"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.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
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?
