Dongxuan Academy.
Training Grounds.
Dozens of students had An Yi surrounded.
“Everyone, think of something! Instructor An Xiang is incredibly strong!”
Yan Kui spoke in a deep voice, arcs of lightning flickering around him.
Zhang Qi gripped a wooden sword and panted heavily. Even his hair showed signs of being singed.
Liu Yu held a short blade, his face pale.
Even the three strongest students were in such a sorry state, so the others were naturally no better.
One after another, they stood up with great difficulty, exhausted to the point of looking like dead dogs, and prepared to fight again.
“This is too hard! He’s in the late Heavenly Dipper stage! How are we supposed to beat him?”
“I feel like I’ve completely drained my spiritual power.”
The students of the special admissions class looked at An Yi with bitter expressions.
Over the past few days, An Yi had been training them especially hard.
He did not even use any powerful techniques. Everything he cast was merely low-level fire spiritual arts, and some of them were rather clumsy at that.
Anyone who did not know better might have thought he had just learned them from someone else.
“Fire Wall!”
Before they could react, An Yi raised his hand, and a mass of crimson flames took shape.
An Yi showed no intention of stopping.
Following the same method, he formed one fire wall after another around himself.
With a casual wave of his hand, the fire walls expanded outward.
“Wave of Fire!”
The fire walls collapsed, and waves of flame spread outward in all directions.
The students surrounding him were so frightened that they scattered in every direction.
“Damn it! Qiansui, hurry! Use some ice! My butt’s on fire!”
“Get lost! Don’t rub against me!”
“Boss Qi, save me!”
Faced with the waves of flame, the entire training grounds instantly descended into chaos.
The students ran around like headless chickens, recklessly throwing out all kinds of spiritual arts. Yet before the scorching Nine Yang Divine Flame, none of them had any effect.
Even Qiansui’s ice-element spiritual power, which should have countered the flames, was completely useless.
Just then, Ye Tian stepped forward with his halberd.
“Wave of Fire!”
As Ye Tian shouted, azure flames surged outward from beneath his feet.
The blue flames collided with the crimson fire!
The students of the special admissions class brightened with delight.
Ye Tian was undoubtedly the strongest among them.
With him stepping forward, everyone seemed to find a pillar of support.
The corners of An Yi’s mouth lifted slightly.
This kid still wanted to challenge him?
He was far too inexperienced.
In an instant, before the azure flames could resist, they were swallowed by the crimson fire.
“Damn it!”
Ye Tian’s gaze turned solemn.
Was the gap between them really this enormous?
The surging flames were about to engulf the students, who had nowhere left to escape.
An Yi raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, the raging flames collided with one another before slowly fading away and vanishing.
“That scared me to death!”
“Damn, those flames couldn’t be put out at all!”
“I really thought I was going to die just now.”
Looking at the flames as they disappeared, the students of the special admissions class collapsed onto the ground one after another, panting heavily. Every one of them looked utterly exhausted.
The way they looked at An Yi now carried a hint of resentment.
What a damnable instructor!
Had he been injected with stimulants lately?
The practical training had been far too frequent!
Still, the results were obvious. Their strength had been increasing rapidly, both in terms of spiritual power and combat experience.
Several students who had been in the early Spirit Gathering stage had even broken through to the mid-stage.
An Yi glanced at Ye Tian, who was feeding food to the White Flood Dragon nearby, and sighed faintly.
That guy’s Destiny Value seemed to be stuck. It had remained at eighty-five the entire time, refusing to increase even a little. An Yi had tried every method he could think of.
The kid was simply too useless!
“Hey, are you all really this weak? It hasn’t even been that long!”
Looking at the students, who were exhausted to the point of resembling dead dogs, An Yi chuckled. “Forget it. You’re all dismissed for the rest of the day. You don’t need to attend the afternoon classes.”
“Holy crap! Long live!”
The students immediately cheered.
“An Xiang, why are you rearranging the classes again?”
Zi Yun walked over, rolled her eyes at him, and handed him a towel.
“They’re all meaningless little classes anyway. Letting them have the afternoon off won’t hurt. These kids have been worked to the bone lately.”
An Yi took the towel and wiped away his sweat.
He looked around, a trace of curiosity appearing in his eyes. “Something’s not right. Why haven’t I seen that little girl Qianqian?”
At the mention of this, Zi Yun’s expression grew somewhat downcast. She answered softly, “She was sent to the Divine Spirit Church by the Xu family.”
“The Divine Spirit Church? What happened?”
An Yi frowned.
“She may not be coming back to the academy.”
Zi Yun explained, “You’ve probably heard about the descent of the Divine Sons. The Divine Son has now arrived in the Divine Phoenix Empire of the Central Continent to seek a spouse. Many families are desperately trying to send their children to him. The Xu family is one of them.”
So this was related to the descent of the Divine Sons?
An Yi’s brows knitted tightly.
That bastard Xu Chun had always wanted to use intermarriage to cultivate superior bloodlines for the family.
The Divine Son was a descendant of a god. Could there be any bloodline more noble than that?
“Forget it. Everyone has the right to make their own choices. We’re only instructors—we can’t decide their lives for them.”
An Yi spoke slowly.
Back then, Xu Qianqian had followed him around incessantly because she coveted his body and wanted to use him to produce offspring.
Perhaps that Divine Son was more suitable than him.
“I wonder which Divine Son it is.”
An Yi muttered to himself.
Among the Divine Sons, the most troublesome—and undoubtedly the strongest—was Di Feng.
As for the others… they were all useless trash who could never amount to anything.
“I heard it’s the son of the Thunder God,” Zi Yun said slowly.
An Yi shrugged. “Then I don’t know him. I haven’t had much contact with him, so I don’t remember him.”
Zi Yun: “?”
An Yi coughed lightly. “I mean, I haven’t had much exposure to knowledge in that particular area. Don’t misunderstand.”
“And you call yourself an instructor?”
Zi Yun rolled her eyes at him.
An Yi grinned. “That’s what I have you for.”
His basic theoretical knowledge was mediocre, so becoming an instructor had been a bit of a stretch.
Fortunately, Zi Yun was extremely knowledgeable.
Her outstanding grasp of theory had even earned her the title of “Walking Encyclopedia” among the academy’s instructors. Many elderly instructors praised her endlessly.
Back then, An Yi had chosen Zi Yun as the assistant instructor for his class precisely because of her exceptional knowledge reserves…
Yes, that was definitely the reason!
An Yi stood before the stone stele, deep in thought.
To be honest, he had always felt that there was something strange about the stele, but he had no idea what it was used for.
If it was merely for measuring the level of one’s spiritual meridians, it was far too useless.
“Zi Yun, do you know anything about this stone stele?” An Yi asked thoughtfully.
Zi Yun pondered for a moment before explaining honestly, “This stone stele is actually a Sensory Stone produced by spiritual meridians.”
“A Sensory Stone?”
An Yi raised his brows. He had not expected Zi Yun to actually know the answer.
“Instructor Zi Yun, tell me more,” An Yi said, his eyes lighting up.
Zi Yun shot him an annoyed look and continued, “A Sensory Stone is extremely sensitive to spiritual power. That is why it can easily test the level of a student’s spiritual meridians.”
“That’s it?”
An Yi was stunned.
Zi Yun was exasperated. “What else were you expecting?”
“Does it have any other uses?”
An Yi asked, somewhat disappointed.
After thinking for a moment, Zi Yun replied, “There is one other use, though it’s rather impractical. Sensory Stones can detect one another. No matter how far apart they are, they can sense each other through their connection.”
An Yi was slightly taken aback when he heard this.
This function… seemed rather interesting.
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.
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!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
