The method to develop this tribe was actually quite simple.
It wasn’t about progressing step by step toward civilization.
Nor was it about using spiritual energy to repair houses.
Instead, it relied on the purest... power of faith!
Qin Luo stood at the center of the altar, a golden halo suspended in his palm.
This was the faith he had gathered from the primitive tribe.
Within the halo, the devout faces of the tribesmen could faintly be seen, their prayers transforming into golden threads that coiled around Qin Luo’s fingertips.
"The power of faith is truly profound," Qin Luo murmured to himself. He had already grasped its mysteries through this energy.
With enough faith, he could even fulfill any wish!
Without hesitation, he waved his hand lightly, adopting a deliberately solemn tone.
The next moment, the halo dispersed into countless tiny specks of light, scattering across every corner of the tribe.
Instantly, the crude thatched huts were enveloped in golden radiance.
The rough walls gradually smoothed out, the thatched roofs replaced by sturdy spirit wood. The entire tribe seemed to have been reborn.
A crowd of people knelt reverently on the ground, their eyes brimming with tears as they cried out in awe.
"The deity has manifested! The deity has manifested!"
"A miracle! This is a miracle!"
Su Muwan sat to the side, holding a spirit fruit in her hand.
She took a bite, her eyes sparkling as she watched the scene unfold.
Though she had learned from the information in her mind that the power of faith was extraordinary, this... was beyond belief!
After all, even in the vast world she came from, she had never seen anyone wield such power!
Even Huo Feng, the Domain Lord of the Fire Domain, had never mentioned such an ability.
So...
Su Muwan crunched into the spirit fruit again, tilting her head in confusion.
Had this power not been passed down to their era?
What had happened in between?
Yet, from what she knew, hadn’t their era also spoken of the power of faith?
Su Muwan didn’t understand, but she didn’t dwell on it too deeply.
Xiaobai sat beside her, also munching on spirit fruit—it seemed these foods provided significant benefits for it.
Qin Luo’s gaze swept over the devout tribesmen before him, and he nodded in satisfaction.
The housing issue was resolved.
To ensure that he and Su Muwan could live comfortably here, he had specifically constructed a larger standalone villa.
He had even spent some faith energy to create modern conveniences like water heaters and showers—things that didn’t exist in this era.
Next...
Qin Luo glanced at the land around them.
This place was at the edge of the jungle.
According to the old shaman, their land hadn’t always been like this.
But after the tribe lost most of its warriors while hunting ancient beasts, the offerings to the Ancient Serpent Deity dwindled.
As a result, the land was cursed, leading the tribe toward ruin.
With a snap of his fingers, Qin Luo set things in motion.
The earth trembled, and the cracked, barren soil transformed into fertile ground, saturated with dense spiritual energy.
The power of faith scattered like countless tiny sparks, landing on the land.
Fields of spirit crops sprouted from the earth, spirit herbs and medicinal plants growing rapidly, their fragrant aroma filling the air.
Su Muwan swallowed hard. "This works too?"
Qin Luo clapped his hands and chuckled. "The power of faith can nurture all things. These spirit fields will become the foundation of our tribe."
"With these herbs and plants, the ancient cultivators of the tribe will progress much faster in their training."
Su Muwan blinked, then suddenly realized something. "Does that mean I can eat spirit fruits every day now? No more waiting for them to bring some back from the jungle?"
Qin Luo sighed in amusement. "Miss, your priorities are a bit skewed... but yes, I suppose so."
This move once again sent the tribesmen into a frenzy of celebration.
What was happening?
They had switched deities, and suddenly, life had taken a turn for the better?
But it didn’t stop there.
With housing and land settled, Qin Luo moved on to the next phase—implementing a full set of modern systems.
Tribal formations, defensive formations, offensive formations—he installed them all.
By the time the sunset dyed the sea of clouds red, the tribe had been completely revitalized.
Throughout this process, while using faith energy to boost the tribe’s prosperity, Qin Luo also ensured that the believers’ faith was replenished in return.
And faith energy had another use.
He gathered the ten most talented tribesmen in the newly constructed training grounds.
Originally, they relied on spirit cores for cultivation—or rather, they improved their strength by replacing them with more powerful cores.
But this time...
Qin Luo waved his hand, and the power of faith dispersed into countless specks, merging into their bodies.
Instantly, the cultivators’ auras surged.
Their physiques were already extraordinary, their bodies containing vast reserves of spiritual energy like hidden backup power sources.
Now, under Qin Luo’s faith energy, they converted that energy directly into cultivation.
In a single moment, their strength skyrocketed from nothing—all ten of them breaking through to the Supreme Realm.
Meanwhile, Qin Luo’s faith energy was completely depleted.
"This... this is divine power?!" one of the tribesmen exclaimed, staring at his hands in disbelief as he felt the overwhelming strength coursing through him.
Qin Luo smiled.
With the physique of ancient people and the systematic cultivation methods of later generations, each of these warriors could now hold off an army alone.
But this was still absurd—if the people of this barbaric era trained properly, their starting point was the Supreme Realm...
Thinking this, he declared, "Your devout prayers have brought you this power."
"From today onward, you must protect the tribe and uphold the faith."
The tribesmen dropped to their knees, fervently chanting, "We pledge our lives to the deity!"
Heavens!
Back when they worshipped the Ancient Serpent Deity, they starved nine times out of three and lived in constant fear of divine punishment.
But now?
Sob... Deity! We will follow you for the rest of our lives!
Just as Qin Luo finished all this...
Su Muwan stretched lazily and yawned at him. "Alright, Luo Luo, we’ve been busy all day. Shouldn’t we head back to our new home and rest... Hm?"
Mid-sentence, she froze, noticing a white glow emanating from Qin Luo’s body. "Qin Luo, you’re glowing..."
Qin Luo looked down, then at her. "Miss, so are you..."
"Eh??" Su Muwan blinked. "Does that mean...?"
Qin Luo nodded. "We’ve completed the plot progression. We can go back now."
"Wait, already? What did we even do?"
"No idea."
The next second—
Whoosh!
The two vanished in a flash of white light.
......
......
The Frostbound Holy Domain.
A silver-haired girl sat atop a sea of clouds.
She lay back, gazing at the starry sky, her eyes filled with nostalgia.
"Master..." she murmured to herself. "The current Lord of the Frostbound Holy Domain is just like you back then..."
"Way too arrogant..."
"But tall trees catch the wind. In tomorrow’s Holy Domain War, the Frostbound Holy Domain will be besieged by the others."
"It seems... I’ll have to step in."
【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.)
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
