"A waterfall!"
Though it wasn't Little Yu's first time seeing one, a different waterfall still warranted a squeal of excitement.
"‘A silver stream cascades three thousand feet’—quite fitting."
"Let’s get closer."
As they approached, Su Luo suddenly leaped beneath the waterfall.
"Watch me train under the falls!"
Su Luo submerged herself entirely, letting the water pummel her body.
Little Yu couldn’t help but question, "Does this actually work?"
"Of course."
Hearing Su Luo’s response, Little Yu joined in, though out of habit, she shielded herself with spiritual energy, leaving the waterfall unable to touch her.
"I feel my power growing," Little Yu said, echoing Su Luo’s theatrics.
"You’re doing it wrong. You need this stance."
Su Luo planted her feet firmly, clasped her hands, and closed her eyes, embracing the waterfall’s force. "This is how you train."
Little Yu mimicked her, then realized something was off—with her spiritual shield, the waterfall exerted no pressure at all.
Dispelling her energy, the water crashed down on her head, drenching her instantly.
Glancing at her soaked clothes, Little Yu’s face flushed slightly.
She stole a peek at Su Luo, only to find her not looking her way.
A flicker of disappointment crossed her mind.
......
Arriving at a lakeside in a small town, Little Yu pointed excitedly. "Look!"
A massive whirlpool churned on the lake’s surface, sucking water into a bottomless pit—yet the water level never dropped.
"What’s causing this?"
"There’s a hidden realm inside," Su Luo explained. "Want to check it out?"
"Sure!"
The realm turned out to be an ordinary one, long stripped of treasures.
Locals had grown indifferent to it, treating it as mere scenery.
Little Yu tugged Su Luo into the lake, letting the whirlpool drag them in. After dizzying spins, they finally entered.
The realm was little more than a winding cave with a few branching paths leading elsewhere.
Su Luo and Little Yu took their time exploring, unhurried.
"Really, there’s nothing here."
"Because anything useful was taken long ago."
Still, remnants remained—faded carvings, lifelike stone sculptures, and at the deepest end, the ruins of a crumbling structure.
An archaeologist’s dream, if the cultivation world had such enthusiasts.
After thoroughly exploring the realm, Little Yu felt something was missing.
Suddenly, she brightened. "Since there’s nothing here, let’s leave something behind!"
"You’re in the mood for that?"
"A little surprise for future visitors."
Su Luo considered it. "Fine, but let’s add some trials."
"Agreed."
Now, their roles had shifted—no longer treasure seekers, but benefactors.
They got to work.
Little Yu dug out a few pills and a weapon from the neglected corners of her storage space.
"This’ll do."
The pills were useful for Foundation Establishment and even Golden Core cultivators, while the weapon was decent for Foundation-level combat.
Useless to her now, but valuable to others.
No need to be overly generous—just a whim.
They scouted for a hidden spot and designed challenges.
Naturally, it had to be well-concealed; Little Yu didn’t want it found too easily.
Traps, puzzles, combat trials, and even a test of character—everything was included.
Finally, Little Yu added a riddle:
"What is Su Luo’s favorite dish?"
Su Luo frowned. "You’re leaving it to chance? Who even knows what I like?"
"Exactly! Luck is part of fate," Little Yu countered.
"...You’re not wrong."
She input an answer: [......]
"Perfect."
Let fate decide.
Su Luo noted it was a dish from this cultivation world—one she genuinely enjoyed.
But imagining some poor soul slogging through trials only to face this absurd question…
They’d lose their mind. Sure, they could brute-force guess every dish, but what a chore.
Little Yu even added anti-tampering spells—no brute-forcing unless you outclassed her.
Honestly, the reward hardly justified the effort.
......
A month passed in leisurely travel.
Su Luo and Little Yu wandered wherever seemed fun or lively.
No strict plans—just whims.
Their destination, however, remained clear: Thousand Peaks Mountain.
Meanwhile, the cultivation world was peaceful. After their crushing defeat at Crossed Valleys, the Heavenly Demon Sect had vanished.
Truly, the Heavenly Demon Sect must be eradicated—always.
Life was better without them.
Su Luo and Little Yu strolled casually, having flown part of the way but now choosing to walk.
Not out of fatigue—just for the sake of it.
Little Yu mused, "Did we pick a place too far?"
"Distance doesn’t matter. Thousand Peaks Mountain isn’t going anywhere. We’ve got time."
The next plotline involved other antagonists, unrelated to them.
"True."
Just then, a lavish carriage pulled by three crimson horses passed by.
The design screamed nobility.
It halted abruptly.
A young woman leaned out the window.
"Where are you headed? Need a ride?"
Her tone was friendly, bubbly yet polite.
"No thanks," Su Luo declined.
The driver, Elder Ye, whispered, "Young Miss, caution is wise. Let’s move on."
Clearly, he urged her to be warier of strangers.
"It’s fine, Elder Ye. Not everyone’s a villain—and you’re here to protect me."
Elder Ye sighed. His young mistress was too naive.
Well, if these two caused trouble, it’d be a lesson for her.
"Don’t be shy! Fate brought us together. I’m heading to Aqua City for the Spirit Combat Tournament. You too, right?"
The carriage now idled beside them.
Little Yu blinked. "Aqua City? Spirit Combat Tournament?"
"You didn’t know? Hop in, I’ll explain!"
Unable to refuse their enthusiasm, Su Luo and Little Yu boarded.
Su Luo eyed Elder Ye—Golden Core realm. Impressive, for a mere escort.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
