Three days later.
Tianling Mansion.
A streak of light soared from the distance, carrying a hint of grace and urgency.
Tap.
Mu Xueyi landed steadily, holding a box of handmade pastries in her hand, her expression a mix of anticipation and faint shyness.
She glanced down at the wooden box in her hands, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as images of her senior brother Qin Luo tasting the treats flashed through her mind.
"Will he... like them?"
Mu Xueyi murmured to herself, her cheeks tinged pink.
She thought of her recent progress in cultivation and the admiration she had long held for her senior brother, letting her imagination run wild—
Perhaps this time, he might say something special to her?
Maybe even praise her cooking skills?
Or... could it be like in those novels, where he suddenly realizes his feelings and shows her a tender side?
After all, neither of them had a partner.
They were both... first-timers.
Ah, pure love... truly wonderful.
Just as she was lost in her sweet daydreams, a crisp voice suddenly called out from behind:
"Oh? Su Bailian? What are you doing here?"
???
Whose voice was that?
Mu Xueyi snapped back to reality, her body stiffening for a moment before she slowly turned around.
However, when she saw the person standing there, she froze in place.
Before her stood a woman with an alluring figure, skin as pale as snow, and an air of cold elegance in her features.
But what shocked Mu Xueyi the most was the overwhelming aura of frost radiating from the woman—
A bone-chilling cold so pure it seemed capable of freezing everything in existence, identical to the legendary Frost Demon!
The Frost... Demon?!
She escaped?!
No, what about Master?
No...
Mu Xueyi's breathing grew slightly ragged.
Most importantly—where was her senior brother?
"You..."
Mu Xueyi's voice trembled as she tightened her grip on the wooden box, her pupils shrinking. "Why are you in my senior brother's residence?!"
Su Muwan blinked in surprise, then looked Mu Xueyi up and down with amusement.
She quickly realized this must be the "little junior sister who looks like Su Bailian" Qin Luo had mentioned before.
Raising an eyebrow, she teased deliberately, "Oh, so you're the junior sister? No wonder you're so concerned about Luo Luo."
Ugh, can anyone understand?
Three days. Three days without a phone.
Whoever wants to stay in this damn ancient era can stay!
No phones, no TV, no entertainment.
Only a ghost could endure this!
Anyway, after refining some fortuitous encounter and feeling bloated, Su Muwan had been wandering around Tianling Mansion.
But this must be Su Bailian's ancestor, right?
Su Muwan found it amusing. Tsk tsk.
Who would’ve thought Su Bailian’s ancestor would look so prim and proper?
How did Su Bailian end up such a scheming little viper?
Wait, why does this woman look so pale...
!!
Mu Xueyi had no time for Su Muwan’s teasing—her attention was entirely fixated on the other woman’s chilling aura.
As someone who had lived through the ravages of the Great Demon Era, she had witnessed, even participated in, the battles against the Frost Demon!
That demoness had brought calamity to the world, slaughtering countless lives, her power capable of freezing an entire continent!
And now, this woman not only carried the same aura but was standing brazenly in her senior brother’s residence...
"Could it be..."
Mu Xueyi’s pupils constricted, her unease rapidly swelling into towering fury. "Demoness! What have you done to my senior brother?!"
Without waiting for an answer, she unsheathed her Demon-Slaying Sword in a flash, icy energy swirling around her as murderous intent surged toward Su Muwan.
Su Muwan stared blankly. "Hey, hey, wait! You’ve got the wrong person, lady! I’m not some demoness, I just—"
Before she could finish, Mu Xueyi’s blade was already descending.
A frigid sword aura, sharp enough to freeze the air into tiny ice crystals, slashed toward her.
"Hmph! Spare me your lies!"
Mu Xueyi’s voice was icy, her eyes burning with rage. "A demoness is a demoness! That face of yours—I’d recognize it anywhere!"
"And you dare trespass into my senior brother’s residence? You must be plotting something!"
"Tell me! What have you done to him?!"
Clang!
Su Muwan hastily raised her hand to block, releasing her own frost energy in defense.
As their powers clashed, the temperature in Tianling Mansion plummeted, the ground instantly coated in thick frost.
"Hey! What’s with the attitude? What do you mean ‘this face’?!"
Su Muwan parried while fuming. "I’m not the demoness you’re talking about!"
"Su Bailian’s ancestor, don’t push me or I’ll have to teach you a lesson!"
But Mu Xueyi wasn’t buying it.
To her, these flimsy excuses were nothing but attempts to cover up the truth.
She had already decided—this woman was the Frost Demon, and she would not let her escape!
"Enough nonsense, demoness! Die!"
With a sharp cry, Mu Xueyi channeled all her power into her sword, the blade erupting in a dazzling blue light like a frozen moon hanging in the sky.
She lunged forward, her sword tearing through the air, leaving trails of ice in its wake.
Su Muwan sighed inwardly.
Seriously?
Couldn’t we just sit down and talk over tea?
Fine.
Taking a deep breath, Su Muwan didn’t dodge the incoming strike.
Instead, she raised a single pinky finger.
Clang!!!
A violent shockwave erupted.
"What?!"
Mu Xueyi’s pupils trembled in disbelief as she stared at her full-powered strike—blocked by a single pinky.
No... by the fingernail of a pinky?!
No, no, no!!
Her gaze snapped to Su Muwan’s smug smile, and her fury boiled over.
"Die! Die!!"
Clang! Clang! Clang!!!
Mu Xueyi swung her sword wildly, but every strike was effortlessly deflected by Su Muwan’s pinky.
While blocking, Su Muwan chuckled. "Tsk tsk, if Su Bailian had your strength, she wouldn’t have needed to be such a schemer."
"Shut up!"
Mu Xueyi gnashed her teeth, her attacks growing fiercer. "Su Bailian this, Su Bailian that! My name is Mu Xueyi!!"
"Today, I will rid my senior brother of you, you scourge!"
Boom!!
An even more overwhelming aura burst from her as she poured every ounce of killing intent into her strikes.
"Demoness, prepare to—"
Before she could finish—
"Miss Su."
A calm voice cut through the tension.
Qin Luo’s figure appeared on the scene.
Mu Xueyi’s face lit up with joy—only to freeze in shock the next moment.
Because before her eyes...
Qin Luo actually walked over to the woman she regarded as a demoness, his gaze gentle and tinged with a hint of indulgence.
His tone was as tender as if he were speaking to his beloved: "Why did you sneak out?"
"And even picked a fight with Su Bailian's ancestor."
Su Muwan also found the situation utterly ridiculous. She retracted her pinky finger, blew on her nails, and then snorted lightly. "This young lady was bored, so I came out for a stroll. But Su Bailian's ancestor started bullying me without a word."
"Luo Luo, ancient people are way too violent!"
Su Muwan clung to Qin Luo’s side, complaining nonstop.
Hearing this, Qin Luo glanced at Mu Xueyi with a strange expression before turning back to Su Muwan. He leaned in and whispered, "Young Mistress, have you forgotten? In this world, you’re the Frostbite Demoness..."
Su Muwan: "........?"
She blinked. Oh. Right.
Meanwhile—
Buzz—!
Mu Xueyi watched the intimate pair, her face instantly turning deathly pale.
Her eyes darted between Qin Luo and Su Muwan, who was pressed close to him.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, her mind blank.
"Shi... shixiong..."
"You and this demoness..."
Her voice wavered like a fragile lily in the wind: "What is your relationship?"

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?!

【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.)

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

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.”