Filled with longing and hope,
An Yi invested 20 points of Evil Power into the Puppet Clone.
Then, the system dinged.
Ding! [Puppet Clone] level increased to lv2!
A brilliant light emerged.
The strange wooden puppet in front of An Yi changed.
Its short, round, and plump figure became slender, with faint muscle contours, well-proportioned and not exaggerated.
Its originally comical facial features also transformed into peerless handsomeness.
An Yi marveled at the puppet's extraordinary good looks, but upon closer inspection, he was shocked—this was his own face!
Now, the Puppet Clone possessed an appearance identical to An Yi's.
An Yi looked the puppet up and down.
Not bad, just a bit fake!
He glanced briefly at the description.
[Puppet Clone]
Level: lv2!
Spiritual Power Stage: Spirit Gathering Stage!
Seeing the description, An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.
Lv2, and it's already at the mid Spirit Gathering Stage!
If this continues, lv3 would be the Heavenly Guardian Stage, lv4 the Incarnation Stage, and lv5 at max level would directly reach Deification!
The more An Yi thought about it, the more excited he became. But after checking the Evil Power required for lv3, he instantly calmed down.
What a rip-off!
Go, pour me a cup of tea.
An Yi commanded. After all, it was a free clone, might as well use it.
The Puppet Clone stood up, its limbs stiff, moving like a robot.
When the Puppet Clone brought the water over, An Yi's face darkened.
His spiritual power was draining rapidly, as if hooked up to a pump!
An Yi hurriedly stored the system puppet back into his storage space.
This system is getting more and more idiotic!
Just pouring water consumes so much spiritual power. If he used this Puppet Clone for combat, it would exhaust him to death.
"You, how did you get in here!"
Long Aoxue's astonished voice sounded from within the storage space.
An Yi chuckled lightly: Don't worry, it's fake!
"Liar, it can still move! Take it back!"
Long Aoxue insisted firmly.
No choice. Seeing Long Aoxue wouldn't accept it, An Yi had to recall the clone back into the system.
At that moment, Long Aoxue ran out.
"Wait, why aren't you wearing any clo— oh, you are."
An Yi caught sight of Long Aoxue, who had come out wearing a loose black T-shirt, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
Looking at those fair, slender, beautiful legs, An Yi strongly suspected she was only wearing that black T-shirt and nothing else!
"Why did you come out?" An Yi asked, raising an eyebrow.
Long Aoxue's purple eyes fixed on him: "What's the deal with that blood?"
"Blood?"
An Yi showed a bit of curiosity, then remembered something.
That night at the Heavenly Palace when he reunited with Shangguan Qianqian, during the physical contact with Murong Qinghong, he had casually taken it from her.
Most likely, her bottle was originally meant to be used on him.
Later, An Yi found out this was the Demon Dragon's Blood.
An Yi asked puzzledly: "Is there a problem with the blood?"
Long Aoxue nodded timidly: "I don't know why, but I feel a sense of familiarity from it."
"Familiarity?"
Hearing this, An Yi pondered slightly.
The Demon Dragon's Blood was a sacred object of the Heavenly Palace! There were only three bottles in total.
One bottle had been used as an experimental subject many years ago.
Another bottle was used by Xing Yunjun.
His was the last bottle!
Because of Xing Yunjun's precedent, An Yi was well aware of the danger of this thing and didn't dare to use it recklessly.
Now Long Aoxue said the Demon Dragon's Blood gave her a familiar feeling. Could it be related to Long Aoxue's family?
An Yi silently thought 'my bad,' then cleared his throat and said seriously: "It's all your imagination."
Long Aoxue nodded: "Mm."
Just then, the sound of a door opening was heard.
"Go back!"
An Yi was so startled his hair stood on end, and he quickly said.
However, at that moment, Mu Qingyi had already walked in.
In that split second, Long Aoxue performed a lightning-fast flash dodge and returned to the storage space.
"What did you mean by 'go back'?"
Mu Qingyi frowned slightly, asking curiously.
An Yi coughed lightly, putting on a composed and unruffled demeanor, calmly saying: "You misheard."
Fortunately, Mu Qingyi didn't seem intent on pursuing the matter.
She walked over slowly, a smile curling at the corner of her mouth as she said: "So, what are your plans next?"
As she looked at An Yi, her gaze held a touch of pride.
This was the powerhouse who overthrew the Heavenly Palace! Her man!
"No plans."
An Yi shrugged and said seriously.
Mu Qingyi gave him a sidelong glance: "You've taken down the Heavenly Palace, and you're telling me you have no plans?"
The Heavenly Palace was the strongest force among the Immortal Sects.
Having defeated the Heavenly Palace, with the current Asura Sect's strength, subduing the Immortal Sects wouldn't be particularly difficult.
An Yi was speechless; he really had no plans.
He still had to return to the mortal world.
Mu Qingyi said: "By the way, the Qi Control Sect, the Bai Family, the Hua Family, and the Heavenly Profound Sect have all expressed interest in joining the Asura Sect. What's your take?"
Hearing this, An Yi fell into thought.
These major sects were all more or less connected to his Asura Sect.
Moreover, now that he had actually taken over the Heavenly Palace, he didn't have the energy to manage so much, and Mu Qingyi probably had her hands full too.
An Yi inquired: "What do you think?"
He still wanted to hear Mu Qingyi's suggestion.
Now, every force in the entire Immortal Sects knew the Asura Sect was the big player to cling to, all desperately trying to curry favor.
Mu Qingyi contemplated: "The Qi Control Sect doesn't have many members, but each is an elite. The Bai and Hua Families have always upheld righteous traditions, so they're good choices. As for the Heavenly Profound Sect, they've wanted to join for a while now and have helped the Azure Pavilion multiple times before. I think we can accept them."
"Alright, let them join then." An Yi said with a smile.
Ding! The number of Asura Sect members has reached 5000! Prestige Value +1000! Position Assignment unlocked!
The system voice rang out!
An Yi's expression brightened with delight—there was even a Prestige Value bonus!
Only now did An Yi understand the function of Prestige Value.
The higher the Prestige Value, the stronger the trust and authority the Sect Leader commands over the members... Wait a minute! Then why is that poker-faced guy always so defiant towards him!
Looking at the newly acquired Position Assignment function, An Yi grinned.
Heh, Grand Elder?
Let's see you be a troublemaker now!
Then, his heart full of joy, An Yi looked at the Asura Sect's top-tier elder positions and suddenly realized they were grayed out!
Lin Chen, Bai Xiu, Chen Bing—the elder positions for these three couldn't be changed?
Even including the next level down, Shangguan Qianqian's Vice-Sect Leader position, and Fang Jueming's Chief Disciple position, couldn't be altered either.
Huh, wait, since when did Chen Bing become an elder!
An Yi frowned.
Could it be that this guy appointed himself to the elder position, and then the system just accepted it?
Darn, that's totally possible!
Weren't the positions for Lin Chen and the others just made up back then and then added?
This four-eyed guy really has thick skin!
Aside from them, An Yi could freely assign positions to everyone else.
Hall Masters, twelve positions!
Protectors, eight positions!
Elders (Honorary Advisors), twenty positions!
Looking over, there were plenty of empty seats, all unassigned.
Now the Asura Sect's membership had reached five thousand, which was already a considerable size.
Thinking back now, An Yi felt a bit wistful.
Through all the storms and hardships along the way, he, as the Sect Leader, had really had a tough time!
Next, he should think about how to make these assignments.
Those few who sent him study materials... they'll be key candidates for cultivation!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
