"You want to become famous?"
Old Tao tore off a bite of grilled meat and said thoughtfully.
An Yi nodded. "That's indeed what I'm thinking."
The thousand members of the Asura Sect were scattered who knew where.
Searching for them one by one would not only be inefficient,
but he also didn’t fully recognize that many people from the Asura Sect. Even if he ran into them on the street, he might not be able to identify them.
So, making a name for himself and letting others come to him would make things much easier.
However, in the Ancient Continent, becoming famous was indeed no easy feat.
Beside him, Old Tao was also frowning.
In this world, the goals of fame usually boiled down to wealth, power, or influence.
Using fame for money, using fame for authority, or using fame to build one's own faction.
The key problem was that he couldn’t figure out what An Yi really wanted to do.
"If I storm the City Lord’s Mansion and kill eleven Heaven’s Cage stage spirit practitioners, could I brag about that?"
An Yi asked thoughtfully.
Old Tao wiped the grease off his mouth. "You're already famous in Lingchuan Domain."
Qi City itself was the most prosperous capital within Lingchuan Domain.
This battle of An Yi’s had already shaken all the major cities.
Old Tao considered for a moment and said, "If you want me to keep promoting you, I can get you some recognition in the Eastern Ling Empire too."
An Yi sighed. "That’s still far from enough."
Lingchuan Domain, when viewed across the entire continent, was nothing more than a palm-sized area.
Moreover, compared to the entire Ancient Continent, the Eastern Ling Empire was still too small.
In the end, this was just small-scale stuff.
Old Tao said helplessly, "My abilities only go so far. I have no other options. Fame is ultimately tied to strength!"
"Take the War Lord Ye three years ago. He was a top human expert, about to break through into the Divine Transformation stage, but he was carelessly discovered by the Spirit God Difeng and ended up with bones scattered, not even a corpse left behind."
"What did War Lord Ye do? Nothing much. But why was he known across the entire Ancient Continent? Because he was strong! Fame is just a byproduct of strength."
Upon hearing this, An Yi fell into contemplation.
Indeed, in this world where might makes right,
without strength, why should the world know you, and why should they remember you?
Thinking this, An Yi sighed softly.
It all came down to strength!
After entering the Heaven’s Cage stage, he could clearly feel that his progress had slowed considerably.
This process was inevitable.
Back then, if it hadn’t been for fusing with the Golden Relic, he wouldn’t have shot up to the middle stage of Heaven’s Cage.
In the two or three months he’d been in the Ancient Continent, the bottleneck to the late Heaven’s Cage stage had only just loosened.
Barring accidents, he should break through in a couple of days, but it was still too slow.
In the Ancient Continent, reaching the Nirvana stage and above truly marked the entry into the ranks of top experts.
Of course, An Yi thought his progress was slow—but that was only his perspective.
From the Heaven’s Cage stage onward, every step of growth in strength was a defiance of heaven itself.
Throughout history, countless talented spirit practitioners had been stuck at these stages forever.
An Yi breaking through a sub-stage in a few months would make many practitioners green with envy.
Old Tao took a sip of tea, his eyes twinkling. "I did think of a way to make you famous."
"What is it?"
An Yi showed some curiosity.
"Represent the Eastern Mystic Academy and compete in the Ancient Continent’s Academies’ Dragon-Feast Martial Tournament."
Old Tao said solemnly. "It’s held once every five years, and this year is the participation year. The competition is six months away."
An Yi raised an eyebrow. "Old man, don’t think I don’t see through your scheme. You want me to compete for your Eastern Mystic Academy?"
Old Tao didn’t hide his intentions at all, grinning. "It’s a win-win cooperation! If you win the championship in this academy competition, you’ll gain fame across the continent and receive offers from all the top powers. That’s quite the temptation, don’t you think?"
An Yi fell into thought.
Six months later...
For the short term, this did seem like a good way to make a name.
Other methods of gaining fame across the entire Ancient Continent were far too difficult.
"Of course, our Eastern Mystic Academy branch isn’t qualified. If you really want to participate, you’d have to go to the main campus of Eastern Mystic Academy. And every participant slot is extremely precious—competition is fierce."
Old Tao gave a timely reminder.
However, with An Yi’s strength at the middle stage of Heaven’s Cage, he could dominate among the majority of students. Securing a participant spot for the Eastern Mystic Academy shouldn’t be a problem.
The real challenge was how to stand out among the hundreds of academies teeming with geniuses.
After all, every tournament produced all kinds of prodigies. In one particular year, there were even several Nirvana-stage spirit practitioners!
"Ding! Side quest [Hundred Academies, Claim the Crown]! Reward: [Sword Mastery (Advanced)], Reputation Points +100,000, Sin Points +50!"
The system’s prompt had already rung out.
An Yi glanced at it.
The Advanced Sword Mastery was indeed a decent reward.
He had maxed out his Basic Sword Mastery, but it hadn’t made much difference.
Since he had nothing better to do, he’d take it!
"Alright, thanks."
An Yi cupped his hands and prepared to leave.
Old Tao said with a chuckle, "Don’t forget to check up on your students. After all, you’re a tutor now. I need to have something to report to others."
An Yi said confidently, "Don’t worry—no one understands teaching better than I do."
…
Let’s go back five days.
At the Starlight Sea Domain, the Moon Clan’s altar.
Yue Ling looked at the young man before her, a hint of fear in her expression. She only dared to show her delicate little face as she stole glances at him.
After all, this was a divine son.
She didn’t dare show any disrespect.
"Divine Son!"
Yue Ling mustered her courage, walked over, and asked softly.
"Call me Bai Xiu. 'Divine Son' sounds weird."
The young man yawned and said in somewhat awkward Ancient Continent speech.
Thank goodness for his bug-like ability, the Nightmare Space; otherwise, with Zi Yue’s lousy teaching, there was no way he would have learned the local language.
"Bai Xiu..."
Yue Ling savored the strange name, her lively eyes full of curiosity.
"Got anything to eat?"
Bai Xiu rubbed his stomach and asked.
He had been asleep for two whole days.
He had been woken up by sheer hunger. Even sleep couldn’t block the pangs of starvation—he just couldn’t hold out any longer.
Right now, he felt like his stomach could swallow an entire cow!
Seeing Bai Xiu’s wolf-like, starving glare,
Yue Ling grew nervous and quickly said, "Yes, yes, I do! Divine Son, please wait—don’t be anxious—it will be brought to you right away!"
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.
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!
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.”
