"Grandma, is there any way?"
Yue Ling gazed quietly at the young man lying still on the altar, gently asking the old woman.
At first, seeing no sign of the Divine Child waking, she thought he was dead.
But based on all the clues, the Divine Child was merely in a deep slumber.
The old woman’s face was grim.
She was the priestess of the Moon Clan, now on the brink of extinction. She had to find a new direction for salvation.
The appearance of the Divine Child was undoubtedly a turning point.
"Yue Ling, next..."
Grandma stared at Yue Ling, but the words that followed refused to leave her lips.
Yue Ling’s delicate frame trembled. She seemed to understand the priestess’s intention.
To offer her as a sacrifice, to awaken the Divine Child.
"I... I am willing!"
Yue Ling’s voice quivered as crystal tears rolled down her cheeks.
The priestess’s eyes filled with tears, her voice hoarse as she said, "Yue Ling, you have suffered so much."
"Grandma..."
Yue Ling threw herself into the priestess’s arms, sobbing until her vision blurred.
According to the ancient sacrificial rites of the Moon Clan,
the blood of a beautiful maiden had always been the finest offering for a ritual.
For the future of the Moon Clan, she was willing to sacrifice her own life!
"Can’t you shut up!"
In an instant, the old woman and Yue Ling froze, their eyes locking, too scared to breathe.
Just then, the Divine Child, who had shown no sign of movement, suddenly stirred.
Yawning, he sat up, his lifeless, fish-like eyes fixed on Yue Ling: "All that crying and wailing—how’s a guy supposed to sleep?"
Yue Ling: "..."
Sleep? Or not sleep? That was the question!
...
Dongxuan Academy.
The applicants who had passed the exam still had traces of youth on their faces, smiling as they gazed at the vast, magnificent campus.
Entering this academy meant they would be prime targets for recruitment by major powers in the future.
In short, the future was bright and full of promise.
Even the two guards at the gate were Spirit Gathering Stage cultivators.
Their sharp eyes scanned each student, verifying identities one by one.
"Next."
At that moment, a handsome young man of about seventeen or eighteen stepped forward.
This was Ye Tian, here to register.
Behind him, a dashing, laid-back youth was An Yi.
Today was the day they reported to the academy.
The guard’s expression tightened as he said,
"Show me your exam qualification certificate."
Ye Tian remained calm and steady, replying slowly,
"I don’t have one."
"You don’t have a certificate?"
The guard’s eyes narrowed, raising an eyebrow in disbelief at Ye Tian.
"Really? Someone without exam results can get into Dongxuan Academy?"
"I’m not sure."
Students waiting in line behind them started murmuring among themselves.
An Yi spotted this scene, his eyes lighting up.
The moment for showing off and dropping faces had arrived!
"Alright, go on in."
The guard waved his hand, allowing Ye Tian to pass.
An Yi: "..."
Damn it, that’s not how the script goes!
"Bro, you’re just letting him in like that?" An Yi asked incredulously.
The guard looked confused. "What’s wrong? Something off about it?"
"That guy doesn’t have a passing exam certificate—how can he just walk in? Shouldn’t you mock him first, insult him?" An Yi pressed, frustrated.
The guard rolled his eyes. "Why would I do that?"
Normally, someone who didn’t have a certificate but boldly walked through the main entrance was a specially recruited student.
As for whether they were sneaking in, instructors would handle identity checks during class assignments.
Why would he, a lowly guard, bother to mock someone? What if that person had powerful connections?
He couldn’t afford to offend them.
An Yi said earnestly, "That’s a dereliction of duty on your part. As a guard, you need to uphold Dongxuan Academy’s prestige. A little loser trying to sneak in should be hassled, ridiculed, and taught a lesson. You absolutely cannot let him set foot on the sacred grounds of Dongxuan Academy."
The guard looked dumbfounded at Ye Tian. "Your friend?"
Ye Tian cleared his throat softly. "Sort of."
The guard nodded, patting him on the shoulder. "Young man, choose your friends wisely."
An Yi: "..."
The students behind them also began whispering among themselves.
"That guy—he must be a special recruit."
"Probably. His demeanor is unusual—calm and collected, and that halberd of his is really cool!"
"Looks like there’s some serious talent among the new students."
An Yi fell silent.
Maybe he should dress Ye Tian up like a total scrub?
Why was it so hard to boost his destiny points?
After Ye Tian entered, An Yi prepared to follow.
"Stop!"
The guard blocked An Yi.
An Yi shot him a look. "If he can go in, why can’t I?"
"New students must be under eighteen years old."
The guard said, looking exasperated.
This guy in front of him was already twenty-one in bone age—how could he maybe try to sneak in!
At that age, he’d be graduating from Dongxuan Academy.
An Yi raised an eyebrow and said coolly, "Oh, sorry—I forgot to mention. I’m a professor here."
Hearing An Yi claim to be a professor, the guard nearly laughed in anger, sneering,
"I’ve guarded the gates here for ten years. I know every professor in the academy. Which college are you from?"
Voices from the students waiting in line also chimed in.
"A twenty-one-year-old professor? You think anyone’s buying that bull?"
"That guy doesn’t strike me as a good guy. Does he really think Dongxuan’s guards are pushovers!"
"But... he’s really handsome. Guard uncle, could you maybe bend the rules a little?"
An Yi: "..."
He didn’t want to flaunt, really.
An Yi pulled out a gold-foiled professor ID card.
The guard’s expression instantly changed.
A gold-foiled identity card—this was a professor’s certification.
Second only to the academy dean himself!
Who the hell was this guy!
Seeing the name "An Yi" clearly written on it,
the guard frowned slightly. The name was unusual, but it also sounded familiar...
Then his eyes went wide with shock. "You—you’re An Yi! The one who fought the City Lord’s mansion!"
When the guard said this, the students behind were stunned.
They stared at An Yi in disbelief, utterly shocked.
The Battle of Qicheng’s City Lord Mansion had spread everywhere.
One man alone had killed Yucheng’s top expert Hu Yong, Gucheng’s top expert Yu Cang, the Qicheng Twin Blades, and three Xu family elites—single-handedly changing the power balance in Qicheng.
Now everyone knew the name An Yi.
In an instant, dozens of burning gazes, full of admiration, locked onto An Yi.
He was the idol in their hearts!
A real man should live like that!
"So, can I enter now?"
An Yi asked helplessly.
He didn’t want to brag, really.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
