On the arena, Xiao Fei initially seemed passive, but soon, his gaze sharpened.
He formed a hand seal, and the black coffin behind him suddenly swung open, releasing a wave of chilling energy that swept across the battlefield.
This was… the forbidden technique of the Tai Xuan Demon Sect!
Whoosh!
As the technique activated, Xiao Fei vanished from his original position, reappearing behind his opponent in the next instant. With a single palm strike—
The disciple from Qingxia Sect had no time to react. He was sent flying, crashing heavily outside the arena.
"Instant knockout!"
Yan Qiuyue gasped in shock.
But that wasn’t all.
In the following matches, Xiao Fei displayed overwhelming dominance.
Whether it was sword cultivators, body refiners, or spellcasters, none could last more than three moves against him.
Qin Luo smirked slightly.
Well, that’s fitting for a protagonist’s arc. After all, aren’t protagonists the type to shout—"Come at me all at once"?
Boom!
Below the arena.
As Xiao Fei’s black coffin shattered the fifth opponent’s protective aura, Qin Luo suddenly turned his head. "What do you think of this match, Young Miss?"
"Full of flaws."
Su Muwan curled her lips. "If I were him, I’d have locked the opponent’s Ren Meridian with the coffin’s Yin energy by the third move."
As if hearing her commentary, Xiao Fei abruptly shifted tactics. The sinister energy surging from the black coffin coiled precisely around his opponent’s ankle.
"See?"
Su Muwan lifted her chin. "Should’ve done that earlier."
Qin Luo blinked.
[Young Miss, could you not blatantly reveal your knowledge of the Tai Xuan Demon Sect’s techniques?]
[Even if all the sect leaders here are allies, at least pretend a little.]
Su Muwan heard Qin Luo’s inner voice and froze momentarily.
Then she cleared her throat lightly.
[I forgot… Watching them fight is so tedious, I’m practically bored…]
[Don’t worry, there’ll be chances for you to step in later.]
[? Wasn’t I just here as a mascot? Now I have to fight too?]
[Absolutely.]
As expected.
Xiao Fei ultimately achieved a one-versus-five victory, securing the first win for the Tai Xuan Demon Sect.
"Xiao Fei’s performance was outstanding. It seems the Tai Xuan Demon Sect’s strength shouldn’t be underestimated," Qin Luo summarized.
"Indeed. His combat style is crisp and highly entertaining," Yan Qiuyue added with a smile.
"Passable."
Su Muwan remained haughty as ever. "But if it were me, the fight would’ve been over twice as fast."
"Young Miss Su is as confident as ever," Qin Luo teased.
"Skill speaks for itself," Su Muwan replied coolly.
The live chat exploded again:
[I love Su Muwan’s attitude!]
[She’s just… I can’t even…!!!]
[So arrogant! But that’s exactly why I adore her!]
[The chemistry between Qin Luo and Su Muwan is off the charts! Any insiders know if they’re together?]
[Are you serious? Of course not! Young Miss Su is clearly a career-driven woman. Men? Just distractions from her cultivation!]
Career-driven woman?
Me?
Su Muwan couldn’t help straightening her posture proudly.
She’d worried her icy demeanor might be off-putting, but now… it seemed the audience loved it.
Finally!
Fortune favors the bold!
Su Muwan actually had fans now!!
[In that case, I’ll drop the act—I adore Master Qin! I’d kill for his autograph… Maybe even hold his delicate hand…]
Nonsense! Those hands are mine!
Su Muwan rolled her eyes. While her reputation had soared, it also meant more rivals eyeing Qin Luo.
But no matter.
Maintaining her composed facade, Su Muwan inwardly gloated:
Hehe…
What you all dream of… is something I get to toy with every night. How unfortunate for you~~
Just then, the live chat erupted again:
[Quick! Check Arena 77!! Little Lian is up!!]
Su Bailian? With her level of cultivation, how is she fighting?
Curious, Su Muwan pulled up the feed for Arena 77.
Arena 77 hosted a match between the Taichu Holy Land and the Xuanyang Sect.
On the icy battlefield, scorch marks from the previous fight still lingered. The Taichu Holy Land’s first combatant knelt, clutching his chest—
He’d just had three ribs shattered by the Xuanyang Sect’s fire prodigy, his sword tassel reduced to ashes.
"I-I’m sorry…"
The young disciple coughed blood, glancing toward the preparation area. "I’ve disgraced our sect…"
"It’s alright."
Su Bailian rose, cradling her spirit beast, Pochi. Her gauzy skirt brushed against the disciple’s bloodstained robes as she spoke, her voice soft as spring water. "You’ve done your best, Senior Brother. Leave the rest… to Lianlian."
The chat went wild:
[Little Lian, don’t go! The Xuanyang Sect’s Blazing Sun Art is brutal!]
[She’s even carrying her spirit beast—how is she supposed to fight?!]
[Is Taichu Holy Land insane? Sending a mere Initiate Realm mascot to her death?]
The next moment, when that delicate figure floated onto the arena, even Zhou Yan, the Xuanyang Sect’s top disciple, was stunned speechless.
The blazing heavy sword "Chixiao" in his hand nearly slipped from his grasp: "Is the Supreme Beginning Holy Land so desperate they sent a porcelain doll to fight?"
Su Bailian seemed startled by his words, her shoulders trembling slightly.
She lowered her head, stroking Boqi's soft fur, her eyelashes glistening with unshed tears: "Senior Brother Zhou is right... Lianlian is indeed weak in cultivation... But with our sect in peril, how could Lianlian back down?"
As she looked up, the cameras perfectly captured a teardrop hanging precariously on her lashes: "Please... go easy on me, Senior Brother Zhou."
Buzz—!!
Zhou Yan's sword froze mid-swing.
He'd faced sneaky tricks and desperate fighters, but never someone who brought a pet onto the arena and started crying.
Just as he hesitated whether to cast the weakest fireball spell—
"Aiyo!" A delicate cry rang out—Su Bailian had tripped over the icy patterns on the stage.
Her gauzy skirt fluttered like water as she fell, and Boqi seized the chance to leap from her arms straight at Zhou Yan.
Instinctively, Zhou Yan swung his sword to block. The embers stirred by his blade licked Boqi's tail, causing the snowy fluffball to yowl: "Awoo!"
"Boqi!!"
Su Bailian crawled forward on her knees, cradling her spirit beast's singed tail with trembling hands. Tears pattered onto the ice like raindrops.
"It's all Lianlian's fault... I couldn't protect you..."
Hiss!!
"I... I didn't mean to..."
Zhou Yan's grip on his sword began to shake.
He hadn't even released a shred of sword energy, yet now he looked like some alleyway pet-abusing thug.
Worse still, hundreds of drones suddenly swarmed toward him, their lenses capturing Su Bailian's tear-streaked face and the convulsing creature in her arms.
The live audience erupted in jeers:
"Monster! How dare you hurt Boqi?!"
"Zhou Yan, get out of the cultivation world!"
"What's Zhou Yan's Douyin handle?!"
"Don't cry, Xiao Lianlian! Mama's gonna crowdfund you a protective artifact!"
The Xuanyang Sect's lead senior brother sneered. "The strong rule in the cultivation world. Since the Supreme Beginning Holy Land insists on sending out this decorative piece, don't blame us for being ruthless!"
"Junior Brother, ignore the noise. Finish her off—"
Before he could finish—
"I forfeit!!!"
Zhou Yan suddenly slammed Chixiao into the ice, the impact splitting his own palm.
Then he turned to the weeping Su Bailian, unable to stop himself from comforting her: "Junior Sister Lianlian... take your spirit beast to heal."
With that, he leapt off the stage, leaving the Xuanyang Sect disciples utterly bewildered.
Wait—
You're surrendering just like that?!
Su Bailian wiped her tears and rose gracefully, offering Zhou Yan's retreating figure a deep bow: "Thank you for your mercy, Senior Brother Zhou... You're truly kind. Lianlian will never forget this!"
Back turned, Zhou Yan felt an inexplicable warmth bloom in his chest at her words.
He rubbed his nose sheepishly. "I... I'm kind..."
"Pretty sure Lianlian has a Douyin account... Gotta follow her..."
The Xuanyang Sect members stared at him in unison: ?
......
Meanwhile—
Crack!!!
The teacup beside Su Muwan shattered from sheer vibration.
She gaped.
Seriously?!
What kind of demonic bullshit was this?!
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?”
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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."
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.”
