"Wuwuwu, am I not even qualified to work in an electronics factory?" Little Wei felt her own insignificance.
This was just too pitiful.
"Do you really like electronics factories that much?" Si was genuinely exasperated.
What’s so great about them anyway?
"Of course not, even a dumb dog wouldn’t go there." Little Wei still remembered those bleak days working in the factory.
Being scolded like a dog every day and forced to work overtime constantly.
It was downright torture.
"If you really like it, I can introduce you to one." Si suddenly became unusually eager.
Little Wei: "..."
"Ah, no no no, let’s not go there." Little Wei quickly declined.
"Look at you, always teasing me like this. Do you find it amusing?"
If this girl were standing in front of him, Si would’ve kicked her.
"Not at all!" Little Wei snorted lightly.
"Anyway, just do your best. If there’s time, I’ll give you a surprise." Si said with a smile.
"Huh?" Before Little Wei could ask, she heard Duan Lingyun calling her.
"Master, later… you’re not planning to go in with the sect leader and the others, are you?" Duan Lingyun asked worriedly.
"I definitely have to go." Little Wei felt uneasy.
Her spine tingled—she suspected Si had been staring at her and Duan Lingyun this whole time.
Great. Ignorance was bliss, but now that she knew, her heart only grew more anxious.
Still, she didn’t let go of Duan Lingyun’s hand.
If this girl turned dark, the entire Qingdao Sect would be doomed.
"Master, can’t you just not go?" Duan Lingyun had originally wanted her master to take her along, but her cultivation was too weak. Even if her master allowed it, the sect leader would never tolerate such recklessness from a disciple.
"I have to go." Little Wei glanced at Duan Lingyun.
At least she still had ways to deal with demonic creatures. If the sect leader and elders went in, what then?
Just to throw their lives away?
She patted Duan Lingyun’s hand. "The other disciples are already warning people not to enter Sunset Forest. Go help them."
Duan Lingyun pressed her lips together, but before she could say anything, Little Wei tightened her grip.
"No need to be so nervous. Your master has a plan, and I’ve even got something special—a natural counter to demonic creatures." Little Wei showed Duan Lingyun the little creature nestled in her arms.
"A… cat?" Duan Lingyun frowned.
How could a mere cat protect her master?
"This isn’t a cat. It’s a tiger." Little Wei’s lips twitched.
Even the usually well-behaved Phantom Light Tiger in her arms started baring its teeth.
Thankfully, Little Wei reacted fast and held it down—otherwise, Duan Lingyun’s face would’ve been marked with bite prints.
"Will it really help?" Duan Lingyun remained skeptical.
"Don’t you know how to research? Go look it up—it’s called a Phantom Light Tiger." Little Wei was at a loss.
With her disciple like this, she’d probably end up fighting the tiger in seconds.
"A Phantom Light Tiger?" Duan Lingyun paused, then crouched slightly to examine the "kitten" in Little Wei’s arms.
"It… doesn’t look like one." Duan Lingyun hesitated.
The little "cat" snarled, its claws itching to scratch Duan Lingyun’s face.
"It’s angry." Little Wei found it amusing.
This tiger was feisty—yet for some reason, it didn’t lash out at Duan Lingyun.
Maybe it sensed the fragment of a divine soul within her?
"But it must be real. The phantom wings match the descriptions in the books, though they’re much smaller." Duan Lingyun tugged lightly at the wings.
She knew exactly how formidable a Phantom Light Tiger could be.
Now that her master had such a companion, her worries eased.
"Master, you must protect yourself. Otherwise… I’ll be worried." Duan Lingyun’s voice softened.
It was rare to see her like this. Little Wei couldn’t help but feel like laughing.
"Alright," Little Wei agreed. "I’ll take care of myself. Go back to the inn and stock up on spirit beast meat or any good dishes for me. I’m starving."
She really was.
Earlier, when they’d rested at the Liu residence, she hadn’t eaten much. Now, she was practically dying of hunger.
"Understood, Master. Do you want anything now? Some shops in town might still be open, but if we wait any longer, there won’t be anything left." Seeing her master rub her stomach, Duan Lingyun understood.
By now, the sky had darkened completely.
If not for the lanterns lighting up the town, the cultivators wouldn’t even be able to see each other.
Still, there was some good news.
Few ventured into Sunset Forest at night, and those who intended to were stopped by Qingdao Sect disciples.
The only ones left inside were those who had entered during the day.
"Alright, buy extra and share it with the other disciples." With a wave of her hand, Little Wei produced three mid-grade spirit stones—more than enough for good food and wine.
"Got it, Master. I’ll go now."
Duan Lingyun was obedient and sensible.
Little Wei watched her retreating figure, a faint smile on her lips.
When Duan Lingyun returned, the disciples were already sitting on the ground.
With no one entering Sunset Forest anymore, they could finally take a breather.
Duan Lingyun hurried to the outskirts of the forest and distributed the food from her storage bracelet.
"Thank you, Senior Sister!"
"Many thanks, Senior Sister Duan!"
"Senior Sister Duan is so kind! May you reach Golden Core soon!"
The disciples chimed in cheerfully.
Watching them, Duan Lingyun suddenly understood why her master had spent so many years with these juniors.
She felt an unfamiliar warmth.
"It’s nothing." For once, Duan Lingyun allowed herself a small smile.
Seeing this, Little Wei couldn’t help but boast to Si, "See? My plan worked, didn’t it?"
"Yeah, it really did." Si nodded.
When Little Wei first read the disciple records, she’d noticed Duan Lingyun’s glaring personality flaw.
The girl avoided socializing and was indifferent to human connections.
Such a temperament might suit a cultivator, but Little Wei didn’t think it was healthy.
If someone with such flaws could change through effort, all the better.
People like that needed to learn how to embrace warmth.
"Master." Duan Lingyun sat beside Little Wei and conjured a large jade table.
Many disciples had similar items, but hers was exceptionally spacious.
"Uncle, come join us." Little Wei called out.
Old Dan, the Alchemy Peak master, shook his head.
"I won’t intrude on your master-discendant bonding. This girl’s thoughtful—the pancake she gave me is stuffed full, and the porridge is plenty."
Old Dan had no interest in sitting at a table full of women.
Too awkward.
"Fine." Little Wei shrugged.
For the next world, I’m thinking of writing a supernatural mystery—a whodunit. How does that sound?
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
