Another ancestor quickly nodded in agreement, his eyes full of awe. "Indeed! To be able to heal Mengyao's origin damage so effortlessly, his current cultivation realm is absolutely above all of ours!"
An ancestor sitting closest to the jade throne took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart. He turned to the old man on the throne and asked respectfully, "Grand Ancestor, what do you think of this Holy Ancestor of the Heavenly Human Holy Land?"
The man addressed as "Grand Ancestor" slowly closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment.
When he opened them again, only deep solemnity remained in his gaze.
He slowly spat out five words, which exploded like thunder throughout the Star Gazing Pavilion, causing all the other ancestors to freeze in place instantly. Their faces were filled with horror, and even their breathing stopped for a moment:
"I cannot see through him."
This man known as the "Grand Ancestor" was named Zhuge Dancheng.
He was one of the three genuine Immortal King experts whom the Zhuge, Xuanyuan, and Gongsun families of the Immortal Realm had specially sent down to the lower realm to protect their respective worldly branches in the Jiuxiao Realm, after much careful deliberation.
However, due to the suppression of the heavenly rules of the Jiuxiao Realm, his current cultivation was forcibly suppressed to the peak Half-Immortal state, unable to fully release the power of an Immortal King.
To allow Zhuge Dancheng to successfully descend to the lower realm, the Immortal Realm's Zhuge family had consumed a vast amount of resources and paid a hefty price.
But even so, they had to do it—recently, the Imperial Court faction had become increasingly arrogant, and they worried that the Court would completely eradicate the Zhuge family in the Jiuxiao Realm.
To protect their family foundations, the three families had no choice but to resort to this plan, each sending an Immortal King expert to oversee the lower realm.
If Zhuge Dancheng encountered an unmanageable crisis in the Jiuxiao Realm, at worst, he would forcibly break the suppression of the heavenly rules and release his full Immortal King power.
Even if the ultimate result was being rejected by the rules of the Jiuxiao Realm and forcibly deported back to the Immortal Realm, he had to protect himself.
Having existed for millions of years, the three families possessed profound foundations. They had long accumulated countless experiences regarding such cross-realm protection and rule suppression, and had already prepared foolproof strategies.
Given the current situation in the Immortal Realm, three Immortal Kings might not play a decisive role there.
Sending them to the lower realm not only protected their roots, but also allowed them to coordinate from both inside and outside if they ever needed to break the seal of the Immortal Path.
Zhuge Dancheng himself had previously tried to heal and nourish Xu Mengyao.
But due to the rule suppression of the Jiuxiao Realm, his Immortal King power could not be fully exerted, making it impossible to completely restore her origin damage.
Yet that Holy Ancestor of the Heavenly Human Holy Land had accomplished what even he, a suppressed Immortal King, could not do, with just a casual point of his finger and a strand of spiritual energy.
Furthermore, despite living for so long, possessing profound cultivation, and having astonishing insight, he simply could not see through Gu Changyuan's aura.
It was unfathomable, making it impossible for anyone to pry into his true depths.
At this moment, Zhuge Dancheng only had one thought in his mind: This person can only be befriended, and must absolutely not become an enemy!
Zhuge Dancheng looked at the group of ancestors below who were still in shock, and slowly spoke. His tone was solemn and firm, carrying unquestionable majesty:
"Remember, this person can only be befriended, never made an enemy."
Hearing the Grand Ancestor's solemn instruction, the group of ancestors below finally recovered from their extreme shock.
They all bowed in salute, their tones incomparably respectful and without the slightest objection:
"Yes! We strictly obey the Grand Ancestor's command!"
......
The fundamental reason why Gu Changyuan could heal Xu Mengyao so casually traced back to the very beginning when he founded his sect.
Back then, when he accepted those thirty founding disciples, the system, in addition to returning cultivation, had also gifted an extra heavy prize:
A wisp of origin mark corresponding to each disciple's personal Great Dao.
These Great Dao origins not only made his future cultivation smoother and more convenient, but also caused his comprehension to skyrocket, making his understanding of these Daos far surpass his peers.
And during those thousand years in the Ruins of Disorder, he cultivated these Daos one by one to their absolute peak.
It was a pinnacle comprehended from infinite deadly situations.
Every brush with death, every desperate survival, deepened his comprehension of a certain origin by another layer.
It was not just mastery or proficiency, but as natural as commanding his own arm, as natural as breathing.
Therefore, let alone just weakness caused by origin depletion, even if any of the other twenty-nine disciples were critically injured and on the verge of death, he could still heal them in an instant.
As long as they had a single breath left, Gu Changyuan only needed a single thought to bring them back to life and fully restore them.
After visiting Xu Mengyao, Zhuge Jinglong personally arranged accommodations for Gu Changyuan and his party.
Meanwhile, the Zhuge family also began to get busy.
Because the day after tomorrow was the celebratory banquet held for the Patriarch's eldest son, Zhuge Sijue, who had joyfully welcomed twins.
Invitations had long been sent out.
Families and factions on good terms with the Zhuge family would all send representatives.
Time flew by, and soon it was the day of the banquet.
The central square of the Zhuge family had completely changed its appearance.
The originally empty square was now filled with seats.
Rows of white jade tables, each about ten feet wide, were neatly arranged, with one table corresponding to one faction or family.
The tables were laden with spirit fruits, immortal wine, rare delicacies, and spirit tea, looking extraordinarily grand.
Above the square, flying ships broke through the air one after another.
Streaks of light from the flying ships tore across the sky, appearing in succession above the Zhuge estate.
The leaders of various major families and factions slowly descended with their disciples, cupping their hands in greeting and exchanging pleasantries with Zhuge Jinglong, Zhuge Sijue, and the clan elders who were welcoming guests at the entrance. The scene was incredibly bustling.
Right at this moment—
Boom!!
An arrogant and robust aura violently exploded above the Zhuge estate, its oppressive might sweeping across the entire venue, as if declaring its presence.
Before the figure was fully revealed, a somewhat impatient shout rang out from the direction of the Star Gazing Pavilion, directly tearing apart the imposing aura:
"Old man, what are you showing off for in front of the juniors? At your age, can't you be a bit more steady?"
At the same time, a burst of power directly dissolved that domineering aura into nothingness.
Then, Zhuge Dancheng led the group of Zhuge family ancestors stepping through the air, their robes fluttering, their presence deep and heavy.
The figure in the sky slowly materialized.
He wore a purple robe with gold patterns and had a majestic countenance. His hair and beard glowed with a faint golden light, and an immortal charm faintly surrounded him, exuding a domineering aura.
It was none other than the Immortal King from the Gongsun Immortal Family who had descended to the lower realm—Gongsun Xiangming.
Gongsun Xiangming looked at Zhuge Dancheng with a face full of displeasure:
"Could you not always interrupt me? This is called establishing dominance, do you understand?"
"What's there to establish? They are all just juniors, and you're still pulling this kind of stunt. Don't you find it embarrassing?"
A voice boomed in the sky, and another robust aura appeared above the Zhuge estate.
It was a lean old man with a refined and scholarly face, sporting three long strands of beard, surrounded by a faint righteous aura.
The Immortal King from the Xuanyuan Immortal Family who had descended to the lower realm—Xuanyuan Feiyue.
The Xuanyuan, Gongsun, and Dugu families had originally come together. It was just that as they approached the Zhuge family, Gongsun Xiangming deliberately sped up, wanting to make a "domineering entrance," only to have his thunder stolen by Zhuge Dancheng right as he started.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

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.”

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'!"