In the courtyard of the Su Family Villa, sunlight bathed the grounds, and the air carried faint ripples of spiritual energy.
Su Muwan was enthusiastically testing her newly acquired abilities after breaking through to the peak of the True Spirit Realm.
She stood at the center of the courtyard, while Qin Luo lounged in a reclining chair nearby, propping his chin on his hand as he watched her.
The next moment—
With a grand flourish, Su Muwan raised her hand and shouted, "Come forth!! Thrones!!"
Boom!
As spiritual energy surged, twelve frost-covered thrones abruptly materialized in the air above the courtyard.
Each throne was woven from pure icy energy and sword intent, hovering midair, exuding an aura of cold majesty.
Even more astonishing, from these thrones descended twelve spectral clones, each bearing Su Muwan’s exact face but dressed in wildly different attire:
Some wore ornate ancient court robes, others draped in flowing gauze dresses, and a few even sported form-fitting battle leather armor.
Their movements were graceful yet playful, as though twelve distinct versions of Su Muwan had descended at once.
"Luo Luo~"
One of the clones, clad in red, was the first to pounce on Qin Luo, clinging to his arm like a spoiled child. "I want strawberry cake!"
"Hmph!"
Another clone in a blue dress shoved the red one aside. "Strawberry cake? Ice cream is way better!"
Soon, the other clones swarmed around him, chattering all at once:
"I want new shoes!"
"Buy me a pearl necklace!"
"Take me shopping!"
Faced with this sudden "siege," Qin Luo could only offer a helpless smile.
While trying to placate the noisy clones, he searched for an escape. "Young Mistress, had enough fun? We’ve got business to attend to."
At his words, the twelve clones instantly fell silent, their eyes locking onto him in unison.
Even Su Muwan’s main body stopped controlling the clones, blinking in confusion. "What business? Didn’t we just get back? Why do we have to do more stuff already…?"
Her voice dripped with complaint, her face scrunched in displeasure.
The clones mirrored her expression, staring at Qin Luo with pitiful eyes, as if a single wrong word would trigger a collective meltdown.
Qin Luo sighed and ruffled Su Muwan’s hair. "I captured a T0-level protagonist. This person is a 'Yi Zi,' and their fate is tied to the Great Thousand Worlds..."
"Hey! Don’t just drop random lore like that!"
Su Muwan’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What’s a 'Yi Zi'? What’s the 'Great Thousand Worlds'? What are you even talking about?!"
Qin Luo’s eye twitched. "Young Mistress, didn’t Doctor Ya explain this when we visited the mental hospital? Anyone with over a million units of destiny energy is called a 'Yi Zi.'"
"Oh… right…"
Seeing her hesitation, Qin Luo smiled reassuringly. "Don’t worry. Just follow my lead and play your part."
"Use your best villain act—make them think we’re the bad guys."
"First of all, I’m not a villain!" Su Muwan shot to her feet, hands on her hips, glaring at him. "Second! This whole mess was your scheming! So why does everyone think I’m the mastermind?!"
Honestly, sometimes Su Muwan wondered—
Was Qin Luo the reason she kept getting misunderstood?
"So, are you coming, Young Mistress?"
"Hmph! Where… where to?"
"Oh, right, I forgot to mention. Inside the Bronze Gate, I’ve set up a base for the Shadow Garden."
"?! How many more secrets are you hiding from me?!"
"Young Mistress, what can I say? You were asleep every time I did this stuff..."
"Ahem..."
Meanwhile.
In the Great Thousand Worlds, within the Linglong Heavenly Domain.
A majestic palace towered above the sea of clouds, surrounded by countless floating islands, each shrouded in dense spiritual energy, resembling a celestial paradise.
This was the heart of Empress Linglong’s dominion.
A figure sat upon the jade throne at the palace’s center, draped in regal violet-gold robes, a radiant star gem embedded in her forehead. Her long, ink-black hair cascaded to her waist, exuding an aura of noble elegance.
Yet, her gaze betrayed unease, her slender fingers tapping the armrest as if pondering something grave.
This was none other than Empress Linglong!
"Your Majesty, still thinking about that person from the lower world?"
A low voice spoke from behind her.
Empress Linglong nodded faintly, not turning. "Xu Tun’s death line has been completely severed. He will inevitably ascend to the Great Thousand Worlds now."
"But something feels… off."
"Though I’ve laid out every preparation, an inexplicable dread lingers."
"For instance… the opportunity I arranged for him—he hasn’t seized it yet."
The attendant stepped closer, bowing respectfully. "Your Majesty need not worry. With your wisdom and power, no unforeseen event is beyond your control."
"Besides, that lower world is but one of our chessboards. Even if something goes awry, it’s merely the loss of a single piece."
Empress Linglong shook her head, her voice tinged with complexity. "You don’t understand. Xu Tun is no ordinary piece."
"He is my… never mind."
Her words trailed off as she lifted her gaze to the distant sky, a flicker of worry in her eyes.
Xu Tun… forgive me.
If I didn’t do this, you would surely perish in that lower world.
For our future… I had to reforge your fate.
——
A sharp, icy chill shot up his spine.
Xu Tun’s eyes snapped open.
Before him stretched an unfamiliar hall, its ceiling arched like a dome. The dark stone bricks were inlaid with countless faintly glowing shadow runes, casting an eerie blue light.
The entire space was thick with a stifling, sinister atmosphere, as though the air itself had congealed under some unseen force.
At the center stood a massive round stone table, its surface swirling with dark energy.
Crimson drapes hung along the walls, each embroidered with grotesque ghostly faces.
Their hollow eyes seemed to follow his every move, sending shivers down his spine.
But what truly unsettled Xu Tun were the figures stationed at the hall’s four corners.
Cloaked in black, their faces hidden beneath hoods, only their eerie, glowing eyes were visible.
Their presence exuded a bone-chilling menace, like specters from the abyss, stirring instinctive fear.
"Where… is this?"
Xu Tun’s voice was a dry rasp, as though scraped from his throat.
He tried to recall everything that had happened before losing consciousness, but only fragmented images flashed through his mind:
Qin Luo’s mocking smirk, Tao Tao’s disappointed gaze, and the sudden appearance of the Shadow Garden operatives…
!!!!
At this thought, a surge of fury and humiliation welled up in his chest.
"Why?! Why did you betray me?!"
"Why did you frame me?!"
In his past life, he had been backstabbed by the woman he trusted and loved most, leading to his rebirth.
In this life, he saved Tao Tao, only to be betrayed by her again!
Then, the Martial Arts Alliance branded him as a member of the Shadow Garden without even hearing his side!
To make things worse, the Shadow Garden themselves stepped in to deepen the misunderstanding!
Why, why, why?!
Why does this always happen to me?!
Struggling to his feet, his legs trembled weakly from disuse.
But when he tried to take a step, he found his ankle tightly bound by a shadowy chain, rendering him immobile.
Great. Now he was a prisoner. Things just kept getting worse.
Xu Tun had officially hit his breaking point.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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."
【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.)
