The Long-Bearded Instructor stared sharply at the brilliantly glowing stone tablet, his chest heaving violently with excitement.
He wasn’t mistaken. This level of spiritual energy—it was divine grade!
"Ye Tian, Fire Element, Divine-Grade Spirit Vein—the Xuanming Divine Vein!"
The Long-Bearded Instructor roared hoarsely.
The entire venue was stunned into silence.
"What’s a divine-grade spirit vein?"
The crowd stared at the azure light radiating from the stone tablet, bewildered.
They didn’t understand what was happening, but they knew it was something incredible.
Zhang Qi, Liu Yu, Yan Kui, and the others from the special recruitment class looked at Ye Tian in disbelief.
No one expected this unremarkable kid to possess a divine vein.
Their top-tier spirit veins seemed utterly insignificant under the brilliance of a divine-grade one.
Ye Tian slowly withdrew his hand.
The sharp, dazzling azure light gradually subsided.
Noticing the gazes fixed on him from all directions, Ye Tian remained calm.
He felt like he was regaining a bit of the feeling of being the center of attention—once, as War Sovereign Ye.
Ever since he started hanging around with An Yi, he hadn’t had many standout moments.
"A divine-grade spirit vein... I never thought one would appear in the Eastern Ling Empire,"
Zhang Qi said, his cyan eyes filled with shock. Slowly, he added, "No wonder I always felt this kid’s flames were a bit strange."
According to records, only about a hundred divine-grade spirit veins across all elements had ever been documented in the Ancient Continent.
The Xuanming Divine Vein ranked fifth among the eleven fire-element divine veins!
It was hard to imagine what a spirit practitioner with such power could achieve in the future.
Liu Yu stood frozen for a long time before letting out a bitter laugh.
His top-tier spirit vein, which he had prided himself on, now seemed like a joke—overshadowed and dim under the radiance of a divine-grade vein.
Xu Qianqian chewed on a piece of candy, a sly smile playing on her lips as she stared intently at Ye Tian.
She hadn’t found Wang Mazhi, but catching a guy with the Xuanming Divine Vein didn’t sound bad either.
Still, this guy was once her late sister’s fiancé—would that make it a bit immoral...
Forget it. Even if she didn’t make a move, her father would force her hand. The outcome would be the same.
Zi Yun raised her elegant eyebrows slightly.
Having a student with a divine-grade vein in her class made her feel proud too.
Wait—why hadn’t that guy An Yi shown up yet?!
Under the gaze of the crowd, the Long-Bearded Instructor suppressed his excitement and looked at Ye Tian, his voice solemn: "Ye Tian, would you be willing to become my apprentice?"
The Long-Bearded Instructor, whose name was Wu Zhen, had considerable seniority, evident from the silver instructor badge pinned to his chest.
At the Eastern Mystic Academy branch, the only gold badge belonged to the dean.
Silver badge holders? Only ten out of the three or four hundred instructors. The rest had bronze badges.
The students watching felt their eyes sting with envy.
Instructors at the Eastern Mystic Academy were all top-tier experts, and Wu Zhen was a renowned mentor among them. Many of his students had become famous spirit practitioners.
Teaching and taking on apprentices were two very different things.
An apprenticeship meant being a closed-door disciple—someone who would receive all of their mentor’s knowledge. With such guidance, extraordinary growth was possible.
Even Zhang Qi and the others looked envious.
Ye Tian paused, then bowed politely. "Thank you for your generous offer, Instructor, but I already have a master."
Wu Zhen’s burning gaze dimmed with regret. "I see you already have a master. Well, it seems fate didn’t bring us together."
A divine-grade spirit vein meant limitless potential—perhaps even breaking through to the Nirvana Realm and becoming a towering figure!
He had been moved by a love for talent.
"Xiao Tian, do you realize what you just turned down?"
Zhang Qi couldn’t help but speak up as Ye Tian walked back.
Such a golden opportunity, and this guy let it slip by.
Ye Tian smiled lightly.
The mysterious woman inside his bronze pagoda was his true master.
Besides, in his past life, he was Ye Nantian!
A man with half-step Divine Transformation strength—who could possibly teach him something?
The massive training ground buzzed as students watched Ye Tian with reverence.
A divine-grade spirit vein had already elevated him above the ordinary—into the realm of unparalleled geniuses, drawing a clear line between him and everyone else.
Soon, news of a divine-grade spirit vein appearing at the Eastern Mystic Academy would spread across the entire Eastern Ling Empire, even reaching the royal capital.
Ye Tian’s expression was calm.
If these people knew he also hid the Nine Yang Divine Vein—ranked first among the eleven fire-element divine veins—he wondered what they’d think.
Then, suddenly—
A dazzling, brilliant light erupted from the stone tablet, fiery red like a blazing sun.
In an instant, the entire academy fell silent.
The open-air training ground was bathed in a rosy, radiant glow of spiritual energy, the searing heat of flames washing over everyone.
The crowd was stunned.
This light was even more intense than the Xuanming Divine Vein from earlier!
"A— A divine-grade spirit vein!"
Wu Zhen’s eyes were filled with disbelief.
Another divine-grade vein? He was almost too shocked to think straight.
Were all the monsters coming out this year?
Even Ye Tian froze.
That aura—it was the Nine Yang Divine Vein!
And as for who it was... Did he even need to guess?
"I just accidentally touched it. I wasn’t trying to steal the stone tablet—it’s huge, how could I possibly steal it? I’m an instructor, after all..."
An Yi coughed lightly, rubbing the tablet with a sheepish look. "Nice stone—big and black. Good stuff!"
He had thought it was just a big rock, but it turned out this thing was connected to the underground spirit veins.
No, he wasn’t trying to steal it. He was just testing if his storage space could fit it.
But the whole training ground was too stunned by the fiery spectacle to pay much attention to what An Yi was saying.
"Fire Element... the Nine— Nine Yang Divine Vein!"
Wu Zhen muttered.
This red spiritual light matched the records of the Nine Yang Divine Vein exactly.
"The Nine Yang Divine Vein!"
"Oh my god, isn’t that the same divine vein as the War Sovereign Ye?"
"That’s right—the same one as the demigod, War Sovereign Ye?"
Hearing this, Ye Tian rolled his eyes.
Just as he was starting to bask in the spotlight, An Yi had to come and steal it.
"No wonder this guy got so strong so young. Now we know the reason!"
Zhang Qi’s cyan eyes gleamed with a mix of awe.
A divine-grade spirit vein put him leagues ahead of them.
But then—
The red light shifted. The fiery glow faded.
A black, dark spiritual force emerged—pitch black, as if night had suddenly fallen.
The sky itself seemed to darken, and a chilling wind swept through, like the onset of an apocalypse.
The scene was even more breathtaking than the Nine Yang Divine Vein’s radiance!
Countless people were stunned, staring in disbelief at An Yi beneath the stone tablet.
Dark spiritual force!
Was this guy dual-element?!
How was that even possible? Could someone really possess two spirit veins at the same time?
Wu Zhen’s lips trembled as he whispered: "It’s— it’s a divine-grade spirit vein too!"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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!
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.
