Jun Anshi was the first to stand up.
The pool water slipped down her body with a splash. Her wet dress clung tightly to her, outlining the slender curves of a young girl who had just come of age.
She looked down.
What caught her eye was the faint color of her undergarments, visible beneath the wet, translucent fabric.
Blood instantly rushed to Jun Anshi's face!
She abruptly sat back down, sinking her entire body into the water. Only her head and two ears, which were so red they looked as if they might bleed, remained exposed.
Seeing her reaction, Gu Changyuan could not help but smile and shake his head.
What a kid, still so mindful of her privacy.
Truth be told, if he really wanted to look, he could see her entire body, down to the very pores, with absolute clarity even if she was submerged in the water.
But he was no pervert.
When it came to his perception, he would certainly make a point to block out things he shouldn't see.
He gently waved his right hand in Jun Anshi's direction.
In an instant, all the water in Jun Anshi's pool vanished.
Not only the pool water, but even the droplets on her body were completely stripped away by an invisible force in that very moment.
Jun Anshi felt her entire body lighten as the uncomfortable, soaking wet sensation completely disappeared.
She looked down at herself.
Her dress was dry once again, and the fabric that had clung to her body was now loose. The awkward translucency was gone.
Only then did she stand up and step out of the pool.
Gu Changyuan tapped his right hand on the black barrier in the middle.
The barrier slowly retracted.
Jun Anshi's gaze then fell upon her brother on the opposite side.
Jun Mukong was currently standing by the edge of the pool, surrounded by a faint silver glow.
After standing up and feeling the wetness on his body, he immediately began to utilize his newly awakened spatial power.
The moisture clinging to him was stripped away and gathered at a visible rate, eventually condensing into a fist-sized water ball in his palm.
At the same time, a translucent spatial barrier formed around him, isolating all the pool water and preventing it from coming even an inch closer.
After removing the moisture, Jun Mukong gave a light leap, crossing directly over the spirit pool and landing steadily in front of Gu Changyuan.
Gu Changyuan's gaze returned to Jun Anshi, and he gave a slight lift of his chin toward Jun Mukong.
His eyes were clearly saying:
Look at your brother, watch and learn.
Jun Anshi seemed to understand her master's meaning. She pouted, then also gave a light leap, arriving in front of Gu Changyuan.
The two stood side by side and bowed in unison:
Thank you, Master!
Gu Changyuan sat up from his recliner. Looking at his two thoroughly transformed disciples, he nodded in satisfaction.
Just then, a series of figures flew from the peak of Tianyuan Mountain toward the back mountain, landing beside Gu Changyuan.
Ye Qingxue, Bai Ling'er, Xiao Yi, Qin Yu, Fang Yuwei...
All the disciples who had remained in the Holy Land had arrived.
Seeing their senior brothers and sisters appear, Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi immediately stepped forward to bow:
Greetings, senior brothers and sisters!
Everyone returned the greeting one after another. Their gazes fell on these two newly admitted junior brother and sister, their eyes full of gratification and satisfaction.
Void Dao Physique, Chrono Dao Physique.
Such physiques could not be found anywhere else in the entire Nine Heavens Realm.
Master's judgment, as expected, had never been wrong.
After a brief chat, Gu Changyuan led everyone back to the peak of Tianyuan Mountain.
With a wave of his right hand, two spatial rings appeared out of thin air and drifted in front of Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi.
Since your physiques have awakened, it is time I give you your apprenticeship gifts.
Inside are cultivation materials suited to your physiques, along with an ample supply of spirit stones.
In your future cultivation, there is no need to be frugal. Spend them freely.
Pausing for a moment, he added:
Furthermore, I have also placed one of every type of weapon inside.
During this period, you can study them on your own and see which weapon you like and which feels most natural to use.
Let me know when the time comes, and I will give you a better one.
If there truly isn't a suitable one, I will forge a custom weapon for you.
Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi accepted the rings with both hands, clasping them tightly in their palms.
The rings were warm to the touch and faintly emanated subtle spatial fluctuations. One glance was enough to tell they were no ordinary items.
The two bowed once again:
Thank you, Master!
Gu Changyuan nodded.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed!
His previously gentle gaze instantly became as sharp as a blade.
He raised his right hand and made a fierce grasping motion at the void.
In the void several miles away from the Heavenly Being Holy Land.
A figure was hiding among the clouds, surrounded by faint black mist, carefully observing the looming silhouette of the Holy Land in the distance.
His name was Ding Qun.
One of the patriarchs of the Black Fiend Sect, with a cultivation base at the Third Stage of the Half-Immortal Realm.
Just yesterday, he sensed a miraculous phenomenon occurring at the Heavenly Being Holy Land, coupled with the prior disappearance of Elder Li Jue.
As a patriarch, after holding a meeting within the sect, he decided to come and investigate the situation personally.
In the next instant.
An irresistible, terrifying force descended out of nowhere.
Ding Qun felt his entire body tighten, as if he had been caught in the death grip of a giant, invisible hand.
He struggled desperately, madly erupting with his Third Stage Half-Immortal cultivation, but it was completely futile.
The power was simply too strong.
So strong that he could not even muster the thought of resistance.
His vision blurred, and in the next moment, he was viciously slammed into the ground.
Boom!!!
The ground cracked open, and shattered stones flew in all directions!
Ding Qun spewed a mouthful of blood, his entire body paralyzed in the deep crater like a dead dog.
The disciples looked at the figure that their master had forcefully dragged out of the void, solemn expressions appearing on all their faces.
Ding Qun?!
Bai Ling'er was the first to recognize him and immediately explained to Gu Changyuan:
Master, this person is from the Black Fiend Sect, just like Li Jue, whom you disposed of when you first returned to the Heavenly Being Holy Land. However, this man is one of the patriarchs of the Black Fiend Sect.
Hearing this, Gu Changyuan furrowed his brows slightly.
Black Fiend Sect.
Previously, because he had been busy reuniting with his disciples, he hadn't had the time to deal with them and had almost forgotten such a group even existed.
He didn't expect them to actively deliver themselves to their own deaths today.
Since that was the case, there was no need to keep them around.
He raised his right hand and gave a gentle wave toward Ding Qun, who was paralyzed in the deep crater.
Bang.
A muffled sound rang out.
Before Ding Qun could even let out a scream, his entire body was instantly reduced to countless fragments by an incomparably tyrannical force.
Those fragments then turned into a sky full of blood mist in mid-air, which was gathered and compressed by an invisible force, transforming into three streams of energy that entered Gu Changyuan's storage space.
Standing to the side, Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi watched this scene, completely stunned.
The bloody scene, the instantaneous disintegration, the thick scent of blood spreading through the air... Everything happened vividly right before their eyes.
Gu Changyuan had done this on purpose.
He wanted the two of them to witness this scene with their own eyes in their most clear-headed and fully aware state, to make them accustomed to blood and face slaughter head-on, thereby tempering their state of mind.
After all, the path of cultivation was inherently an act of defying the heavens, fraught with murderous intent at every turn.
The mortal enemies and foes they would have to face in the future would only increase, never decrease.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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!
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.”
