Lianlian's character design drawing, generated by AI. Sorry about that.
Lianlian's character design drawing, generated by AI. Sorry about that.
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According to Qin Luo's idea, if only the fated ones of the small world could participate in the world war.
Then...
Couldn't he just use the Seal of Fate to certify himself and Su Muwan as fated ones?
But there was a problem at present.
Qin Luo spread out his palm, held the Seal of Fate, and under Su Muwan's curious gaze.
Plop!
He pressed it on Su Muwan's head.
[The current target has too much bad luck and is out of the scope of a fated one.]
Qin Luo sighed, "Just as I thought."
Su Muwan: ?
What?
Su Muwan was shocked. She hugged her head and looked at Qin Luo speechlessly, "Are you speaking some kind of anime language?"
"Obviously not."
Qin Luo took back the Seal of Fate, looked at Su Muwan with a smiling expression, and said, "Since things have come to this, let's first wash away the bad luck for you, young lady."
It wasn't just them who had ascended from the small world.
There were also... many fated ones!
A moment later.
A group of fated ones rushed into the Sacred Domain Hall.
They stood in a row in the hall and shouted in unison at the person sitting on the throne, "Long live the Palace Master! Long live! Long live!"
"Long live the Palace Master! Long live! Long live!"
"Long live the Palace Master! Long live! Long live!"
Wow!
Others might not know, but Su Muwan was over the moon.
Heheh~~ Hahaha~~ Heheh~~ Jie jie jie!
Su Muwan sat on the throne, and the corners of her mouth just wouldn't stop rising.
There was a time when she was called a venomous woman by everyone.
But now, she was actually ruling and reigning?
But what was going on now?
Qin Luo stood aside and stepped forward like a scheming advisor.
He glanced at the fated ones below. They were all full of good fortune.
No wonder they were the ones who had survived until the end in the small world.
Thinking about it, he raised his hand and waved, "Heaven's Fate Transfer Technique! Activate!"
In an instant.
Countless golden threads made of good fortune rushed out from the fated ones one after another.
Boom!
A huge torrent of good fortune gathered into a whirlpool in Qin Luo's palm, instantly stirring up the clouds at the top of the Sacred Domain.
A huge spiritual being deep in the clouds slightly raised her eyes, looking surprised.
Interesting.
What was the purpose of gathering so much good fortune?
Could it be that the domain master here had discovered her existence and was trying to offer the good fortune to her?
But there was too much. Even she would need hundreds of years to absorb it.
But since they were offering it, then she would protect this Sacred Domain for a thousand years.
As this thought came to her, the sky and earth changed.
It was a sign that the oath had been made, and the spiritual being had to protect this place for a thousand years before she could leave.
Then.
She yawned and happily waited for the good fortune to be brought to her.
After all, she couldn't think of anyone else who could absorb so much good fortune other than herself.
Inside the hall.
Su Muwan was blinking her eyes.
She didn't know what Qin Luo was doing.
Qin Luo, on the other hand, controlled the torrent of good fortune and turned to look at Su Muwan beside him.
He pointed his left hand like a sword, and with the whirlpool of good fortune, he pressed it against her forehead.
Hum!
Thousands of golden threads instantly disappeared into Su Muwan's body, wandering under her fair skin like glowing veins.
Qin Luo opened his Heavenly Eye and stared intently.
It was the same as when he had previously infused good fortune into Su Muwan.
One after another, the golden threads rushed straight towards the black fortune around Su Muwan like ink.
As soon as they came into contact, they erupted into a battle like in a gladiatorial arena.
The golden fortune and the black fortune intertwined and fought with each other.
The final winner would be decided.
And this time was different from before.
Previously, it was only Ling Yu's good fortune, but this time, it was the combined good fortune of all the fated ones in the small world!
So...
The dense black threads on Su Muwan's body were quickly eliminated almost without any resistance.
Qin Luo clenched his fist, his eyes showing a hint of excitement.
It worked.
Sure enough, it was possible.
His idea was right!
By using the Heaven's Fate Transfer Technique, he could extract the good fortune of the fated ones and then transfer it to Su Muwan.
In this way, he could wash away the black fortune on her body.
In this way, Su Muwan could be freed from the fate of a great villain.
As time passed, the speed at which the black threads were being washed away gradually slowed down.
Until the last bit of good fortune entered Su Muwan's body.
The black fortune on her body had decreased a little, and in its place, there were dozens of pure white threads.
The cleansing was successful!
Although there were still an overwhelming number of black fortune threads.
But it was better than nothing.
Qin Luo then took out the Seal of Fate.
Plop!
He stamped it on Su Muwan's head.
Su Muwan: ?
[Detected a person with the "Fated Villain" fate. Certified as the "Fated Villain with Good Fortune".]
[All fated ones in the world are enemies of this fate.]
This time, it was a success.
But it didn't seem like a complete success.
Thinking about it, Qin Luo coughed lightly, "Young lady, there's good news and bad news."
Su Muwan, hearing this, asked suspiciously, "The good news."
"Good news, young lady. You've whitewashed your image a bit. At least you don't seem like a walking bad - luck machine anymore."
"? What a strange way to put it. Then what's the bad news?"
"The bad news is..."
Qin Luo shrugged and said, "As before, young lady, you're still at odds with the whole world."
"? "
What the heck?
Su Muwan was speechless, but not extremely so.
After all, she was already used to it.
Well, since things had come to this...
Su Muwan sat upright on the throne carved from ice crystals, her hands folded on her knees, and her chin slightly raised, putting on a majestic look.
Her ice - blue eyes swept over the crowd standing below, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, showing a smug smile.
"Your Majesty, if there are matters to report, speak up; if not, dismiss the court."
She cleared her throat, her voice clear and loud, with a touch of feigned majesty.
That's right! Forget about all these things!
Let this young lady experience what it's like to be an emperor first!
Hearing this, the people with heavenly destinies blinked their eyes.
Then...
They shouted out all at once.
"Palace Master! Although the spiritual energy in the Sacred Region is abundant, there are too few types of spiritual herbs in the spiritual herb garden! We can't even refine the most basic body - quenching pills!"
"Palace Master! There is a serious shortage of refining materials in the Sacred Region! I can't even forge a decent magical tool!"
"There is no defensive formation in the Sacred Region!!"
So far, it was still somewhat normal.
Then...
"There is no place to eat in the Sacred Region!! My Pinhaofan restaurant is gone!"
"No spiritual beast garden!"
"No game arcade..."
"No entertainment venues..."
"Woof! (No more steaks)"
"The supermarket turned to powder during the ascension!"
"Woof! (No more steaks)"
"Palace Master, there's no signal for my phone! I can't brush Douyin anymore!"
"Woof! (No more steaks)"
"Sister Su... Lianlian's beauty salon is also gone..."
What the...?
Su Muwan originally thought there wouldn't be any problems.
But now, hearing all this, she was immediately dizzy.
Her brain couldn't handle so much information at once and was about to explode.
But she still caught the key points.
"What?! No signal for the phone?!"
"The supermarket is gone? Then what about my snacks?!"
Su Muwan quickly turned her gaze to Qin Luo and wailed, "Luo Luo! Hurry up and think of a way, waaaaah!!"
Hearing this, Qin Luo smiled helplessly. He knew this would happen.
After all, the small world had been shattered and reorganized after the ascension.
Naturally, some things that didn't exist in the great thousand world were gone.
However, he still rubbed Su Muwan's head. Well, it felt as good as before.
"Okay, young lady."
Well, it's time to transform the Sacred Region.
The spiritual beasts waiting to eat in the sea of clouds: ???
Where is my good fortune?
Why has it disappeared all of a sudden?
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
【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.)
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?!
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.”
