"A Foundation Establishment Pill? Old Zhou, you're making progress this fast?"
Zhong Yi was slightly stunned.
The Foundation Establishment Pill was refined using an alchemy furnace and required various rare materials.
Many of these materials could only be obtained by defeating monster leaders.
Zhou Yue couldn't help but complain, "Exactly… Have you even considered how long you guys have been messing around with those shady methods?"
"H-How can you call it shady? I'm researching the logic of how the world operates…"
Zhong Yi's face flushed red as he quickly changed the subject.
"By the way, why didn’t you just take the pill yourself? Did you come looking for me to give it to me?"
"Dream on. If I left it with you, you’d probably feed it to some villager for an experiment."
Zhou Yue shot Zhong Yi a disdainful look before explaining,
"Here’s the thing—the Foundation Establishment Pill I refined is fifth-grade…"
Zhong Yi wasn’t surprised at all. "Hmm, now that I think about it being refined by you, that suddenly makes sense."
"Shut up."
Zhou Yue’s lips twitched.
"The success rate for a fifth-grade pill is only thirty percent, so I need your help."
"Help? What can I do?"
Zhong Yi pointed at himself in confusion.
Zhou Yue grinned. "Not that kind of help—I need your blessing! Just say, 'Your Foundation Establishment will definitely fail this time,' and I’ll be set."
"???"
Zhong Yi’s face instantly turned red with frustration.
What kind of reputation did he have in his teammate’s mind?
"You actually believe in this kind of nonsense?"
"Hah, Old Zhong, you still don’t understand the sheer power hidden within you. Just do as I say this once, and I won’t bother you again."
"Fine, fine…"
Unable to resist Zhou Yue’s persistence, Zhong Yi reluctantly agreed.
"Old Zhou, your Foundation Establishment will definitely fail this time."
"Perfect!"
Zhou Yue clapped his hands in delight and immediately swallowed the pill.
Zhong Yi eyed him skeptically. "Does this really work?"
"Relax, even if it doesn’t, I won’t blame you. If I fail, I’ll just refine another one."
Zhou Yue’s attitude was remarkably carefree.
Zhong Yi nodded. "Fair enough… It’s just Foundation Establishment. Failing probably isn’t a big deal."
Just then, a faint blue glow began to shimmer around Zhou Yue’s body—almost like a creeper about to explode.
"It’s happening! Is this the breakthrough?!"
Feeling the surge of energy within him, Zhou Yue was ecstatic.
Above them, dark clouds gathered, and thunder rumbled.
"Whoa, does breaking through to Foundation Establishment in this illusionary realm really cause such a spectacle?"
Zhou Yue looked up at the sky, clicking his tongue in amazement.
This celestial phenomenon…
Could it be granting him a Thunder Spirit Root?
Just as he was lost in his fantasies—
CRACK!
A bolt of violet lightning descended from the heavens and struck him squarely on the head.
"HOLY—?!"
Zhou Yue jolted violently from the shock.
"Tribulation Lightning?!"
……
"Puny lightning, bring it on!!"
CRACK
[You have been struck by Tribulation Lightning. Abnormal status applied: Epilepsy.]
"My fate is mine to control!!!"
CRACK
[You have been struck by Tribulation Lightning. Abnormal status applied: Inverted.]
"What the—why is the world upside down??"
CRACK
[You have been struck by Tribulation Lightning. Abnormal status applied: Drop Prone.]
……
Half an hour later.
Zhou Yue ultimately failed to endure all 99 strikes of the Foundation Establishment Tribulation and was reduced to a charred corpse.
His backpack items scattered across the ground.
Zhong Yi waited for a long time before Zhou Yue finally respawned and returned.
"Old Zhong… I think the lightning messed up my eyes. Everything looks upside down?"
Zhou Yue stared at Zhong Yi in confusion.
"Or maybe… you’re just walking upside down?"
Zhong Yi struggled to hold back his laughter.
At that moment, Zhou Yue was standing—or rather, hanging—completely inverted, feet in the air, with occasional full-body spasms. The sight was utterly ridiculous.
"...This Tribulation Lightning is such a scam."
Zhou Yue checked his status panel and saw that the debuffs from the lightning would last for half an hour and couldn’t be reset by respawning.
Not only was he upside down and occasionally seizing, but items from his backpack would also randomly drop out.
"What kind of nonsense is this… Screw it, I’ll just log out and come back in half an hour!"
Zhou Yue gritted his teeth in frustration.
"Whoa, bro, what happened to you?"
Zhou Qiaoling, who had followed the sound of thunder, couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.
The ever-stubborn Zhou Yue absolutely refused to let her see him in such a pathetic state.
"...Found a rare cultivation manual. Standing upside down boosts EXP gain."
"Then why were you twitching earlier?"
"Practicing my techniques."
"Wow! Bro, you keep dropping stuff—wait, is that a diamond?!"
"...Got too many. Not worth keeping."
"Then I’ll take it~"
"......"
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!
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'!"
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.”
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!
