Thud! Thud!
Wh-what kind of joke is this?
Ye Qun gritted his teeth, gripping the broken dagger stabbed into the ground.
With sheer force, he pushed himself up.
He raised his head, his face twisted in anguish as he glared at the shadowy creature before him, radiating arrogance.
That posture, that expression.
How dare it look down on them like this?
Worst of all, he could swear he saw traces of that venomous woman in this monster’s demeanor!
Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!!!!
Ye Qun’s eyes burned crimson as he panted heavily, roaring with all his might, "Just a damn monster! Don’t you dare underestimate humans!!"
Before his voice even faded—
Whoosh—!
The shadow creature instantly transformed into a streak of abyssal darkness.
With a sonic boom, it teleported right in front of Ye Qun, so fast it seemed to tear through space, leaving a shrill screech in its wake.
Its blood-red eyes locked onto Ye Qun as it bared its fangs, growling in a guttural voice, "Too much talk..."
It can SPEAK?!
Everyone’s pupils trembled in shock.
The next instant, before anyone could react—
Its massive, fan-like claw clamped around Ye Qun’s skull like a steel vice, fingers tightening violently.
"Gh...?!"
A sickening crack echoed from Ye Qun’s skull, like an old wooden door being forced open.
Then, the shadow creature’s muscles bulged as it lifted Ye Qun bodily and swung him through the air at a dizzying speed.
Whoosh—whoosh—
Ye Qun’s body cut through the air, each swing accompanied by howling winds.
With a thunderous BOOM, he was slammed into the wall—hard stone fracturing on impact, debris scattering in all directions.
Thud! Thud! Thud!!!
"Ugh—cough!"
Ye Qun spat blood, his face contorted in agony.
But before he could even catch his breath—
He was grabbed again and smashed into the ground.
Thud! Thud! Thud!!!
The shadow creature swung him left and right like a club, battering him relentlessly.
The solid stone floor caved in, dust billowing into the air.
"GAAAAHHHH—!!!"
Ye Qun’s screams of torment and despair filled the chamber.
Wrapped in unbearable pain and dizziness, his consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse.
N-no way…
How can it be this brutal?!
Everyone stood frozen in place.
Chu Yu’s expression stiffened as she watched.
If she remembered correctly from her past life, Ye Qun was supposed to become a Supreme powerhouse.
Yet now…
Why was he so powerless?
No… This can’t go on.
If Ye Qun dies here, we’re next.
So…
Chu Yu clenched her teeth, her gaze sharpening. "We fight this monster to the death!!"
She didn’t believe they could win—she was gambling.
Betting that Ye Qun would pull through and lead them to survival!
After all, in her past life, he had become a Supreme!!
With a battle cry, she channeled her spiritual energy into her sword and lunged at the shadow creature without hesitation.
The blade cut through the air with a piercing shriek, carrying her full strength.
Yet the creature moved like a ghost, sidestepping effortlessly as Chu Yu’s sword grazed past its fur.
"Huh?!"
Chu Yu’s eyes widened in disbelief.
It dodged that?!
In that split second of vulnerability, the creature’s hind leg lashed out like a battering ram, slamming into her chest.
"Pfft—!"
A crisp snap—the sound of ribs breaking—echoed painfully. Chu Yu’s chest caved in as she was sent flying like a cannonball.
She crashed through several boulders with bone-shattering force before collapsing in a pool of blood.
Chu Yu vomited blood in heaving gasps, her throat gurgling.
Her vision blurred, but through the haze, she saw the shadow creature finally release Ye Qun.
Now… it’s up to fate…
The three Qingyan Sect disciples snapped out of their stupor, their eyes bloodshot as they roared in unison.
"FIGHT!!"
Without hesitation, they charged the creature.
Lin Yue leaped high, his longsword gleaming as he aimed a vicious slash at the creature’s neck, the blade tearing through the air.
Song Hao dashed low, daggers thrusting toward its abdomen.
Chen Feng flanked from the side, swinging his massive axe at its hind legs.
Yet the shadow creature merely tilted its head with disdain. Lin Yue’s sword struck its rock-hard hide, the recoil splitting his palms and sending the blade flying.
Song Hao and Chen Feng barely got close before the creature’s tail whipped out, hurling them away.
Thud! Thud! Thud!!!
They crashed to the ground, blood spraying from their mouths.
Su Bailian cowered in a corner, shrieking incoherently, "KYAAAAAAAH!!!"
"IT’S TOO SCARY!!!"
Her screams echoed until she noticed another figure hiding nearby—the masked man.
Her face immediately fell.
Seriously?!
While everyone’s fighting for their lives, you’re just squatting there?!
Meanwhile, Su Muwan—
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!!!
She hammered away at her controller, shouting excitedly, "Up, down, left, right!!"
"Hey hey hey hey!!"
"Is that all you’ve got?!"
"Really?! You’re worse than Qin Luo!!"
"Keh-keh-keh-keh~~!!"
On the screen, hyper-realistic combat effects exploded across the display, sending thrilling vibrations through her brain.
Oh my god, this ultra-realistic fighting game is AMAZING!
I could play this forever!
Su Muwan grinned smugly as she watched the characters on-screen get utterly demolished by her shadow puppet.
So much for being "T0 Destiny’s Chosen." Pathetic!
Hmm…
Her lips curled into a mischievous smirk.
Maybe I should just… eliminate them here?
After all, this shadow puppet isn’t technically me. Maybe the Heavenly Dao’s restrictions won’t apply…
Meanwhile, Qin Luo observed Su Muwan’s gameplay. Her skills were impressive, no doubt.
But…
This was just a hastily made shadow puppet.
Compared to the real Su Muwan, the difference was like heaven and earth.
The reason she was dominating now was simple—Ye Qun and the others hadn’t used their spiritual techniques yet.
But if they discovered this place’s secret…
Then…
Qin Luo’s eyes narrowed as he watched the screen.
The tables would turn.
I wonder who’ll figure it out first.
Back in the stone chamber—
The masked man hadn’t been idly hiding. He’d been scouting for an escape route.
But…
No luck.
Behind the mask, his eyes flickered with resignation.
He’d assumed these people were strong enough to handle things without him.
But now… If he didn’t act, they’d all die here.
With that thought, he stepped forward.
BOOM!
A torrent of spiritual energy erupted from his body, flooding the chamber with emerald light.
For the first time, he spoke: "Everyone, unleash your full spiritual power."
Unleash their full power?!
Ye Qun, sprawled on the ground in agony, heard this.
Without hesitation, he dug his fingers into the stone and roared—
"RAAAAAGH!!!"
In an instant—
BOOM!
Spiritual energy erupted from his body like a volcano.
[Primordial Heaven-Shattering Art!!!]
[Little Ye!! Your Primordial Heaven-Shattering Art broke through again?!]
"Only by facing death can one find life!!"
"You truly are this old man's most satisfactory disciple!!"
Chu Yu leaned against the corner, clutching her chest, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at Ye Qun—who had suddenly regained the ability to wield his techniques—and the masked man.
Had the sealing array failed?
No... that wasn't it...
After a moment of focused sensing, realization struck her.
She quickly turned to the others and shouted, "I've figured it out!! The restriction here isn’t suppressing spiritual energy!"
"It’s absorbing it!!"
"So! If we unleash our full power at once, we can break free!!"
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.)
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.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
