"My name is Huang Nuanyan, the daughter of the Ink City's lord nearby."
Huang Nuanyan said this without a hint of arrogance, speaking sincerely.
Su Luo replied, "I'm Su Yu."
Little Yu, understanding Su Luo's intent, added, "And I'm Xiao Luo."
When traveling, using an alias was perfectly normal.
"Seems your identities aren’t simple either. Friends?"
Noticing their lack of surprise or awe at her status as a city lord’s daughter, Huang Nuanyan found their composed demeanor intriguing—further proof of her sharp judgment.
"Sure," Su Luo agreed, though she had no intention of truly considering Huang Nuanyan a friend. A chance encounter was just that.
Still, there was no need for rudeness; a polite response sufficed.
"So, you’re really not planning to participate in the Spirit Combat Tournament in Water City?"
Seeing that Su Luo and Little Yu were around her age and heading in the same direction, Huang Nuanyan had assumed they were also bound for the tournament.
Su Luo recalled—the tournament was indeed about to begin, and Lin Xuan would be there.
She made a mental note to jot it down in her diary later.
"You’ve misunderstood. We’re not," Su Luo clarified.
"Oh! You fit the criteria, and your route matches, so I thought... My apologies."
"What’s the Spirit Combat Tournament?" Little Yu asked, her interest piqued.
After days of traveling with Su Luo, she’d gradually grown more curious about the outside world. Though she hadn’t abandoned cultivation, her obsession had waned.
She cherished every moment alone with Su Luo.
"It’s a competition among cultivators—supposedly quite fun. But I’ve only heard about it; never participated myself."
"Fun? Su Yu, let’s join!" Little Yu’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at Su Luo.
"With your cultivation level, you wouldn’t get much of a challenge. Besides, there are requirements."
The Spirit Combat Tournament was designed as a lighthearted event for the younger generation, leaning toward entertainment—though battles were still part of it.
The rules stipulated participants must be under 30 and below the Golden Core stage.
Huang Nuanyan, assuming Little Yu’s cultivation was too low, reassured her, "It’s fine! Even without a real shot at winning, you can still join for the experience. I’m at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment—I can look out for you both."
"Thank you, you’re so kind." Little Yu turned to Su Luo, pleading, "Su Luo..."
"Isn’t it inappropriate?"
It dawned on Su Luo that both she and Little Yu technically qualified as "younger generation."
But participating would be outright bullying—far beyond just picking on the weak. If discovered, they’d likely face severe backlash.
Huang Nuanyan persisted, eager for company. "Is your cultivation too low? Even at Qi Refining, it’s just for fun!"
Cultivation wasn’t something everyone excelled at—talent and resources were both crucial.
Hearing this, Su Luo and Little Yu felt too awkward to reveal their true cultivation levels.
Doing so would only shock Huang Nuanyan.
In the end, with Little Yu giving her that look, Su Luo relented. As long as they weren’t exposed, it’d be fine. Let others laugh—she’d endured worse.
"Alright, let’s go. It’s on the way anyway."
"Great!" Little Yu hugged Su Luo affectionately.
Huang Nuanyan observed them, her expression turning curious. "By the way... are you two cultivation partners?"
"Yes! Could you tell?" Little Yu answered eagerly.
Huang Nuanyan sighed dramatically. "Ah, my chance is gone. Honestly, I found Su Yu handsome and extraordinary—thought I’d try my luck. I assumed you were siblings. Oh well."
Her bluntness amused Little Yu, who grinned. "No chance for you."
"No matter. Friends are good too."
Huang Nuanyan wasn’t heartbroken. As a city lord’s daughter, she’d seen plenty of handsome men—though, admittedly, Su Luo outshone them all.
She kept chatting, clearly the talkative type.
Su Luo managed at first, but Huang Nuanyan’s enthusiasm was overwhelming.
Eventually, Little Yu stepped in, engaging her in conversation and giving Su Luo some peace.
Su Luo lay down, turning her back to them.
The carriage was spacious enough for it not to be an issue.
"Her health isn’t great—don’t mind her," Little Yu explained.
"No worries," Huang Nuanyan replied, unfazed.
Su Luo rolled her eyes internally. Her health was impeccable—this was pure slander. But the quiet was welcome.
Little Yu wasn’t fond of talking to strangers, but if she didn’t intervene, Su Luo would have to.
Su Luo was kind to most well-meaning people—a trait Little Yu wasn’t sure was entirely a virtue.
Seizing the moment, Su Luo began writing in her diary.
[The Spirit Combat Tournament in Water City... Never thought I’d end up going despite having no role in it. But if it’s for Little Yu, fine.]
[Lin Xuan will be there—not as a participant, but as a guest judge. His job is to commentate and evaluate the matches.]
[He’s a big name now. At the same age, while others are still competing, he’s already judging. Quite the contrast.]
[The tournament spans three days, with different events each day, eliminating contestants until a winner emerges.]
[Looks like a bunch of amateurs duking it out, but raw power isn’t everything. Only well-rounded skills lead to victory.]
[...]
[The finals arrive, and the winner is swiftly decided—a man named Cheng Hai. But he cheated, fooling everyone except Lin Xuan.]
[Just as Cheng Hai steps onto the podium, thinking he’s won, Lin Xuan exposes him.]
[Then comes the righteous speech—how cheating is wrong, blah blah.]
[In the end, Cheng Hai’s title is revoked, and everyone praises Lin Xuan’s integrity.]
[But it doesn’t end there. For Lin Xuan’s fame to soar higher, someone had to stir trouble.]
[Elder Heiya of the Earthly Fiend Sect was Cheng Hai’s secret backer.]
[His scheme to claim the prize foiled, he holds a grudge against Lin Xuan.]
[That night, he ambushes Lin Xuan—only to find Lin Xuan already waiting for him.]
[After a fierce battle, Lin Xuan slays Elder Heiya.]
[News spreads fast. Elder Heiya was a notorious demonic cultivator, and Lin Xuan’s reputation skyrockets, especially among the youth, who find him utterly dashing.]
Su Luo closed the diary.
[Diary entry complete. Reward: Constitution +2, Strength +2.]
[New ability unlocked: Water Dominion.]
[All water within sight is now under your flawless control.]
Familiar, just like [Flame Monarch].
With mastery over both fire and water, she felt unstoppable—at least against opponents relying on those elements.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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.”
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?!
