In the world of cultivation, things are no longer as they were in ancient times.
Back then, immortals were abundant, and prodigies took turns to shine, truly embodying the phrase "gods battling it out."
However, for reasons unknown, the cultivation world began to decline, and immortals disappeared one by one.
Nowadays, not only are immortals nowhere to be seen, but even those undergoing tribulations are rare.
Thus, the top tier of the cultivation world today is the Mahayana stage.
Only a handful of individuals have reached this level—officially, there are only ten, and while there might be others in the shadows, their numbers are certainly not large.
The second tier is the Dongxu stage.
This is the level of the leaders of top-tier sects, and they are exceedingly rare and powerful.
The third tier is the Nascent Soul stage.
This is the level of peak masters or elders in major sects, and while there are quite a few of them, they are still considered strong.
Below the Nascent Soul stage, it’s just small-scale activity, not worthy of being ranked on the strength tier list.
Nangong Xiyun, as a newly ascended Mahayana cultivator, may not be the strongest among them, but she is undoubtedly the youngest.
Without a doubt.
"Finally, I’ve broken through."
Nangong Xiyun felt the power within her, but she didn’t have any particularly strong feelings about it.
She had always been somewhat laid-back, and none of the enemies she had encountered so far had been able to push her to her limits.
She had no rivals among Dongxu cultivators, and Mahayana-level opponents were nowhere to be found.
This had made her somewhat complacent.
She hadn’t paid much attention to her cultivation level for a long time.
But breaking through still felt good, and her mood was lifted.
......
After traveling for several days, Su Luo and the others returned to the sect without incident.
They then reported Qin San’s situation to the sect’s Law Enforcement Hall.
The Law Enforcement Hall was responsible for handling internal sect matters.
Qin San was an exceptionally talented disciple of the Seven Stars Sword Sect, so this matter naturally had to be reported.
The case required thorough investigation, as the Law Enforcement Hall initially found it hard to believe that Qin San was a member of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
They couldn’t rely solely on one-sided accounts and needed to conduct a proper inquiry.
Su Luo had prepared himself to stay for a while and be questioned extensively.
However, he was quickly released.
The reason was that Nangong Xiyun had intervened. She privately explained the situation to the head of the Law Enforcement Hall, selectively recounting the events.
The head naturally trusted Nangong Xiyun, as in the eyes of the sect’s higher-ups, her status was almost on par with the sect leader’s.
It was simple—Nangong Xiyun was just that strong.
Sometimes, the higher-ups even wondered if the sect leader might not be a match for her.
Of course, this was pure speculation without any evidence.
After leaving the Law Enforcement Hall, Su Luo immediately returned to his residence.
Upon opening the door, he found the sect leader lounging on a recliner in the courtyard, gently rocking back and forth.
He looked completely at ease.
Su Luo was taken aback. Why was the sect leader here?
He closed the door, stepped back, and checked—yes, this was his residence.
When he opened the door again, he saw Little Yu instead.
She was slightly sweaty, clearly having just finished her training, but her smile was impossible to hide.
"You’re back?"
Ah, how long had it been since he’d heard such a greeting?
Su Luo was also happy. "I’m back."
With Little Yu welcoming him, Su Luo entered and returned to his home.
The sect leader, with a look of disdain, couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. He didn’t get such a warm reception.
He decided to speak up to assert his presence.
"Well, look who’s back. I thought you’d forgotten your way home."
"Why are you here, Sect Leader?"
Su Luo didn’t bother answering the sect leader’s question, as it didn’t warrant a response. Instead, he asked his own.
"Do you think I want to be here? Little Yu said she likes this place, that cultivating here helps her improve. I think it’s just her imagination."
"Really? I think this place is pretty ordinary."
Su Luo’s residence was indeed quite ordinary, nothing special.
The sect leader continued to complain, "Exactly. My place has abundant spiritual energy, various cultivation support formations, and... it’s much better than here."
Any disciple of the Seven Stars Sword Sect would be tempted by such an offer.
Su Luo played along, saying something polite, "Yes, Sect Leader, your words are quite enticing."
"Hmph, but I’m not giving it to you." The sect leader felt a bit smug.
That’s more like it—the envious expression he wanted. But he had already tried this line on Little Yu a few days ago.
Yet, Little Yu remained unmoved and insisted on staying here.
Su Luo: ...
I didn’t even ask for it.
Little Yu chimed in, "I think this place is great."
Sect Leader: ...
Can we even have a proper conversation?
Su Luo didn’t want to dwell on this any longer. He fetched another recliner from the room and sat down.
He entered relaxation mode.
"So, kid, what did you gain from this trip?" the sect leader asked.
"Not much. It’s a long story."
"Oh, do tell."
"Ah, it’s quite boring. Are you sure you want to hear it?"
"Go on. From the look on your face, it seems like you had some bad luck." The sect leader was eager to hear the details.
"I want to hear it too," Little Yu said, her eyes filled with anticipation.
"Alright, alright."
Su Luo began recounting his experiences.
From his perspective, there wasn’t much to tell. He had mostly just followed the group and coasted along.
He spent most of his time cultivating in his room, so there wasn’t much to say.
But since he was in storytelling mode, a little embellishment was natural.
While Su Luo wasn’t the best at spinning tales, he knew a thing or two.
First, he added a few demonic beasts to their journey through the mist, describing how the group fought several rounds.
Then, upon entering the secret realm, they encountered more demonic beasts and fought over a dozen rounds.
When it came to battling inner demons, they fought three hundred rounds.
The entire story was told with such vivid details and logical consistency that even the sect leader couldn’t tell it was made up.
He couldn’t help but ask, "Who won between you and your inner demon?"
"Fortunately, I came out slightly ahead."
"You actually won?"
"Well, it was my inner demon, so it was as weak as I am."
Damn it, the sect leader suddenly remembered Su Luo’s cultivation level. He had been completely fooled by the dramatic tale of three hundred rounds of battle.
It was just a battle between two weaklings, so why make it sound so epic?
"You may have won, but you must have been beaten pretty badly."
Thinking this, the sect leader’s mood improved again.
Wait a minute, Su Luo also remembered something important.
Qin San—while he wasn’t significant to Su Luo, he seemed like a big deal to the sect leader.
"By the way, Qin San is dead."
Huh? The sect leader was still processing the exciting story when this shocking news dropped out of nowhere, completely unrelated to what had just been said.
"What did you say!?"
"Qin San is dead."
"How did he die?"
"You should go ask the Law Enforcement Hall. If you just take my word for it, you might not believe me."
The sect leader didn’t waste any time. In a flash, he was gone, heading straight for the Law Enforcement Hall.
Su Luo didn’t feel like elaborating further, but he still gave Little Yu the full story.
Of course, he made some adjustments to his own part.
"Little Yu, if you ever encounter someone from the Heavenly Demon Sect, don’t hold back. None of them are innocent."
"Got it."
As for why Su Luo was so certain?
It was because he would later become a member of the Heavenly Demon Sect himself.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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?”
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."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
