Feng Yutian's fingertips trembled slightly, sending ripples across the surface of the tea in his cup.
He set the porcelain cup down slowly, the crisp clink against the table piercing the deathly silence of the hall.
"So that's how it is..."
Mo Yuan's pupils contracted to pinpricks, his voice laced with shock. "The Alliance has been the Shadow's puppet all along."
Indeed, how had they not realized it?
Every time the chaos left by the Devouring Spirit Art inheritors subsided, they would inevitably turn to the Alliance.
Because the Alliance possessed cutting-edge technology capable of analyzing and identifying traces of the Devouring Spirit Art.
Yet...
They had forgotten one possibility.
What if the Alliance itself was complicit—or even the mastermind behind it all?
The faces of the gathered sect leaders darkened.
If one counted the years spent in frozen slumber, every elder present was a millennia-old monster.
Naturally, they looked down upon the insects of this era, never imagining these ants could stir up any real trouble.
But...
They had been wrong.
Through the cracks in the shattered dome, the bodies of dozens of minor sect leaders twisted at unnatural angles.
Their skin pulsed with tar-like shadows, their eyes swallowed by inky mist—only the ghostly blue flames flickering deep within their pupils remained visible.
The Skyfire Sect Leader recognized one of them—
That was none other than Sect Leader Zhao of the Crimson Dawn Sect, whom he had toasted with just three days prior!
"Sect Leader Zhao!"
The Skyfire Sect Leader roared, a whip of violet flames coiling in his palm. "How dare you side with these abominations?!"
The man referred to as Sect Leader Zhao turned his head slowly.
Still retaining his consciousness despite the shadow corruption, he spoke calmly, "Hah, ridiculous. In my entire life, my talent only brought me to the threshold of the Domain Realm. But now... I am immortal, with limitless potential for evolution. What could be better?"
As his words faded—
The Skyfire Sect Leader bellowed in fury, "Nonsense!!! Today, I shall eradicate this scourge!!"
CRACK!!
The violet flame whip lashed toward Qin Luo with a vicious snap.
Following his lead—
The other sect leaders surged forward. "Destroy these abominations!"
"What Alliance?! This is just a den of monsters!"
The Beast Mountain Lord leapt into the air, three emerald-scaled flood dragons erupting from his sleeves, charging toward Qin Luo seated upon the throne.
Yet—
Before the dragons could reach him, before the whip could strike, before the other sect leaders' attacks could land—
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Hundreds of shadowy tendrils burst from the ground, reducing the flood dragons to bloody mist and swallowing the whip whole in an instant.
Hong Ji's Harmony Bell had barely chimed half a note before her entire body froze in place.
————Countless shadowy hands, wreathed in black mist, materialized like tattoos across everyone's skin.
"I... I can't move?"
"How...?"
"What kind of cursed trick is this?!"
Feng Yutian glanced down at the shifting black palm prints now covering his skin.
His voice darkened. "A sealing curse... When did...?"
Qin Luo lazily propped his chin on one hand, shadowy threads glimmering like pearls around his fingers. "Sharp as ever, Sect Leader Feng."
"While you were all enjoying your tea, you’ve been drinking dozens of cups laced with this shadow-infused curse."
[Beep beep, please enjoy your tea.]
Everyone: "......?"
Seriously? That’s just dirty.
How were we supposed to guard against this?!
Who expects to get poisoned at a damn meeting?!
Most importantly...
Feng Yutian sighed inwardly. Qin Luo’s groundwork had been too thorough.
He’d lulled them all into complacency.
Truly an unavoidable trap.
"Shameless!"
The Skyfire Sect Leader, immobilized mid-air, howled at Qin Luo, "Utterly shameless! Shameless! Shame—"
SMACK!!
"Ghk—!"
Silence.
Everyone: "......"
Qin Luo retracted his hand, wiping his face as the weeping ghost mask dissolved into nothingness.
With a snap of his fingers, the shadow-corrupted sect leaders reverted to normal before vanishing into the shadow realm.
Watching this—
Feng Yutian seemed to realize something. Detecting no hostility from Qin Luo, he asked calmly, "Qin Luo, are you being threatened?"
!!
The moment those words left his mouth—
The others froze, then snapped back to reality.
Right!
How could they have forgotten?
Who stood behind Qin Luo?
None other than Su Muwan—a woman whose only difference from the Frostbite Demon of ten thousand years ago was the color of her hair!
A tyrant who drowned dissenters in rivers for her bloodsharks to feast on!
Such cruelty... This scheme had to be her doing!
The Ripple Sect Leader seized the narrative, his voice icy. "Qin Luo, if that venomous witch is coercing you, just blink your—"
SMACK!!
"How dare you!"
Before he could finish—
Qin Luo backhanded him across the face.
The Ripple Sect Leader’s head jerked to the side, his pupils twitching violently.
What the—?
Why hit me?!
Qin Luo was genuinely impressed by their mental gymnastics.
Surveying the hopeful gazes of the sect leaders, he sighed. "I think you’ve misunderstood. No one’s threatening me. I’m doing this willingly."
The moment he said this—
Their eyes burned with greater indignation.
Qin Luo claiming he wasn’t forced into villainy?
Impossible!
Since when do good people insist they’re evil?!
Blinded by their own assumptions, they ignored Qin Luo’s usual demeanor—
That kindness, that sincerity, that effortless charisma radiating from him now.
How could such a man be wicked?
He must be suffering in silence, compelled by some unspeakable torment to play the villain.
"Someone like Master Qin would never do this willingly. Now it all makes sense."
"Exactly. The venomous witch must have blackmailed him into this."
"Hmph, didn’t I say anyone resembling the Frostbite Demon was trouble?"
"Master Qin, don’t worry. We won’t make things difficult for you. When that witch arrives, we’ll cooperate and—"
"ENOUGH!!"
A voice, seething with suppressed fury, exploded through the hall.
Every sect leader’s words died in their throats.
The temperature plunged to absolute zero in a millisecond—CRACK!
Frost spiderwebbed across every glass surface.
As ice engulfed the chamber—
A slender yet imperious figure descended through a rift in the shadows!
The suspended shadow tendrils froze into jagged black icicles, refracting her image in every direction.
All movement ceased.
"Go on."
Su Muwan’s footsteps shattered the void, blooming crystalline roses with each step.
Her fists clenched as her glacial gaze swept over the assembly.
"Who exactly is this ‘venomous witch’?"
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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.”
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."
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?”
