils constricted.
He stared in disbelief at the elderly man standing in the center.
The man’s presence seemed to merge with the heavens and earth.
With a soft sigh, he flicked his finger toward Suan Tianxing below.
Hum!
Golden light enveloped Suan Tianxing, lifting him into the air.
Everyone was stunned.
Why would the Grand Celestial Master do this?
Was Suan Tianxing misunderstood? If so, who was the real evil spirit?
Su Muwan blinked.
For some reason, she felt like something big was about to happen.
You didn’t need to bring this many people just to save one person, did you...
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!
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.”
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lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
