The outside world.
Madness, stupor, numbness.
The entire scene fell into dead silence as everyone stared in disbelief at Venerable Chiyan, still sprawled in the crater.
A powerhouse at the Spirit Source Realm... suppressed so effortlessly with a single palm strike?
The Sword Immortal and the Zen Master exchanged glances, their eyes filled with deep wariness.
Su Muwan...
They had only heard of her, but never expected her to be so domineering and utterly arrogant.
But the most unsettling thing was...
"Hey... did you see her face?"
The Sword Immortal's expression darkened.
After a moment of silence, the Zen Master nodded, his voice laced with horror: "The face of... the Frigid Fiend."
The Frigid Fiend.
The most dreaded existence of their era in the Xuan Tian Realm.
A single person who slaughtered the Seven Supreme Sovereigns.
How could anyone stand against that?
But...
They had thought the Frigid Fiend was long dead. So why had someone who looked almost identical appeared now?
No...
That wasn't quite right...
The Sword Immortal shook his head, clenching his fists as he muttered, "It's not the same. Su Muwan's aura..."
"Is far weaker than the Frigid Fiend's."
"Perhaps they just resemble each other."
The Zen Master nodded. "True. If it were really the Frigid Fiend, this world would already be in ruins."
With that, he extended a hand toward the Sword Immortal. "The situation is unpredictable. If outsiders enter the Bronze Gate seeking fortune, they may face disaster."
"In that case, shall we join forces for now?"
The Sword Immortal hesitated briefly before gripping his hand firmly. "Agreed."
The surrounding members of the outsider factions gulped nervously.
With two Spirit Source Realm powerhouses allied... how were they supposed to compete now?
Among the crowd.
The loose cultivators turned to their leader, panic in their voices. "Boss... should we still go?"
The woman's eye twitched. After a tense moment, she clenched her fists and declared, "Yes!"
"There are so many of us here, all outsiders. Even if Su Muwan is this tyrannical, I refuse to believe she can take on all of us at once!"
"Good point!"
With that rallying cry, the crowd surged toward the Bronze Gate.
As time passed.
The crowd gradually thinned, leaving only the hesitant observers behind.
Most were members of aristocratic families from the royal city.
Their clans had sent them to scout the situation.
After all, with the resurgence of spiritual energy and the changing times, countless sects had emerged.
Such top-tier opportunities were no longer within the reach of mere families.
Then—
Whoosh!
A black-robed figure appeared among the crowd.
It was Ye Qun.
He adjusted his cloak, concealing his face.
After a quick scan of the scene, his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
Perfect.
Delaying his arrival had been the right move.
So what if the major sects had entered first?
Without his master's guidance, none of them would find the true legacy of the Taigu Xuan Sect!
Hmph.
The only question was whether that venomous woman Su Muwan had come.
If not, she could count herself lucky.
But if she had...
Ye Qun's face twisted with malice. I'll tear you to pieces!!!
[Little Ye... I sense the legacy... Hurry inside.]
Hearing his master's voice again, Ye Qun's eyes lit up. He nodded and swiftly dashed into the Bronze Gate.
Before entering, however, he caught sight of Venerable Chiyan, lying motionless like a pile of rotten meat.
His lips curled in disdain.
Probably some fool who tried to seize the opportunity first and got crushed instead.
Pathetic insect.
A short while later.
"Moo~!"
A resonant bovine cry echoed as the Devouring Spirit Ox arrived, carrying three figures.
Among them stood a tall, slender woman in a flowing moon-white dress—Chu Yu, reborn and cold-eyed.
Her gaze locked onto the Bronze Gate.
The Taigu Xuan Sect's legacy had truly reappeared.
In her past life, a man named Ye Qun had seized the ultimate inheritance.
But now that she had returned...
This greatest opportunity would be hers!
Yet...
What infuriated her beyond belief was...
Elder Gong had actually asked them to look after that wretched woman!
She shot a sidelong glance at Su Bailian, clad in soft pink robes.
The girl clung weakly to Wang Yan's side, her large, watery eyes brimming with innocence and fear.
Tch.
First time exploring ruins, so scared you're trembling, huh?
Sometimes, Chu Yu couldn't help but admire this snake—despite her pitiful strength, she always managed to fool everyone with this delicate act.
Like her idiot brother, for instance.
The moment he saw Su Bailian's frightened expression—
Wang Yan immediately softened. Standing protectively beside her, he reassured, "Don't be scared, Xiao Lian. With me and Chu Yu here, nothing will happen to you."
Su Bailian sniffled, nodding timidly before shrinking even further behind Wang Yan, like a startled little rabbit.
Only then did she whisper gratefully, "Th-thank you... Brother Yan."
"Lian Lian will... remember your kindness forever."
Thump! Thump!
Wang Yan scratched his nose sheepishly. "Hehe..."
Chu Yu rolled her eyes internally.
This fool... In her past life, he had been played just like this by Su Bailian!
And now, history was repeating itself.
But whatever.
This time, she wouldn't warn anyone!
Because—
I'll make sure every single one of you regrets it!
She quickened her pace toward the Bronze Gate, not bothering to look back. "Quit dawdling. Any longer, and the good stuff will be gone."
Wang Yan acknowledged before turning to Su Bailian. "Xiao Lian, stay close to me."
"O-okay..."
Su Bailian wasn't about to pretend she wasn't nervous.
But!
Her eyes fixed on Chu Yu's back.
To teach this bitch a lesson—
I'll risk it all!
And besides...
"Woof!"
Boqi poked his head out from Su Bailian's backpack, blinking at the Devouring Spirit Ox beside her.
His eyes glazed over with adoration once more.
Su Bailian took it all in.
That's right...
She adjusted her backpack, her expression hardening with resolve.
As Boqi's owner, it's my duty to get him the finest steak!!!
So—
This spirit ox steak? Boqi will love it for sure!!!
As the trio from the Tai Chu Holy Land entered, the remaining onlookers could no longer hold back.
"Charge! Even if we just follow the big sects, we can still get some scraps!"
"Exactly! This place is a once-in-ten-millennia ruin! Miss this, and there might never be another!"
"Right! After looting this place, I'm going home to get married!"
"What a coincidence! I'm retiring after this job too!"
"Daddy, come back soon! Mommy and I will be waiting!"
"Don't worry, sweetheart. Once Daddy finds something good, I'll sell it and take you to the amusement park!"
"Yay!"
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
