Su Bailian?!
At the mention of this name,
most people froze in confusion.
Who... is that?
But soon, they remembered—oh, the exchange student who just arrived from the alliance.
Many in the crowd had only heard rumors but never seen her in person.
Among them, one female disciple’s expression twisted with fury upon hearing the name.
Her fists clenched, eyes burning with murderous intent.
Su Bailian!!!
To think you’d arrive so soon in this life?!
Could it be...?!
Chu Yu’s heart sank. Was this the butterfly effect of her rebirth?
Yes, it had to be.
Just look—that handsome guy from the alliance brought all sorts of strange gadgets and even gave Feng Yutian something called a "phone."
This was already completely different from her past life!
But...
Chu Yu’s expression darkened. As long as Su Bailian remained the same, it didn’t matter.
Because... her path of vengeance had only just begun!
Feng Yutian. The Primordial Holy Land.
She would make them all regret it!
At that moment,
a shocked exclamation echoed through the hall.
"What did you say?!"
"Old man, you’re taking a disciple?!"
A white-haired elder’s eyes widened in disbelief.
The crowd turned in unison, their gazes landing on the elderly man beside him—
Elder Gong of the Beast Taming Sect!
Even Feng Yutian looked surprised.
After all, Elder Gong was notorious in the Primordial Holy Land for his pride. For years, he had claimed there was no talent worthy of his teachings and refused to take disciples.
Standing with rare satisfaction, Elder Gong stroked his whiskers and raised his chin slightly.
"Indeed. I have decided to take a disciple. This child possesses unparalleled talent and comprehension. She will undoubtedly achieve greatness."
With a flick of his sleeve, he turned toward the hall’s entrance.
"My disciple, come forth. Let everyone meet you."
Silence fell as all eyes fixed on the doorway.
Who could possibly be worthy of Elder Gong’s approval?
Then—
a figure stepped inside.
Her steps were light, her body delicate and slender, as if a gentle breeze could topple her.
Clad in a moon-white gown, its hem swayed with her movements like a pristine lotus blooming under moonlight.
Her head was slightly bowed, long lashes trembling like fragile butterfly wings, casting faint shadows over her snow-white skin.
Her large, watery eyes shimmered like a clear lake, flickering with unspoken emotions that could ensnare hearts with a single glance.
Her lips, cherry-red, pouted ever so slightly, exuding innocence and vulnerability.
Every step she took seemed to tread upon the hearts of onlookers, each movement radiating a pitiful charm that made others yearn to shield her from the world’s cruelties.
Her slender fingers fidgeted with the edge of her skirt, her demeanor so tender it stirred protective instincts in all who watched.
"This disciple, Su Bailian, greets the elders and the sect master."
Her voice was soft and sweet, like a nightingale’s song.
The crowd: !!!
This was Su Bailian?!
The younger disciples stood dumbfounded.
What... what an utterly pitiable and adorable girl!
"Su Bailian...!!"
In the shadows, Chu Yu’s heart twisted further.
She knew Su Bailian’s true nature. In her past life, this very girl had exploited Elder Gong’s and Feng Yutian’s favor to wreak havoc in the Primordial Holy Land—and even framed her.
Chu Yu’s nails dug into her palms.
She swore inwardly: This time, I won’t let Su Bailian succeed. I’ll crush her before she grows wings!
"Little sister, what’s wrong?"
A dignified young man beside her—Wang Yan, the second of Feng Yutian’s seven adopted sons—looked at her with concern.
Chu Yu forced a faint smile.
"It’s nothing, brother. Just reminiscing."
She couldn’t let him sense her hatred. Not yet.
Wang Yan patted her shoulder gently.
"If anything troubles you, tell me. I’ll help."
"Mm."
Chu Yu nodded, but inwardly sneered.
Help? What use are you?
Just wait. I’ll make you all regret everything.
Then—
She stiffened.
Had that friendly alliance guy—Qin Luo—just glanced at her?
But when she blinked, he was already looking away.
Was it her imagination...?
Meanwhile, Qin Luo smirked faintly.
Chu Yu.
The T0 Chosen One.
Finally found you.
"Huh? Why’s everyone here...?"
Su Bailian peeked up timidly and spotted Qin Luo.
Relief washed over her.
Thank goodness. With Qin Luo here, at least Boqi and I won’t die.
Qin Luo, now forming a plan, turned to Su Bailian with a light chuckle.
"Su Bailian is one of the alliance’s core members, brimming with potential."
"Elder Gong, you’ve truly found a treasure."
Elder Gong nodded, pleased.
"Little Lian has a natural gift for taming spirit beasts."
Su Bailian: ...
Qin Luo smiled.
"Then I’ll leave her training to you, Elder Gong."
"Also..."
He turned to Feng Yutian.
"If you have questions about modern devices, Su Bailian can assist."
Feng Yutian laughed.
"Since it’s Young Master Qin’s request, and today marks our alliance..."
He looked at Su Bailian warmly.
"Little Lian, would you like to become my daughter?"
Su Bailian: ...
"Uh..."
She blinked, glanced at Qin Luo—who seemed unbothered—then bowed shyly.
"Th-Thank you, Sect Master..."
The entire hall was filled with envy—now Su Bailian had become the sect master's adopted daughter! She could practically strut sideways through the sect from now on!
Chu Yu stood in the crowd, her face dark with suppressed emotions.
Just like in her past life, Su Bailian had once again become Feng Yutian's adopted daughter.
But it didn’t matter.
This time, she knew all of Su Bailian’s tricks by heart!
"Su Bailian!"
"Just you wait!"
"And you too, Feng Yutian—you old fools! I’ll make every last one of you regret this!"
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!"
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!
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.”
