Before leaving the Primordial Sacred Land, Qin Luo demonstrated the Alliance's latest leap technology to Feng Yutian.
It was a video feed.
The ability to traverse tens of thousands of miles in an instant.
This drew another round of astonished gasps from the crowd.
While they had their own teleportation arrays and escape talismans, the energy consumption was immense, and the distance and destination were highly unstable.
Now, compare that to what Qin Luo had just shown them.
"Is this... technology?" Feng Yutian murmured, staring at the phone in his hand with a mix of awe and disbelief.
After being frozen for tens of thousands of years, the world had evolved into something beyond his imagination.
Many artifacts that would have been treasured as sect heirlooms in their time were now commonplace, accessible to everyone.
Indeed.
The Primordial Ancestor had been right all along—never antagonize modern civilization.
So far, they had only seen what the Alliance chose to reveal. Who knew what terrifying secrets lay hidden?
Forming an alliance with them seemed mutually beneficial.
Moreover...
Feng Yutian glanced warmly at Su Bailian, who stood beside Elder Gong, delicate as a swaying flower, exuding an air of fragile beauty.
The fact that the Alliance was willing to send one of their prodigies to their sect spoke volumes about their sincerity.
He smiled and shifted his gaze to Wang Yan, who stood beside Chu Yu. "Wang Yan, as Su Bailian's elder brother, take these days to familiarize her with the sect when she has free time."
Wang Yan stepped forward, stealing a glance at the delicate Su Bailian before quickly replying, "Understood, Sect Master!"
Chu Yu maintained a calm facade, but inwardly, her hatred twisted into something monstrous.
This little wretch had already won everyone's affection the moment she arrived. Damn her!
She would have to bide her time and strike when the moment was right.
Chu Yu knew Su Bailian's tricks—sooner or later, she would frame someone. And when that time came... she would have all the evidence she needed.
......
On the way back, Qin Luo declined Feng Yutian's offer to escort him.
Instead, he harnessed the power of shadows to leap back on his own.
After all...
It was about time to prepare lunch for their young mistress.
Beneath the Alliance headquarters building.
Ouyang Xuan and Qin Luo materialized in a swirl of black mist.
The former looked up at the towering structure that had appeared before them in an instant and couldn't help but turn to Qin Luo with admiration. "I still have no idea what kind of system you have, but this ability is seriously impressive."
Qin Luo smirked. "Maybe it's the 'Lackey System.'"
"Lackey System?"
Ouyang Xuan's lips twitched, and he shot Qin Luo an exasperated look.
Whose lackey? Su Muwan's?
He shook his head, refusing to believe such a system could exist.
Still, he asked, "Are we proceeding with the assassination plan?"
After today's visit, it was clear the Primordial Sacred Land was friendly.
Wouldn't targeting their prodigies risk unnecessary conflict?
Qin Luo glanced at him and chuckled. "Minister Ouyang, you're too hesitant, always second-guessing."
"Remember this—"
"Those who are not of our kind will always harbor ulterior motives."
"Our rapport with the sects is nothing more than superficial courtesy."
"The assassination plan continues, but wait for my signal."
As he spoke, tendrils of black smoke began to rise from Qin Luo's figure.
Ouyang Xuan was still processing his words when he suddenly realized Qin Luo was fading. "Where are you going?"
"Home to cook."
Whoosh—Qin Luo vanished.
Ouyang Xuan: "..."
He was speechless.
How could someone switch from discussing an assassination plan to casually announcing they were going home to cook in the same breath?
Was this guy's personality even normal?
......
Su Family Villa.
"Mmm..."
Su Muwan drowsily opened her eyes, her raven-black hair splayed messily across the pillow.
A few strands clung playfully to her rosy cheeks, enhancing her sleepy, adorable charm.
Her eyes were still hazy with lingering drowsiness.
Ah...
So tired... but with a faint undercurrent of satisfaction.
Hmm...
What had happened again?
Su Muwan tilted her head slightly. Oh, right.
Last night, she had been nibbling and pawing at Qin Luo.
Qin Luo had enjoyed himself, but she had ended up utterly exhausted.
With that thought, she stretched luxuriously, her slender waist faintly visible beneath her loose shark-print pajamas.
The collar of her pajamas had slipped slightly, revealing a glimpse of flawless, snow-white skin. Her delicate collarbones caught the sunlight, glowing faintly.
Rubbing her eyes, she sat up slowly, her gaze sharpening as she scanned the room, searching for something—or someone.
Her brows furrowed slightly. She took a deep breath and suddenly yelled, "Qin Luo—!!"
One second... two seconds... three seconds...
Her voice echoed through the villa, but no response came.
?
Su Muwan pouted, threw off the covers, and stomped out of the room in her slippers.
As she wandered through the villa, she kept calling, "Qin Luo, Qin Luo, Qin Luo!"
"Qin Luo! Qin Luo!"
"Qin Qin Qin Qin!!"
"Luo Luo Luo Luo!!"
"Where are you?! Qin Luo, Qin Luo, Qin Luo!"
She searched every corner, her voice growing increasingly frantic, her eyes flickering with unease.
"Qin Luo? Where did you go?"
No way...
Could it be...?
Su Muwan's face froze in shock. Had Qin Luo... left last night because she upset him?
"Qin—!"
Just as she was about to shout again, the front door creaked.
Her eyes lit up, and she dashed toward the entrance.
Click—
The door swung open.
There stood Qin Luo, holding several shopping bags, a warm smile on his face.
"Look what I got you, Young Mistress."
He lifted the bags—groceries and a pile of snacks.
"Food!"
Su Muwan's eyes sparkled, and she barreled into him, clinging like a koala and nuzzling against his chest. "Where were you?! I called and called, and you didn’t answer!"
Qin Luo adjusted the bags, looking down at her with amusement. "I just got back from work."
"Thought I'd make you something nice, so I went shopping."
"Must be my upbringing—couldn’t hear you shouting from the supermarket."
He pulled out a box of delicate cream puffs from one of the bags. "Your favorite. Have a taste."
"Hmph!"
Su Muwan flushed but snatched the box, muttering under her breath, "At least you remembered."
She hopped down from him and immediately tore open the box, popping one into her mouth. Bliss instantly replaced her earlier distress.
Qin Luo watched her with a soft smile.
The young mistress was truly adorable...
He headed to the kitchen to unpack the groceries.
Su Muwan trailed after him, still munching on her snack, occasionally piping up with demands: "I want braised pork, sweet and sour fish..."
"Also, the stir-fried tofu with green peppers—last time I went to this place where they made it a bit soupy, but the flavor was still pretty good."
"Understood, young miss."
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.
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.”
【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.)
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
