After leaving the Primordial Sacred Land.
Headquarters Building.
Ouyang Xuan tilted his head slightly, gazing at the bright sky, his eyes filled with contemplation and emotion about the future.
He shook his head lightly and sighed, "Qin Luo, tell me, if the plan really succeeds..."
His voice trailed off as he looked at Qin Luo with a trace of worry. "Wouldn’t the people from the ancient sects become indistinguishable from us?"
"Would there even be a distinction between ancient and modern factions anymore?"
Hearing this, Qin Luo curled his lips into a faint smile. He crossed his arms and replied leisurely, "Of course there would still be a distinction. After all..."
"Some are willing to embrace these modern innovations, while others remain stuck in the mindset of the Xuantian Realm—an era where the strong preyed on the weak."
Qin Luo took two steps forward, then paused. He turned his head slightly, giving Ouyang Xuan a meaningful look. "When these two ideologies collide, what do you think will happen?"
Ouyang Xuan frowned slightly, a flicker of unease crossing his eyes. He pressed his lips together before finally saying, "Are you suggesting... it would still lead to war?"
"Exactly. That’s why we need to suppress it."
Qin Luo’s lips curled into a cold smile.
His voice was firm as he declared, "The Hunting Plan exists to eliminate the opposition."
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Su Family Villa.
Su Muwan had finally grasped Qin Luo’s plan.
"But (munch munch) how can you be sure (munch munch) that the internet (munch munch) will make so many prodigies slack off?"
Su Muwan had been holed up at home for three days. Dressed in her shark-themed pajamas, she munched on potato chips while curiously eyeing Qin Luo as he explained the plan.
Come to think of it...
Weren’t they supposed to be hunting down the T0 Chosen Ones together to restore the world to its original state?
So why did it seem like Qin Luo was the only one doing all the work?
Why was that?
Su Muwan blinked, then opened another bag of chips.
Meanwhile, Qin Luo peeled an orange, chuckling as he did. "Well, even a martial arts prodigy like you has ended up like this."
"What chance do these ancient folks have?"
?
Su Muwan slowly raised an eyebrow, sensing something subtly off about that statement.
"Here, Young Miss, have some fruit."
Before she could dwell on it, Qin Luo broke off a segment of the orange and held it to her lips.
"Nom!"
Never mind. Su Muwan decided not to overthink it.
After all, Qin Luo had promised.
He’d handle the thinking.
And the fighting? That was her job!
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Time passed.
Another week went by.
The Primordial Sacred Land had gradually erected several signal towers, and every disciple had been issued a smartphone.
Not only that—
A large supermarket had opened within the sect grounds.
Disciples now took pride in having a flat-screen TV in their meditation chambers.
However, the TVs were so expensive that many disciples, lacking treasures or modern currency, could only watch enviously as others filled their chambers with modern luxuries.
At that moment—
Su Bailian strolled through the sect, walking her dog, Pochi.
Her steps were light, her posture graceful, her delicate face adorned with a faint smile.
Outwardly, she appeared sweet and innocent, but beneath the surface, a hint of smugness lurked.
Her eyes occasionally swept the surroundings, as if surveying her territory.
Hehe~
Being a spy? Easy as pie~
In just over a week, news of her—the newly adopted daughter of Feng Yutian—had spread like wildfire through the sect.
Unsurprisingly, she had become the object of many disciples’ protective instincts.
Moreover, as the only modern martial artist in the sect, everyone—especially prodigies, elders, even the sect master—had come to her for advice on modern technology.
Her reputation and prestige skyrocketed.
Common knowledge in the outside world made her seem like an all-knowing oracle here!
Earning praise from everyone.
Well... even if most of it was just stuff she looked up on Douyin...
Anyway, she might as well check on the training grounds.
Qin Luo had given her a small task:
Record the daily lives of the sect’s disciples.
Tch. First, he makes me a spy, then piles on chores.
If not for the threat of getting slapped, I’d have rebelled already!
Arriving at the elite disciples’ training grounds, she spotted a group of prodigies practicing.
One disciple suddenly burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.
"Pfft—HAHAHA! You’re killing me! ‘Jiong jia jia jiong jiong jia’!"
Su Bailian: ...
Her eye twitched. She turned to another pair—a couple.
The girl stamped her foot angrily. "I’m mad at you!"
The male disciple smiled gently. "It’s okay. Have as many as you want. I’ll raise one for you."
Su Bailian: ...
She took a deep breath, sensing something off. Then she looked elsewhere.
A disciple sat cross-legged on a boulder, meditating with closed eyes.
Another stood beside him, watching intently with a solemn expression.
Just as Su Bailian thought this seemed normal—
The solemn one spoke. "Senior Brother, why don’t aunts sweat?"
The meditator stayed silent.
The solemn one continued, "Because they’re afraid of leaving... aunt-y sweat."
Thud!
"Senior Brother, your focus broke again!"
"Tsk... Junior Brother, these modern ‘curses’ are terrifying. Every time I hear one, my mind goes haywire."
"Senior Brother, this just means you need more training. Let’s continue refining your mental fortitude."
"Senior Brother, do you know why mushrooms don’t hit people?"
"Why?"
"Because fungi use words, not fists."
Thud!
"Senior Brother, you lost focus again!"
"Sigh... Modern civilization is truly horrifying."
Su Bailian: ??
What the—
Are you all insane?!
Her pupils trembled. This was not the vibe the Primordial Sacred Land was supposed to have!
Just then—
A prodigy walked past her, holding up his phone for a selfie.
"OMG, fam, you won’t believe this! Ran into this cringe senior today who bragged about his sword doing backflips!"
Another disciple chased after him, tearfully pleading, "Junior Sister, I’m fragile—go easy on me..."
Su Bailian: .........
She shook her head, took another deep breath, and forced a smile back onto her face.
This... should be fine, right?
Qin Luo did tell me to teach them how to use the internet...
Her gaze drifted to the massive signal tower standing in the sect’s central plaza.
Qin Luo had sent people to build it, so it couldn’t be a problem.
Later, she’d write a report for him... Wait, why am I still doing paperwork even here?!
Just then—
"Xiao Lian."
A voice called out. Su Bailian turned to see a dignified young man—Wang Yan.
Wang Yan stood with his hands behind his back beside Su Bailian, his gaze solemn as he observed the circle of prodigies in the plaza.
He said gravely, "What kind of behavior is this? This should be the time for cultivation."
"Yet here they are, glued to their phones, scrolling through short videos. Wasting their potential like this—how will our Tai Chu Holy Land maintain its prestige among the other sects?"
Su Bailian nodded vaguely, as if half-understanding. "As expected of Senior Brother Wang Yan."
So, there were still people in the sect who took cultivation seriously.
"Little Lian, come here for a moment."
Su Bailian followed him.
Behind a massive boulder, Wang Yan pulled out his phone and glanced at Su Bailian, who looked slightly stunned. Clearing his throat, he asked, "Little Lian, I just made a Douyin account."
"Let’s follow each other."
Su Bailian: "......"
Are you out of your mind?!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
