Time passed slowly.
That night.
Tai Xuan Demon Sect.
At the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion, two disciples on guard duty stood idly by.
One of them, a tall and lanky disciple, glanced around to make sure no one was nearby before swiftly pulling out his phone and expertly opening a short video app.
[Baby’s tummy is rumbling~]
[Tummy baby’s rumbling~]
The catchy music blared out.
The other, slightly shorter disciple couldn’t help but lean in. "Browsing Douyin, huh?"
He looked around again and whispered, "Aren’t you afraid the elders will catch you? We’re guarding the Scripture Pavilion, after all."
The tall disciple waved a hand dismissively, his eyes still glued to the screen as he swayed slightly to the infectious beat. "Relax, it’s the middle of the night. The elders are already asleep—they won’t bother with us."
"Besides, guarding this place is so boring you’d be lucky to even see a bird’s feather. What’s the harm in watching a few videos?"
"And let’s be real," he added with a smirk, "this is the Demon Sect’s sacred ground. Who’d dare cause trouble here?"
The shorter disciple still seemed uneasy, his eyes darting around as he muttered, "I guess so, but this is still a restricted area. If something goes wrong, we’ll be in deep trouble."
Despite his words, his gaze kept drifting back to the screen.
The tall disciple chuckled and slung an arm around his companion’s shoulder, pulling him closer to the phone. "Stop overthinking it. Check this out—people these days come up with the wildest stuff. Way more fun than standing around here all day."
"I heard there are even vehicles that don’t need spiritual energy to move—they can go crazy fast!"
"Ugh, only the elders’ personal disciples get to leave the sect. I’d kill to go out and try those things myself!"
The shorter disciple finally gave in. "Yeah, right. I’ve seen the comments under videos from other sects."
"They say there’s some guy named Su out there—terrifying."
"Apparently, he’s some kind of ‘Shark King’ in Jiang City. If you piss him off, he’ll toss you into a blood pool full of sharks."
The tall disciple paled slightly at that. "Quit scaring yourself. We’re still the Demon Sect, even if we’ve ‘reformed’..."
"Whatever, just watch with me."
The shorter disciple nodded and soon burst into laughter. "Damn, modern people really know how to have fun. These dance moves are even crazier than when we’re drunk!"
"Heh, I’ve actually picked up a few moves myself."
"Like what?"
"That ‘something shake’ thing."
"Here, let me show you."
[The curved blade slashes through red roses!]
[...]
In the shadows.
"Shark King?! Tossing people into shark-infested blood pools?!"
"I’m so mad! What kind of nonsense is this?!"
Su Muwan trembled with rage, gritting her teeth as she tried to lunge forward. "Qin Luo, let me go! I’m going to throw them into the river to feed the sharks!!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."
Qin Luo grabbed her wrist and sighed. "Calm down, Miss. Remember why we’re here."
"But—but I’m furious!! These two little haters!"
"Miss..."
Before he could finish—
"Hey, isn’t that the internet-famous influencer guy?"
"Qin Luo, right? His comment section is full of obsessed fans."
"Bet he’s a total player."
"A player?"
"New term I learned online. Means a guy who seems nice on the surface but is actually rotten inside."
"Loves playing with women’s feelings."
Buzz buzz buzz!!
Qin Luo’s friendly demeanor shattered as he nearly charged out. "I’ll kill them. Right now. I’ll chop them into pieces."
"Calm down, Qin Luo!"
Su Muwan quickly pulled him back. "Remember why we’re here!"
A moment later.
Shrouded in shadows, Qin Luo and Su Muwan slipped effortlessly into the Scripture Pavilion.
"So why did we have to come to the Tai Xuan Demon Sect again?"
Su Muwan glanced around. Dim spiritual flames flickered in the wall-mounted lanterns, casting eerie, shifting light across the vast space.
Towering bookshelves stood like a forest of wood, densely packed with martial arts manuals, ancient scrolls, and yellowed parchment volumes—some pristine, others crumbling with age.
Qin Luo explained, "Because the techniques here are the most ruthless, the most demonic."
"Perfect for disguising Miss’s true abilities."
"But, Miss..."
He casually picked up a manual and handed it to Su Muwan, smirking. "Mastering all these techniques won’t be easy."
"??"
Su Muwan rolled her eyes, skimmed the manual, then scoffed. "Does a mere Qin Luo still not understand the weight of the name ‘Su Muwan’?"
She tossed the manual aside. Just as Qin Luo thought she was about to start practicing—
"Need some space to train, Miss?"
Su Muwan gave him a strange look. "Space to train?"
"Qin Luo..."
Her lips curled into a smug grin. "Are you... underestimating me?"
As she spoke, tendrils of black energy seeped from her feet, spreading like ink in water, staining the surrounding space.
The energy coiled up her body, condensing into a dark orb at her fingertips.
With a flick of her wrist, she launched the orb forward.
Whoosh—!
The orb split into multiple black vines, each studded with thorns, lashing through the air before smashing the manual to pieces with a deafening crack.
Dusting off her hands, Su Muwan shot Qin Luo a disdainful look. "What a garbage technique. Weak and boring."
She crossed her arms and tilted her chin up. "Hurry up and find me something actually challenging, Qin Luo."
"Let me show you what real..."
"Martial talent looks like!"
??
Qin Luo stood frozen, staring at the shredded manual, then at Su Muwan, who’d mastered the technique in seconds.
His eye twitched.
Damn.
She’s not even pretending anymore, huh?
How is anyone else supposed to compete with this?!
Qin Luo couldn’t even begin to imagine how someone as overpowered as Su Muwan could ever lose in the future.
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!" "......"
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.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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!
