"Hahaha! What a blast!! Those trash from the Eastern Celestial Realm! They thought they could unite and attack our Sacred Domain? They didn’t stand a chance!"
"Uh... correction—it was us who launched the Sacred War against the Eastern Celestial Realm."
"Eh, who cares about the details! The point is—"
"All thanks to the Domain Lord and Lord Qin Luo! Come, let’s toast to the Domain Lord!"
"To Master Qin!! And to Lady Su!"
The cultivators raised their cups and drank wildly, not caring as wine splashed onto their robes.
Huo Feng was even more unrestrained, planting one foot on the jade table and tipping a whole wine jar into her mouth.
The liquor streamed down her neck.
She wiped her lips, planted her spear on the ground, and laughed heartily, "After today, the name of our Netherfrost Sacred Domain will shake the heavens!"
"All hail Lady Huo Feng!"
"Long live the Sacred Domain!!"
Cheers surged through the hall like tidal waves.
Huo Feng looked like she was on the verge of tears.
Sniff... This is the life!
Sure, she used to be the almighty Fire Domain Lord, but this kind of life wasn’t so bad either!
High Platform · Throne
Su Muwan lounged lazily on a soft divan.
Her raven-black hair spilled freely as she nibbled on a translucent spirit fruit.
Squinting at the lively crowd below, a smug smile curled at her lips.
"Heh, this is the empire I built!"
Qin Luo sat beside her, glancing at Su Muwan’s expression before chuckling. "My lady, we’ve only just unified the Eastern Celestial Realm, and you’re already acting like a tyrant?"
"At least wait until we conquer the entire cosmos before saying that."
"So what? I’ll be an empress whenever I please!"
Su Muwan huffed and waved her hand dismissively. Then, leaning close to Qin Luo’s ear, she whispered, "Hey, Qin Luo, tonight, should we…"
Before she could finish, Qin Luo covered her mouth, sighing at her mischievous blinking. "My lady, every time you smile like that, trouble follows."
"Mmph!"
Su Muwan glared, swatting his hand away indignantly. "I wasn’t done! I meant, should we call the spirit beasts over?"
"You know, like in those books—after a victory feast, there’s always dancing and performances!"
Qin Luo: "..."
My apologies, my lady.
I misunderstood. I’m the worst.
I actually thought you had something else in mind. My mistake.
But if anyone was the true leader of these spirit beasts…
His gaze drifted to the silver-haired girl crouched in a corner, stuffing her face with spirit fruits.
Xiaobai was munching away, crumbs all over her mouth. Sensing his stare, she looked up blankly, fruit pulp still clinging to her lips.
Qin Luo cleared his throat and beckoned. "Xiaobai! Come here!"
Her ears perked, and in a flash of silver light, she darted to Su Muwan’s feet, blinking up at him with wide eyes.
"Master Qin, you called?"
By now, she’d figured it out—Qin Luo was her master’s favorite human male!
That made him half her master too!
So she’d better listen.
And for some reason, his aura felt... familiar.
So, so familiar.
Like she’d encountered it before—somewhere, sometime, somehow.
In reality.
Qin Luo blinked and said, "Come on, let the little ones in Yunhai put on a talent show for everyone!"
"A talent show?"
Xiaobai tilted her head, then suddenly understood and proudly puffed out her chest. "No need for them! I can perform too!"
"You can?"
"I can breathe fire!"
With that, she took a deep breath—
"Wait! Not inside the hall!!"
Qin Luo quickly grabbed her head.
But it was already too late.
"Whoosh—!!"
A blazing white flame shot out from Xiaobai's mouth.
Whoosh!!
The flames soared upward, burning through half the hall.
The drunken cultivators erupted into wild cheers and applause.
"Great fire! Encore!"
"Encore!!"
Encouraged, Xiaobai wagged her tail excitedly and turned to take another deep breath.
"Enough!"
Su Muwan pinched her mouth shut, gritting her teeth. "I asked you to perform, not demolish the place!"
She was stunned—how could this pet be so dumb?
Who on earth did she take after?
Xiaobai: "Mmmph! (Pouting)"
In a corner of the banquet hall...
"What a bunch of uncouth cultivators."
"Right, Boqi?"
Su Bailian glanced at the noisy center of the commotion and rolled her eyes dramatically.
She slid a piece of steak onto a plate nearby.
Boqi, wearing a napkin, nodded. "Woof!"
After the chaos subsided, Qin Luo raised his hand, unfurling the Ten Thousand Demon Banner. Countless glowing orbs floated at the center of the hall.
Each orb contained "generously donated" techniques, fortunes, and insights.
"Everyone," Qin Luo announced loudly.
"Today’s victory was thanks to your bravery. These spoils shall be distributed based on merit!"
Ouyang Xuan and the others froze.
An awkward silence filled the air.
Qin Luo looked at them in confusion. "What’s wrong?"
"Qin... Master Qin..."
Ouyang Xuan and the other cultivators scratched their heads, looking embarrassed. "We didn’t really contribute much."
"We were just slacking off..."
"We don’t deserve these rewards..."
Oh, that’s all?
Qin Luo waved his hand dismissively, scanning the guilt-ridden crowd before speaking earnestly.
"Everyone!!"
"Do not feel guilty! And do not belittle yourselves!"
"Without you, the Sacred Dominion would not be what it is today!"
"Therefore!"
"Starting today, every cultivator will receive an extra 3,000 spirit energy and 30 Blood Qi Pills per month!"
"Those who advance in cultivation will also receive techniques and treasures!"
"Everyone!"
Qin Luo took a deep breath, raised his wine cup, and shouted, "Today’s glory will not be hoarded by me and the young mistress alone!!"
"And in the future, the world’s karma—you won’t have to share it!"
After all, it would all end up with Su Muwan anyway.
"All you need to do is pledge your loyalty to me and the young mistress!!"
The moment these words were spoken—
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!
The Destiny Tree floating in the heavens trembled violently, as if responding to Qin Luo’s declaration.
The crowd trembled with excitement, tears streaming down their faces.
"Master Qin is wise!!"
"Master Qin! Master Qin!"
"Young Mistress Su! Young Mistress Su!"
"Loyalty!!"
"Loyalty!"
"LOYALTY!! ┓(๑˃̶͈̀ᗨ˂̶͈́)┏!!"
Su Muwan’s eye twitched.
Seriously?
Hadn’t the Sacred Dominion just ascended not long ago?
But whatever.
This was nothing new for Qin Luo.
Below the banquet hall...
Shen Fei wiped his tears: "Brother Luo is still the same as before, always putting us first."
Zhu Lan curled her lips: "Hmph, so what? I’m still the most loyal watchdog by the young mistress’s side."
Nearby, Huang Lingyu, nibbling on a small cake, tilted her head: "Sister Zhu Lan, didn’t you know?"
"Know what?"
"Brother Luo isn’t the young mistress’s follower anymore—he’s her boyfriend now."
"So what if he’s... huh?!"
Zhu Lan’s expression froze.
What?!
Then, she drowned her sorrows in alcohol.
The banquet lasted until late at night, and the crowd gradually dispersed.
Su Muwan wasn’t much of a drinker, but she still had a few sips.
After bidding farewell to everyone, she carried the half-empty jug of wine and dragged Qin Luo to the colossal golden tree that grew atop the sky of the Netherfrost Sacred Domain.
According to Xiaobai, this was called the Tree of Destiny.
A single leaf represented a heaven-defying opportunity.
And yet, this Tree of Destiny was covered in countless leaves.
Su Muwan’s cheeks were flushed.
She pulled Qin Luo to lean against the roots of the Tree of Destiny.
Gazing up at the starry sky, she suddenly sighed.
"Qin Luo."
"Hmm?"
"Do you think... we’re being too arrogant? What if one day, the whole world gangs up on us?"
Qin Luo chuckled and ruffled her hair: "The young mistress is only worrying about this now?"
"Hmph! I’m just being prepared!"
Su Muwan pouted, took another swig of wine, and realized it was the last drop.
Tossing the gourd aside, she suddenly turned and pressed closer to Qin Luo, nestling into his arms with half-lidded eyes.
She murmured,
"But... with you here, I guess there’s nothing to fear."
Under the moonlight, her eyes were clear and bright, reflecting Qin Luo’s face.
Qin Luo quietly watched her, brushing away the traces of wine from her lips before whispering with a soft laugh:
"Mm, I’ll always stay by the young mistress’s side."
"Even if you try to chase me away, I’ll shamelessly cling to you."
Su Muwan blinked, then broke into a radiant smile.
"Good! It’s a promise then!"
"Oh, right! Speaking of staying together, tonight we should..."
"Watch the spirit beasts perform again?"
"What?! No! I mean that! That! Let’s go back and do that!"
A night breeze swept past.
The Tree of Destiny shimmered with flecks of starlight.
A faint silhouette materialized atop its canopy.
Gazing at the retreating figures of Qin Luo and Su Muwan, it murmured to itself.
"A cleaner from the minor worlds..."
"Could you be... the final choice of the Heavenly Dao?"
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."
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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
