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...
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
