At the bottom of the valley.
The array patterns on the bluestone platform emitted a low hum as Gu Yan poured his spiritual energy into them.
The light of the seal flickered, clearly on the verge of collapse.
Gu Yan was covered in sweat, his face pale.
The spiritual energy of his ninth level of Qi Condensation had been mostly drained, but the fanaticism in his eyes only grew stronger.
"Disciple, the final step!"
The voice of the Old Grandpa rang out urgently in his sea of consciousness.
"Inject your spiritual energy into the Kan position, and the array will be broken!"
Gu Yan gritted his teeth and thrust his hands forward violently.
Just at the moment he was about to complete the final step.
"Whoosh!"
A fierce sword aura shot out from the thick fog without any warning!
Aiming straight for the back of Gu Yan's heart!
"Not good! Dodge!"
The Old Grandpa's warning saved Gu Yan's life.
Gu Yan forcefully interrupted his array-breaking, his body rolling to the right in a miserable posture.
"Boom!"
The sword aura slashed against the bluestone platform, sending crushed stones flying.
Gu Yan broke out in a cold sweat and abruptly turned his head.
The thick fog was torn apart by the sword aura.
Four disciples wearing the uniforms of the Mystic Sword Sect, holding long swords, walked out from the shadows.
The leader was a young man at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, his eyes staring greedily at the soon-to-be-opened cave dwelling.
"A handyman from the Blood Fiend Sect?"
The young man sneered, pointing his long sword at Gu Yan.
"Get lost. The Mystic Sword Sect is taking over this place."
Gu Yan's face turned livid.
He had worked so hard to break the array and was on the verge of obtaining the fortunate encounter; how could he just hand it over to someone else?
"I found this first!" Gu Yan roared, clenching his fists.
"You found it first?"
Another sneer came from the other side.
Three female cultivators from Sunset Valley, holding staffs, landed lightly on a massive boulder.
"For such an ancient ruin, everyone who sees it gets a share. If the Mystic Sword Sect wants to swallow it all alone, your appetite is a bit too big."
Immediately after.
Five inner sect elites from the Blood Fiend Sect also emerged from the mist.
Seeing Gu Yan, they were first stunned, then revealed undisguised killing intent.
"Gu Yan? A mere handyman like you dares to lay hands on this kind of fortunate encounter? Hurry up and get your ass over here to help us seize the treasure!"
Three factions.
Twelve elite disciples.
Tightly surrounded Gu Yan and that bluestone platform.
The atmosphere instantly dropped to the freezing point.
Tensions were at a breaking point.
Gu Yan leaned his back against the bluestone platform, his heart pounding wildly.
Although he had the Old Grandpa as his trump card, facing so many experts at the Foundation Establishment stage and the peak of Qi Condensation, fighting head-on would only lead to a dead end.
"Disciple, don't panic."
The Old Grandpa's voice steadied, carrying a hint of calculating slyness.
"They are suspicious of each other; no one dares to make the first move. Use this to your advantage and provoke them."
"As long as you can stall for half an incense stick of time, I will teach you a secret technique to instantly break the final seal. We will charge straight in!"
Gu Yan took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
Looking at the young man from the Mystic Sword Sect, he suddenly shouted loudly:
"I have already broken ninety percent of the array outside this cave dwelling! But the final step requires the cooperation of the Blood Fiend Sect's exclusive mental cultivation method!"
He turned to look at the inner sect disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect.
"Senior brothers! The Mystic Sword Sect and Sunset Valley outnumber us. Let's join forces, kill them first, and we will split the treasures in the cave dwelling equally!"
As soon as these words came out.
The expressions of the disciples from the Mystic Sword Sect and Sunset Valley changed drastically.
Although the disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect looked down on Gu Yan, in the face of such benefits, they immediately made a decision.
"Do it!"
The leading disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect roared, taking the initiative to summon his magical artifact and smash it toward the young man of the Mystic Sword Sect.
"Courting death!"
The young man from the Mystic Sword Sect was furious. With a wave of his long sword, he met the attack head-on.
Seeing this, the female cultivators of Sunset Valley were not to be outdone. Unleashing their spells all at once, they joined the chaotic battle.
The valley instantly fell into chaos.
Spells roared, and sword auras ran rampant.
Screams and angry curses intertwined.
No one noticed that the Blood Fiend Sect handyman who had provoked the melee was quietly turning around, pressing his hands against the bluestone platform.
"Now!"
The Old Grandpa shouted loudly.
Gu Yan bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of lifeblood onto the Kan position of the array patterns.
The remaining spiritual energy in his body poured out without reservation.
"Rumble!!!"
A loud bang.
The bluestone platform split down the middle, and a blinding pillar of golden light shot into the sky!
An ancient, desolate aura instantly filled the entire valley.
A deep underground cave entrance appeared beneath the stone platform.
Floating in the center of the entrance was a jade slip emitting an archaic light, along with a completely emerald-green spiritual herb that exuded intense vitality.
The Nine Nether Yellow Spring Grass!
"An inheritance! It's an ancient inheritance!"
The disciples of the three sects who were in the midst of the chaotic battle stopped at the same time. Their eyes red with madness, they rushed frantically toward the cave entrance.
But they were a step too late.
Gu Yan was the closest to the entrance.
Without hesitation, he leaped and jumped into the cave dwelling.
"Hahahaha! The fortunate encounter is mine!"
Gu Yan was ecstatic, grabbing the Nine Nether Yellow Spring Grass in one hand while reaching out for the inheritance jade slip with the other.
The Old Grandpa's voice trembled with excitement in his mind.
"Disciple! Hurry! Absorb the cultivation method in the jade slip! With it, your master can rebuild his physical body!"
Gu Yan's fingers touched the jade slip.
A massive stream of information instantly flooded into his sea of consciousness.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the thrill of being about to defy the heavens and change his fate.
Right at this moment.
A calm, indifferent voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
Behind him.
Abruptly sounded.
"Thanks for leading the way."
Gu Yan's eyes snapped open.
All the hairs on his body stood on end instantly.
He turned his head in horror.
A man wearing a gray rogue cultivator's robe and a bamboo hat had, at some unknown point, stood behind him.
Less than half a step away from him.
Like a ghost that had appeared out of thin air.
"You..."
Before Gu Yan could finish his words.
Shen Fei's right hand shot out like lightning.
Without using any spells.
Pure physical strength, combined with the eruption of Heavenly Demon spiritual energy.
"Bang!"
Shen Fei landed a solid palm strike right on the crown of Gu Yan's head!
Gu Yan's pupils instantly dilated.
His proud ninth level of Qi Condensation cultivation was worse than paper paste in the face of this terrifying power.
His skull shattered.
But Shen Fei didn't kill him directly.
A deep black vortex erupted from his palm.
Heavenly Demon Devour!
However, the target of the devour this time was not Gu Yan's cultivation.
But rather.
Deep within his sea of consciousness, that remnant soul of the Old Grandpa who was preparing to absorb the inheritance!
"Ah!!!"
An incredibly shrill scream, audible only on the soul level, exploded in Gu Yan's sea of consciousness.
The remnant soul struggled desperately, trying to escape this terrifying black vortex.
But the domineering nature of the Heavenly Demon Devour didn't give it any chance at all.
Like a giant whale sucking up water.
The remnant soul was forcefully ripped out of Gu Yan's sea of consciousness, instantly vanishing into Shen Fei's palm.
Chewed up by the Heavenly Demon spiritual energy, it was devoured completely clean.
"No... Teacher..."
Bleeding from his seven orifices, Gu Yan's eyes were filled with despair and disbelief.
His greatest trump card, his capital for a counterattack.
Had just been eaten in one bite by someone.
Shen Fei withdrew his hand.
Casually, he pulled the Nine Nether Yellow Spring Grass and the inheritance jade slip from Gu Yan's stiff fingers.
"Not bad."
Shen Fei glanced at the spoils in his hand and casually tossed them into his system inventory.
He looked at Gu Yan, who was slumped on the ground.
The Heavenly Demon Devour activated once more.
This time, it was aimed at the A-rank Destiny Origin within Gu Yan's body.
The golden light of destiny was forcibly stripped away and surged into Shen Fei's body.
[Ding!]
[Devoured the origin of an A-rank Child of Destiny!]
[Law Barrier loosened: 35%!]
Feeling the suppression within his body loosen once again, Shen Fei nodded in satisfaction.
He didn't spare another glance at Gu Yan, who had now been reduced to a cripple.
Turning around, he walked out of the cave dwelling.
Outside the cave.
The disciples of the three sects had already rushed to the front of the bluestone platform.
They saw an independent cultivator wearing a bamboo hat walk out from inside, his hands completely empty.
"Halt! Hand over the inheritance!"
A young man from the Profound Sword Sect roared, his longsword thrusting straight toward Shen Fei's throat.
Shen Fei did not stop walking.
He didn't even look up.
Only, in the exact moment he brushed past the young man...
He casually waved his left hand.
Bang!
The young man's head violently exploded like a watermelon.
The headless corpse fell to the ground, blood spurting wildly.
The entire scene fell dead silent.
The remaining eleven elite disciples stared at this grey-robed independent cultivator in sheer terror.
Instantly killing an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator in a single move!
What kind of monster was this?!
Shen Fei paid no mind to their fear.
As if taking a leisurely stroll, he passed through the crowd and walked out of the valley.
No one dared to stop him.
No one dared to make a sound.
It wasn't until Shen Fei's figure completely vanished into the thick fog.
That they woke up as if from a dream and frantically rushed into the cave dwelling.
Only to find Gu Yan slumped on the ground, reduced to a babbling idiot, and an entirely empty stone platform.
...
Deep within the Secret Realm.
Shen Fei walked through the dense forest.
He took off his bamboo hat and tossed it by the side of the road.
On the system panel, that pillar of destiny light, carrying an ancient aura, was still flickering on the western side of the Secret Realm.
"My guide has outlived his usefulness."
Shen Fei looked in that direction, his gaze profound and distant.
"Next up."
"It's time to go harvest the rest of the crop."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
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.
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!
