Buzz!
Amidst a swirl of black mist, Qin Luo reappeared in the Hall of Inheritance.
He glanced at Su Muwan, who seemed lost in thought, and smiled. "Miss, I'm back."
At the same time, he reached into the black vortex beside him with effortless grace.
Su Muwan sat on a stone table, eyes closed in contemplation. Hearing his voice, she gave a slight nod.
Slowly opening her eyes, she rubbed her temples and looked at Qin Luo. "Qin Luo, something feels... off to me."
Qin Luo tilted his head, wearing just the right amount of confusion. "What is it?"
Then, he yanked Ye Qun out of the vortex.
Ye Qun’s face was vacant, drool dripping from his mouth as his limp body dangled from Qin Luo’s grip.
With a casual release—
Plop!
Ye Qun collapsed onto the ground, giggling like an idiot. "Hehehe... I'm Little Leaf... yay..."
Su Muwan: "......"
Well, there’s the problem.
Her eye twitched violently as she stared at Qin Luo, who was still grinning.
Seriously?!
Can someone explain this?!
How did this guy turn a freaking T0 powerhouse into a drooling moron?!
Huh?!
Does that even make sense?!
Qin Luo, you’re absolutely insane!
As she stewed in disbelief—
"Hey, hey, hey..."
Su Muwan sauntered over, standing beside Qin Luo while eyeing Ye Qun, who was now pretending to row a boat on the floor.
"What’s the point of dragging this trash here when he’s like this?"
"Wouldn’t dumping him in a mental asylum be better?"
Qin Luo shrugged. "I was going to, but then I remembered—there’s something hidden inside him."
With that, he snapped his fingers.
A black hand materialized above Ye Qun’s head and yanked downward.
Whoosh!
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream followed as the spectral form of an old man in gray robes was ripped out.
Clutched in the black hand’s grip, the old man stared at Qin Luo in horror.
H-how?!
He could actually touch a spirit?!
But more importantly—
The old man’s gaze flicked to Su Muwan beside Qin Luo, and his soul nearly leaped out of his spectral body.
"GYAAAAHHH!!! JIHAN, YOU’RE STILL ALIVE?!!"
Su Muwan blinked. "???"
What the hell is this guy screaming about?!
SMACK!
"Shut it."
Qin Luo backhanded the old man, instantly silencing him.
The spirit trembled in midair, clutching his spectral cheek.
Why am I getting slapped even as a ghost...
Su Muwan had been wondering about something for a long time.
And now, she finally asked.
"Hey, old man."
She smiled sweetly at the shivering spirit. "What exactly is this ‘Jihan the Frost Fiend’ you all keep talking about?"
"Does that thing... look like me?"
Qin Luo, still holding the spirit, raised a warning hand. "Everything you say will determine how much pain you’re in."
The old man shuddered.
He glanced at Su Muwan again.
N-no way...
The resemblance was uncanny.
"Look alike?"
He forced a weak laugh. "Well... not exactly the same..."
Su Muwan relaxed.
"More like..."
"Exactly the same."
Su Muwan: ?!
Qin Luo sighed. "Just as I thought."
Su Muwan whipped her head toward him, eyes wide.
"Just as you thought what?!"
Ignoring her mix of shock, fury, and disbelief, Qin Luo snapped his fingers again.
Click.
Dark energy enveloped the old man, instantly assimilating him into a shadow creature.
Su Muwan spun around.
"Hey! You just turned him without even asking?!"
"Master."
The now-shadowed old man bowed respectfully.
Qin Luo nodded. "Tell us what you know about Jihan the Frost Fiend."
"Understood."
The shadowed elder began, his voice steeped in ancient memory.
"Back then, this realm was known as the Profound Heaven World. No one knew where or how the woman called ‘Jihan the Frost Fiend’ appeared."
Su Muwan deadpanned. Why does this sound like an NPC monologue?!
"All they knew was..."
"Wherever she walked, rivers froze, mountains turned to ice."
"She wielded endless blizzards and ice spears, piercing through cultivators’ defenses like paper, turning their bodies into sieves."
Su Muwan looked down at her own palms: ......
Qin Luo grabbed her hand, examining it with exaggerated surprise. "These little hands did all that?"
Whap!
Su Muwan smacked him away, flustered. "Hey! That wasn’t me!"
The shadow elder continued.
"The great sects of the Profound Heaven World rose against her. Countless elite disciples marched to battle... but against her power, their resistance was futile."
"She didn’t just possess world-ending strength—she was cunning, skilled in manipulating minds."
"Many cultivators had their consciousness stripped away, turned into puppets that slaughtered their own kin."
Su Muwan’s eyes widened as fragments of a forbidden technique she’d learned in the demonic sect flashed through her mind.
No way... it can’t be...
"The land was ravaged. Cities crumbled. Families were torn apart."
The elder paused, trembling. "They say... to increase her power, she slaughtered cultivators en masse, devouring their spiritual energy and souls."
"Rumors claim... the Soul-Devouring Demon Art originated from her!"
Su Muwan: ...
Qin Luo: ...
After a beat of silence, Qin Luo asked, "Anything else?"
"Well..."
The elder hesitated. "I remember... Jihan annihilated the Taigu Xuan Sect for one reason..."
"For what?"
"Ah! Right!"
"The Profound Heaven Pearl!"
"But she never obtained it."
Profound Heaven Pearl?
Qin Luo frowned. What would she want with that?
Whatever. He had the gist of it.
With a wave, the shadow elder and Ye Qun vanished.
Qin Luo fell into thought.
If Jihan the Frost Fiend is Su Muwan after traveling through the Bronze Cauldron...
Why would she want the Profound Heaven Pearl?
Its only known uses are soul nourishment... and as a key to the Bronze Gate.
Is there something else?
Meanwhile—
Su Muwan was done.
Just... completely done.
Life was hard. Su Muwan sighed.
She knew she had terrible luck. Knew her karma score was probably in the negatives.
BUT STILL!
This was too much!
"WAAAHHHH!!!"
She lunged at Qin Luo, biting his hand like an angry kitten. "This is a joke! A sick joke!"
"That is me!!"
Using ice! It turns people into puppets! And it even devours spiritual energy!!
Who else could it be but her?
This... this is just...!
Su Muwan trembled violently, on the verge of collapse—why is it always me who gets hurt?
Qin Luo wanted to pat Su Muwan's head, but his hands had lost their autonomy, making it rather inconvenient.
No matter what...
The young mistress, crying in frustration, was utterly adorable...
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...
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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?”
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."
