In the world of cultivation, deep within the Supreme Mystery Sanctuary. Jade Flower Peak. The mountain towered thousands of feet into the clouds, shrouded in thick spiritual mist. Qi Yuan, freshly appointed as the Sanctuary’s Holy Scion, descended rapidly from the sky, striding purposefully toward his residence. Along the way, every Sanctuary disciple he encountered […]

“What…?” Qi Yao stood frozen in place, momentarily unable to process what had just happened. Not far away, the bearded man, firmly immobilized where he stood, swallowed with great difficulty. He asked in a trembling voice, “Who… who exactly are you, sir?” Ever since this mysterious man appeared, the surrounding air seemed to have solidified

Qingyun Town. The Black Tiger Gang. Inside the heavily guarded main hall. A burly member of the Black Tiger Gang hurried in, his face masked with panic as he shouted to the middle-aged man seated at the head of the hall: “Gang Leader! Disaster has struck!” Seeing this, the Black Tiger Gang Leader, Li Hu,

Outside Qingyun Town. “That should be far enough.” Qi Yuan led Qi Yao to a remote mountain hollow before finally stopping. He wiped the fake blood from the corner of his mouth and expressionlessly gazed in the direction they had come from. This brain-dead system… it was really freaking ridiculous! In fact, aside from the

“So it really did happen.” Watching the flying vessel draw closer, Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression peculiar. Just like before, the script provided by the system was cliché and poorly written—the kind that would definitely flop if turned into a novel. According to the system, after the original host escaped with his

Supreme Mystery Sanctuary. The sky was lofty and distant, adorned with splendid clouds and mists. Extremely dense spiritual energy gathered into wisps of mist, enveloping the vast expanse of the Supreme Mystery Sanctuary. Majestic mountains stood tall, pavilions and towers rose in clusters, and countless rare and exotic beasts galloped and soared, presenting a magnificent

Seeing Qi Yuan’s “I’ve learned my lesson” demeanor, Daoist Hengzhen did not continue lecturing. Instead, he shifted the topic and spoke slowly. “This world is vast. Cultivators are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River, endless and boundless. Yet, those who can form a Nascent Soul are fewer than one in ten thousand.

At the same time. Inside Falling Cloud Valley. A massive magic mirror hovered in the sky, reflecting the scenes outside the valley in minute detail, clear and vivid. Beneath the magic mirror stood several Falling Cloud Valley cultivators. At this moment, they were intently watching the images in the mirror, their expressions varied. After seeing

“Ding! Host has completed a side quest. Reward: 50 Reversal Points, 200 Low-Grade Spirit Stones.” “Host has formed a favorable connection with the Child of Destiny. Destiny Luck has increased.” The system notification echoed in his mind. Qi Yuan faintly sensed an elusive, mysterious aura descending from the heavens and settling upon him, lifting his

After Yin Qingyuan announced the age restriction, no one present left. Those who could make it here couldn’t possibly be unaware of whether they met the age requirement. Falling Cloud Valley was secluded deep in the mountains, a long and arduous journey. If someone couldn’t even meet such a basic, hard requirement, they wouldn’t have

Because a large number of people were eliminated in the first round’s spiritual root test, fewer than a hundred test-takers remained for the second round. Guided by the disciples of Falling Cloud Valley, Qi Yuan stepped onto the small path almost simultaneously with the others. A moment of dizziness washed over him. When Qi Yuan

“Look, another person has perfectly passed the first stage of the illusion!” Just as the Falling Cloud Valley crowd was buzzing with discussion, someone suddenly exclaimed in surprise. “It’s Lin Zhen!” “He also realized there was something wrong with the beauty before him!” The next moment, an extremely astonished voice rang out again. “And Wang

“The second trial within the illusion tests honesty. That old man is blind and frail, utterly defenseless against the test-taker. Under such temptation, maintaining honesty counts as passing the trial.” “Of course, the passing requirements for this trial were modified once, making it much easier than a thousand years ago…” As Yin Qingyuan’s explanation continued,

Outside the illusion formation. “Is that even allowed?” “The old man can barely stand, half his body practically in the grave already, and that kid has the nerve to make him carry him up the mountain. Is that something a human would do?” “Holy crap, he’s almost at the fiftieth step. It seems like it’s

Early morning the next day. Falling Cloud Valley. Outer Sect. “Ding! Congratulations, Host, on completing the mission: 【Basic Mastery of a Cultivation Method】. Reward: 100 Reversal Points, 8 High-Grade Qi Gathering Pills, 300 Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Rewards have been automatically deposited into the system space.” Inside a simple wooden hut, Qi Yuan rubbed his temples

“Junior Brother Qi, at the very least, you have the ability to make the Formation Spirit Senior show itself. Just that alone is something no one else in Falling Cloud Valley can do.” Bai Xirou looked at Qi Yuan, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation. Qi Yuan immediately understood. Well, well, a hater is still

Qi Yuan and Bai Xirou were both somewhat dumbfounded as they watched the Formation Spirit display such an exaggerated expression. What kind of tragedy could have occurred to make a Formation Spirit that had lived for thousands of years grieve to this extent? The Formation Spirit seemed lost in some memory, tears welling in its

“Don’t go making wild accusations. We weren’t bullying Lin Zhen. It was just a few senior Outer Sect Disciples kindly testing his progress in his cultivation techniques. A few bumps and bruises during the process are perfectly normal. Even if you complain to Elder Mo, it won’t do any good.” Wang Luchuan wore a cold

Falling Cloud Valley. Outer Sect. “Reporting to the Elder, the assignments for the batch of newly entered Servant Disciples yesterday have been properly arranged. Please review them.” Inside the main hall, an old man in a blue robe and lotus crown sat at the head seat. Below him stood a middle-aged man dressed in the

The next day. Falling Cloud Valley. The Medicine Garden. A middle-aged steward spoke to Qi Yuan with a serious expression: “Big Qi, starting today, you will be responsible for working in Elder Kang’s medicine garden.” “If there is anything you don’t understand, you can ask the senior brothers and sisters within the garden. But remember

Just as Qi Yuan was puzzling over the situation, a flurry of footsteps echoed from outside the house, followed by a loud voice: “This is where the Servant Disciple Big Qi lives.” Qi Yuan frowned, composed himself, and stepped forward to open the door. His gaze landed on several men and women wearing stern expressions.

Indeed! Hearing this, the previously skeptical crowd suddenly came to a realization. That’s right. According to common sense, the effort and reward in this matter were completely disproportionate. A Servant Disciple’s monthly stipend was a mere two spirit stones. Three thousand spirit stones were equivalent to a full one hundred and fifty years of wages.

Once untied, Lin Zhen completely ignored the despondent Wang Luchuan and Liu Yingying standing nearby. He walked straight up to Qi Yuan, his eyes brimming with tears of gratitude. “Brother Qi, this is the third time you’ve saved me. I can never repay such great kindness!” Qi Yuan waved a hand dismissively, his expression gentle.

Falling Cloud Valley. Outer Sect. The night was as dark as ink, with only faint starlight filtering through. On the gentle, low-lying slopes stood rows upon rows of spacious and luxurious spirit beast pens. Each pen possessed its own independent protective barrier and a specialized Spirit Gathering Array. The environment was beautiful, and the spiritual

The next day. Qi Yuan arrived early for his shift at the herb garden, appearing completely unperturbed, as if nothing had happened. The strongest cultivator in the Outer Sect, Mo Zhengyang, was only at the late Golden Core stage—a minor realm below Qi Yuan’s own. This was precisely why he had dared to infiltrate Spirit

As they spoke, Bai Xirou pointed toward a bamboo grove in the distance and said with a smile, “I’ll take you to meet Junior Sister Zhen. She is an Inner Sect Disciple guarding the herb garden here. If you encounter any difficulties in the garden, you can seek her help.” Seeing Bai Xirou’s thoughtful and

After finishing his duties at the herb garden, Qi Yuan walked toward the Main Peak of the Outer Sect. The Main Peak was noticeably taller than the surrounding mountains, standing out prominently among the encircling peaks. The concentration of spiritual energy here was also far denser than in other places. “Junior Brother Qi, what brings

“Big Qi, you’re dead this time!” Watching Qi Yuan standing dumbfounded in place, Wang Luchuan, hidden in the shadows, flashed a vicious glint in his eyes and muttered to himself, “My cousin’s plan is indeed brilliant. Let’s see how you manage to squirm your way out of this one.” “The Crimson Flame Tiger is on

That night. In a simply decorated cave dwelling within the Inner Sect. Yin Qingyuan sat slumped on a cloud couch, his face dark and gloomy, his eyes filled with rage. Not far in front of him, Yin Hong knelt, trembling, his head bowed low, not daring to even breathe loudly. “Is what you just said

Zhen Yuyan? Upon seeing the newcomer, Qi Yuan’s gaze sharpened slightly, his heart reaching a state of utmost vigilance, yet he spoke calmly: “Reporting to Senior Sister Zhen, the growth of the Jade Leaf Grass hasn’t been ideal these past two days. I thought to water it a few extra times to avoid affecting the

At the same time. Deep within the bamboo forest. Inside an exquisitely laid-out small building, Ji Chan’er sat cross-legged, suspended motionless in the air. Around her, eerie winds swirled and shadows rippled, emitting waves of strange and ominous fluctuations that made her figure blur and indistinct, like a ghost. Because she was cultivating, Ji Chan’er

After a brief moment of silence, the area erupted into an uproar. “Kid, do you even know who you’re talking to?” “Damn! This guy’s looking for death. Is he always this reckless?” “He dares to provoke all of us? This little bastard is way too arrogant!” In an instant, all the Outer Sect Disciples participating

“The Outer Sect Grand Competition now officially begins!” As he spoke, Elder Yang Xiude of the Internal Affairs Pavilion waved his hand grandly. A group of Internal Affairs Pavilion disciples surged into the arena, distributing a teleportation talisman and a crystal-clear jade token to each participant. After the initial screening, around one hundred and fifty

Falling Cloud Valley. Back Mountain. Thud! With a muffled sound, Qi Yuan descended from the sky, landing steadily on a patch of soft soil. Raising his eyes, his view was filled with lush, verdant forests, deep and tranquil, with only the occasional distant cries of demon beasts breaking the silence. He looked around but didn’t

Watching Xie Yuxing’s team gratefully accept the “free gift” of Revitalizing Pills, Qi Yuan nodded with satisfaction. He felt he had once again successfully stoked the enthusiasm of his “employees.” With these recovery pills, this team of laborers would have the strength to generate more points. As the saying goes: without sowing, how can there

After hesitating for quite a while, the leading disciple among the newcomers cautiously approached Lu Kuang and tentatively voiced his confusion: “Senior Brother Lu, we haven’t encountered a single demon beast today. How did you end up with so many here?” Contrary to his expectations, Lu Kuang did not drive him away. Instead, he cast

The back mountains of Falling Cloud Valley. The competition area. Before their eyes lay a clear, winding stream, flanked by dense grass and low shrubs. Stone peaks stood all around, creating a landscape of strange, overlapping scenery. Three Outer Sect Disciples, all around twenty years old, were pacing back and forth as if searching for

Witnessing this scene, Yang Xiude, the elder from the Internal Affairs Pavilion responsible for organizing the Grand Competition, immediately breathed a sigh of relief, his expression filled with admiration. “Good, good, good. This Big Qi truly has both courage and strategy, and his character is upright and good. If he hadn’t intervened to save them,

As the final day arrived, the disciples participating in the Grand Competition became increasingly cautious. By this time, the demon beasts and natural treasures within the competition area had been mostly swept clean. For many, the most realistic way to continue earning points was to seize the jade tokens from others. Thus, conflicts among disciples

The competition is over? Hearing the shouts from outside, Lu Kuang, hidden within a crevice in the ground, immediately perked up, his tightly wound nerves relaxing considerably. He had chosen to hide here precisely to safely and steadily lie low until the competition ended. He was already quite certain that with his over 3,500 points,

Whoosh! Accompanied by a flash of white light, Xie Yuxing was teleported to the square where the magic mirror was located. His face was now filled with triumphant spirit, ready to receive everyone’s congratulations. Before activating the teleportation talisman, he had even prepared an acceptance speech in advance, waiting to recite it publicly when he

When Qi Yuan was brought to the plaza, countless gazes instantly focused on him, filled with astonishment, envy, admiration, and even awe… At the same time, the elder from the Internal Affairs Pavilion beside him, having somewhat calmed his emotions, solemnly announced: “Servant Disciple Big Qi has obtained a total of seventeen thousand two hundred

The next day. Inner Sect. “Junior Brother Qi, congratulations on your promotion to Inner Sect Disciple. I have been ordered by Elder Yang to take you to select your residence. Please follow me.” After receiving the identity token representing his status as an Inner Sect Disciple, Qi Yuan was led out of the Internal Affairs

“Junior Sister Bai, this is the Archive Repository. It holds the records of all disciples who have entered the sect over the past thousand years.” A short while later, Yin Qingyuan led Bai Xirou to several large storehouses. He then took out a pale golden bead from his robe, activated it, and the protective restrictions

“Please show yourself, Senior.” The moment Qi Yuan agreed, a voice filled with the vicissitudes of time and profound depth suddenly echoed in his mind. “Young friend, not only can I see that you are concealing your innate talent and cultivation level, but I can also tell that your aptitude is exceptionally high. You are

Just after seeing Lin Zhen off, another commotion arose outside the small courtyard. Qi Yuan turned his head to look and saw three male cultivators dressed in the robes of Inner Sect Disciples heading toward his residence. The leading male cultivator wore a jade crown and an embroidered belt. He was tall and somewhat handsome

He absolutely must not let this woman succeed! Just as Qi Yuan was thinking this, he saw Ji Chan’er give a faint smile and speak in an inscrutable tone. “Junior Brother Qi, your Senior Sister would like to ask you a few questions. I hope you can answer them truthfully.” To probe the true nature

Seeing Ji Chan’er’s expression of being thoroughly intimidated, Qi Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It worked! He had just successfully crafted an image of himself as a deranged lunatic with no weaknesses, one who would definitely seek revenge, paranoid and arrogant. He had successfully made her feel like she couldn’t bite down… “Sister

“If you’re afraid, you can also voluntarily give up your status as an Inner Sect Disciple and return to the Outer Sect to be a menial laborer. That’s where you truly belong. I’m sure those Outer Sect Disciples would welcome you warmly.” Yin Hong smiled with a hint of mockery, wanting to see the look

Falling Cloud Valley. Outer Sect Herb Garden. “Sister Zhen, are you there?” Outside the bamboo building, Bai Xirou knocked lightly on the door and called out softly. After several calls, there was still no movement from inside. She’s not here! Bai Xirou’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. After a moment of contemplation, she slowly pushed open

After deftly disposing of the evidence, Qi Yuan swaggered back to Falling Cloud Valley, his emotions perfectly stable, as if nothing had happened at all. The mission concerning Reed River City would be handled by people from the Supreme Mystery Sanctuary; it wasn’t something he needed to worry about. Those qualified to take on such

Before long, Bai Qingwu, the Sect Leader of Falling Cloud Valley, arrived hurriedly with a group of elders. Upon seeing the young man outside the mountain gate, he quickly stepped forward to greet him. “So it is the Holy Scion of the Celestial Zenith Sanctuary gracing us with your presence. Please forgive Bai for failing

Feeling the soft sensation transmitted from his arm, Qi Yuan couldn’t help but swallow hard, his heart pounding wildly. He never expected that the usually reserved and unassuming Eldest Senior Sister would have such a perfect figure… Qi Yuan forcibly suppressed the alluring thoughts in his mind and subtly tried to pull his arm outward.

The Library Pavilion. No wonder a ten-thousand-year spirit herb could appear within Falling Cloud Valley! Qi Yuan closed the thick Annals of Falling Cloud Valley in his hand, a look of realization dawning on his face. This book detailed a classic encounter scenario that all cultivators would delight in hearing about. It turned out that

Huh? Looking at the completely transformed small courtyard before him, Qi Yuan felt as if he had walked through the wrong door. He glanced left and right, confirming that this was indeed his residence, before stepping inside with a strange expression on his face. All the weeds and moss in the yard had been cleared

“Damn! So it was a plant!” After listening to Qi Yuan’s analysis of the case, the Formation Spirit’s expression shifted between dark and light, and he was unable to hold back a curse. “Let’s go, we’ll go pull out that thieving plant right now!” As the words fell, Qi Yuan felt his vision blur, and

“What?! All of my savings are gone?!” Upon hearing this utterly devastating news, the Formation Spirit was immediately overcome with grief, nearly fainting on the spot. “You little rascal, so young and already learning no good,” the Formation Spirit said, eyes bloodshot and teeth gritted. “Listen here, spit out everything you ate from me right

Looking at the relatively new copy of The Secret Record of the Golden Lotus, Qi Yuan’s expression gradually turned strange as an unbearable memory from his past surfaced. This was because the author of this book, “Laughing Scholar,” was none other than his own pen name! Back then, he had just transmigrated and was in

In a secluded, dense forest. Ji Chan’er’s face was like frost as she instructed the hunched, black-robed old woman beside her: “Grandma Qi, immediately send someone to find the Holy Scion of the Celestial Zenith Sanctuary, Piao Genshuo. Tell him that if he wants to retrieve that item, he must come to Falling Cloud Valley

Falling Cloud Valley. The Library Pavilion. “So that’s how it is…” Bai Xirou glanced around guiltily. After confirming no one was paying attention to her, she quickly placed the book in her hand, Thirty-Six Bedchamber Arts, back on the shelf, two blushes blooming on her fair cheeks. She never imagined that one day she would

The illusion continued. Time lost all meaning… Inside Granny Wang’s Teahouse. Qi Yuan lounged lazily, his arm wrapped around a body as soft as jade and warm as spring. His expression was one of utter, smug satisfaction. In his embrace, Ji Chan’er’s face was flushed with bashfulness. Her eyes were glazed and misty, rippling like

Ji Chan’er stared at the innocent smile plastered on Qi Yuan’s face. Her expression was grim, but inside, her mind was a chaotic mess, buzzing like a kicked hornet’s nest. She was the legitimate daughter of the Ji Clan, a figure of supreme status within the Nether Fiend Sect who crushed all her peers underfoot.

Boom… Rumble… Lightning serpents writhed amidst muffled thunder, the sky darkening under the oppressive weight of Heaven’s might. Flocks of birds and herds of beasts fled in panic, terrified of being caught in the tribulation lightning and meeting their doom. Qi Yuan was deep in a state of sudden enlightenment, countless insights about the Nascent

Reed River City. After achieving the Heavenly Dao Nascent Soul, Qi Yuan’s strength had soared to an entirely new level. He flew with incredible speed, soon arriving before a majestic, sprawling city. The city walls stretched for over a hundred miles and towered more than thirty zhang high, resembling a colossal beast crouching at the

“Cut the crap!” Qi Yuan took a deep breath, staring at the two smug faces before him. His expression was deadpan. “Describe your mission details. Step by step. If I hear one more word of nonsense, I’m failing you both on the spot.” “Uh…” The threat worked instantly. The dynamic duo—Dumb and Dumber—shut their mouths,

“You two did well.” After listening to their report, Qi Yuan nodded, offering a rare word of praise. If the Seven Great Sanctuaries were truly filled with gentle, benevolent saints, they would have been chewed up and spat out by the ruthless demonic sects eons ago. They hadn’t dominated the cultivation world for hundreds of

“Holy Scion of Celestial Zenith, what are you doing?!” Seeing the sudden change, Bai Qingwu’s pupils contracted sharply. Shock and fury warred on his face as he retreated, struggling desperately to break free from the encroaching black mist. However, the expanding mass of black substance clung to him like maggots on bone, locking him in

“A Formation Spirit?” Shen Wuji’s expression froze as the spectral figure manifested out of thin air. He hadn’t expected a Soul Formation-level Formation Spirit to be hiding within the insignificant Falling Cloud Valley. The feeling was jarring. It was as if he were happily smurfing in a beginner village, bullying noobs, only for a max-level

Realizing the stranger hadn’t recognized him, Qi Yuan relaxed his guard slightly and nodded. “This is Falling Cloud Valley.” He was curious. Why had this guy come here? Did a brothel open inside the valley without me knowing? “Finally found it.” The green-robed man let out a long sigh of relief. He glanced around before

“The audacity!” Just as Qi Yuan was momentarily stunned by the situation, Piao Genshuo, who had been hiding behind him, shot forward with a sharp whoosh. His face flushed with righteous indignation, he shouted at the top of his lungs: “Where the hell did you come from? How dare you impersonate me… I mean, how

No, wait! I almost got played by this brat! Shen Wuji snapped back to reality. He was currently playing the role of the Holy Scion of the Celestial Zenith Sanctuary. If a mere Qi Refining weakling snatched his identity token, he shouldn’t be reacting with such pathetic panic. Realizing this, his expression instantly hardened, and

What now? Shen Wuji’s expression fluctuated wildly. The instinct to flee was already budding in his chest. He couldn’t forget that Falling Cloud Valley housed a Soul Formation realm Formation Spirit. If his identity as a True Disciple of the Demonic Sect was exposed, he would be trapped like a rat in a cage, likely

What now? Sensing the strange looks directed at him from all sides, Yin Qingyuan felt a strong urge to vomit blood. He had thought that by throwing his lot in with Shen Wuji—a True Disciple of a Demonic Sect with profound methods—seizing the position of Falling Cloud Valley’s Sect Leader would be as easy as

“Junior Sister Ji, I was just joking earlier. Please, don’t take it to heart.” Shen Wuji forced a strained, dry smile onto his face. “Besides, I’ve already been exposed as an impostor by Falling Cloud Valley and beaten half to death by that Soul Formation spirit. Even in that critical moment, I didn’t drag you

“Brother, surely you’re joking?” Piao Genshuo looked at Qi Yuan like he was staring at a lunatic, his expression twitching with speechlessness. “Do you think Celestial Zenith Body Tempering Pills are cabbages found at a roadside stall? Even if you gutted the secret vaults of the Celestial Zenith Sanctuary, you wouldn’t be able to scrape

“Father, you’re awake!” “Sect Master, you’re finally conscious! We were all waiting for you to take charge of the situation!” “That little demon spawn dared to cry thief while being the thief! He slandered you, claiming you colluded with the demonic path. I firmly opposed him back then! My loyalty to you shines like the

Realizing the other party wasn’t joking, Bai Qingwu’s face hardened into a wooden, expressionless mask. “Your request is simply too outrageous. I cannot agree to it. It’s not too late to change it to something else.” “No need to change it.” Qi Yuan smiled slightly, repeating himself with absolute seriousness, “I only want Eldest Senior

Upon learning from several trusted elders that the visitors were disciples of the Supreme Mystery Sanctuary, Bai Qingwu reined in his emotions and responded, “Quickly, invite both of them in.” Soon, two boisterous voices could be heard approaching rapidly from the distance: “Comrade! We’re here to help! Quick, tell us who the opponent is this

Once everyone had left, Qi Yuan turned his gaze to Bai Xirou, who still seemed a bit dazed, and smiled. “Senior Sister, would you like to come back to the Supreme Mystery Sanctuary with me?” Bai Xirou snapped out of her reverie, slowly lifting her head. A flicker of confusion passed through her beautiful eyes,

“Ahem… Those two Immortals really lacked any sense of public decency. They couldn’t find a deserted spot to fight? To think they dragged an innocent bystander like you into their mess.” Sensing the trace of sorrow in the other party’s words, Qi Yuan coughed dryly to cover his awkwardness, offering a few words of cheap

The next day. After retrieving the compass from Lin Zhen, Qi Yuan made a trip to the back mountain and plucked the still-drowsy little white fox straight out of its cave. Soon after, amidst the tearful farewells of the Falling Cloud Valley disciples, he boarded the flying boat with Bai Xirou. This high-grade magical artifact

Reed River City. Qi Yuan suppressed his aura and once again disguised himself as “Big Qi.” He navigated through a maze of narrow alleys and soon arrived at a secluded courtyard. “Come in.” Before he could even raise his hand to knock, the wooden door swung open. A clear, pleasant female voice drifted from within.

Is this demoness out of her mind? After the initial shock, Qi Yuan’s mouth hung open blankly, confusion etched on his face as he stared at Ji Chan’er. “Fairy Ji, why would you have such a strange idea… I’ve always been timid and kind-hearted. A demonic sect is simply not the place for me, alright?”

Reed River City. The sun hung high in the sky, marking midday. The streets buzzed with activity; pedestrians jostled for space while vendors hawked their wares with gusto. The broad avenues were filled not only with light carriages and fine steeds but also with spirit beasts of all shapes and sizes, pulling ornate sedan chairs

“Found them.” As Qi Yuan and Bai Xirou exited the city, they didn’t have to travel far before stumbling upon a desperate scene. Four or five Foundation Building cultivators—men and women alike—were being savagely thrashed by a Ghost Face Moth at the peak of the Foundation Building realm. The monstrous moth was pitch-black, its wingspan

After entering the City Lord’s wife’s courtyard, Richie Zhang walked for a short while before being intercepted by a pale-faced young maid. The maid covered her nose with one hand and pointed a trembling finger at the three-story building in the center of the garden. “Hey! You, the night soil carrier!” she hissed, her voice

Seeing An Lingxiu hesitate, Qi Yuan let out a cold snort, his expression darkening instantly. “Are you implying that this Holy Scion is not worthy of meeting your wife?” “You misunderstand, truly!” A layer of fine sweat instantly beaded on An Lingxiu’s forehead. His face twisted into a bitter grimace. “My humble wife is… genuinely

As the crimson moonlight descended, the false grandeur of the magnificent hall was peeled away like a veil, revealing a twisted, horrifying reality. Substantial ghostly energy suffocated every corner of the City Lord’s Manor. The once-bright courtyards were now choked with flickering shadows, and eerie, rustling whispers echoed from the void, sounding like the weeping

BOOM! As Qi Yuan’s fist, wrapped in scorching Pure Yang energy, hurtled toward him again, Lu Jiuyuan’s frustration reached its peak. He had no choice. With a mental roar of defiance, he abandoned the physical body he had spent years cultivating and reverted to his spectral form. Whoosh— A blur of shadowy mist shot out

“Ahem…” Having finally shooed away the traumatized onlookers, Lucky Li cleared his throat with gusto. His voice boomed with restored confidence as he addressed the An siblings, who had only just begun to calm down. “Young Mistress, Young Master. This servant… er, wait, I mean I, Li Mingwang, have conducted a thorough investigation. I discovered

The night grew deep. At An Cailan’s fervent invitation, Qi Yuan and Bai Xirou agreed to stay overnight at the City Lord’s Manor and set off at first light. An Cailan personally escorted them to a secluded, elegant courtyard. The grounds were paved with white jade and lush with flowering trees, while the architecture exuded

Qi Yuan’s expression stiffened slightly. He threw a robe over his shoulders with a backhanded motion and began to explain himself. “Eldest Senior Sister, you know me. I have always been a man of integrity—pure, honest, and morally upright. You can’t just slander a good man like this!” “Who could have known your constitution was

Brain-dead System, just you wait! Sooner or later, I’m going to slap a massive one-star review right onto your face! After venting his fury, Qi Yuan composed himself. He quickly retrieved a communication talisman from his storage space, activated it, and spoke with a stone-cold expression. “Lucky Li, where are you guys right now?” On

The more Qi Yuan thought about it, the more feasible the plan seemed. In fact, it was likely the only viable option. At the very least, it seemed more reliable than disco-dancing on Wang Tiande’s grave… After all, trying to defeat a dead man without using some underworld methods was practically impossible. The Wang Family

Inside the meditation chamber. Qi Yuan sat cross-legged, his aura deep and abyssal. Chilling winds swirled around him as restless shadows danced on the walls, seemingly filled with countless wailing, drifting wraiths that exuded an unspeakably cold and eerie presence. Not long after, the strange phenomena in the room ceased abruptly. Qi Yuan slowly opened

Several days later. Supreme Mystery Sanctuary, Jade Flower Peak. Inside the Cave Abode, Qi Yuan sat upon the main seat, his face stern and his tone as cold as iron as he stared down at the Four-Eyed Spirit Fox. “Your Sister Bai is currently in seclusion attempting to form her Golden Core. With no one

The next day. After leaving a letter for Bai Xirou, who was still in seclusion stabilizing her realm, Qi Yuan arrived early at the External Affairs Hall to prepare for his journey to the Exquisite Sanctuary. Although the celebration ceremony wouldn’t begin for another half-month, the Exquisite Sanctuary was millions of miles away from the

It took a good while for Qi Yuan to snap out of his daze. Yet, despite the initial shock, his heart remained as calm as a stagnant well. The original host’s clansmen meant absolutely nothing to him. Even if they all dropped dead this instant, it would be difficult for him to squeeze out a

The next day. Reed Flower City. Unlike an ordinary city, Reed Flower City was more like a bustling, sleepless market for immortals. Mortals were few and far between, while the streets teemed with cultivators. Golden Core cultivators were a common sight here, and even Nascent Soul and Soul Formation experts were not unheard of. With

“Tch. If you wanted the goods, you should’ve just said so. Why beat around the bush with all that nonsense? You scared the hell out of me.” The attendant, initially flustered, sneered with disdain upon hearing Lu Changfeng’s request. He quickly reached into his robes and pulled out a stack of Shadow Retaining Talismans. “These

“Strange occurrences?” Piao Genshuo stroked his chin, his eyes lighting up with a wretched, knowing gleam. “Ah, I see what you’re getting at. I actually just heard from Lady Murong of the Joyous Union Sect. Apparently, sales of their… specialized literature have skyrocketed within the Exquisite Sanctuary recently.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to

A short while later. The Exquisite Sanctuary. “Fellow Daoists, you have traveled far. Your journey must have been arduous.” The moment the Supreme Mystery Treasure Ship docked at the end of the rainbow bridge, a middle-aged female cultivator in elegant palace robes glided forward. She offered a polite, practiced bow to the delegation on the

After pocketing the communication talisman, Qi Yuan dissolved the privacy barrier and stepped out of the main hall. He spotted a passing maid carrying a tray of spirit fruits and gently signaled for her to stop. “Junior Sister, a moment,” he asked with a polite, disarming smile. “Do you happen to know a new disciple

The Exquisite Sanctuary. Jade Cicada Palace. The grand hall was a vision of immortal decadence. Celestial music drifted through the air like scented smoke, weaving between the golden pillars and jade-paved floors. In the center of the hall, rows of ornate tables were laden with spirit fruits that glowed with inner light, delicacies made from

The Exquisite Sanctuary. The venue was a masterpiece of arcane engineering. A vast, artificially carved stone platform floated in the center of the valley, reinforced layer by layer with defensive arrays. Dense patterns of light flowed across its surface like liquid mercury, marking it as a top-tier dueling ground. News of the duel had spread

Ji Tianpeng looked like he was about to expire. His face cycled through a kaleidoscope of unhealthy colors—from ghostly white to bruised purple, and finally settling on a sickly, bilious green. He looked less like a Holy Scion and more like a man suffering from severe food poisoning on a spinning tea-cup ride. Qi Yuan,

“What a sword.” Outside the stone platform, Qin Lingxue’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, a glimmer of genuine appreciation flickering in their depths. Although Qi Yuan’s technical swordplay appeared somewhat unpolished to her expert eye, that single strike had condensed the user’s entire essence, energy, and spirit. It vaguely contained a True Sword Intent—one of indomitable

“Fairy Xiao.” Qi Yuan offered a faint, elegant smile and stepped forward to greet her. However, before he could say more, a streak of escaping light tore across the distant horizon, descending rapidly to land right in front of the Resting Mist Courtyard. As the light dissipated, it revealed a female cultivator dressed in colorful

“Apologies. Whenever I think of that friend, my heart feels… heavy.” Qi Yuan’s expression shifted into a mask of profound melancholia. He struck a pose of deep reminiscence, gazing at a 45-degree angle toward the sky, and sighed with Oscar-worthy tragic flair. “Her name was Liu Ruyan. We were once soulmates, bound by a friendship

Bathe… together? Hearing this, Shao Xuanji, hidden within the shadows of the mist, felt her expression twist into a complex knot. Do young people nowadays play so wildly? If she hadn’t witnessed it with her own eyes, she never would have imagined that her beloved disciple—always so pure, chaste, and dignified—would actually invite a man

I’ve been made! Qi Yuan stiffened, a chill running down his spine. He instinctively turned his head and saw a beautiful female cultivator in flowing Daoist robes hovering in the mist not far away, glaring at him with a face like frosted iron. Shao Xuanji? The Sect Leader? Qi Yuan’s heart plummeted. A layer of

After a spell of mental disorientation, Qi Yuan slowly opened his eyes to find himself lying on a bed of unimaginable luxury. Silk curtains hung low on all sides, surrounding him in a haze of gold and jade splendor. At the head of the bed, a three-legged, openwork incense burner—carved with scenes of a prosperous

After a brief flurry of noise from the corridor, the doors to the side hall swung open once more. A graceful figure swept in, adorned in a phoenix crown and ceremonial robes that shimmered like the dawn. Her long hair was swept up into a “Morning Clouds Near Fragrance” bun, secured by a pair of

“I’m full. We are going out for a stroll to aid digestion. You two… carry on chatting.” After enduring the most precarious and agonizing meal of his life—sandwiched between a manipulative “Green Tea” and a terrifying Dao Integration powerhouse—Qi Yuan finally seized an opening. He mumbled an excuse and fled the Phoenix Palace as if

Since the Illusion Realm mirrored reality, the Exquisite Holy Maiden was now fully clothed, leaving only the Holy Maiden Token lying forlornly on the ground beside the spirit pool. Even so, Qi Yuan dared not relax his guard. To avoid generating the slightest ripple of magical power that might alert Shao Xuanji, he didn’t even

Not long after. By the spiritual pond of the Exquisite Sanctuary. Bang! The illusion shattered with a deafening mental roar. Shao Xuanji’s consciousness snapped back to reality. Memories of her “imperial life” flashed through her mind like a fever dream, plunging her into a brief, stunned silence. A moment later, reality set in. “Damnable beast!

Stepping into the pavilion, Qi Yuan found the interior surprisingly stark. The four walls were bare, the space simple and unadorned, devoid of any furnishings save for a single rush cushion. Seated cross-legged on the cushion was a young maiden clad in palace attire, appearing no older than fourteen or fifteen. She possessed skin like

In but a moment, two familiar, graceful figures arrived in tandem. Leading by half a step was a woman clad in a flowing narcissus-hued Daoist robe. Her beauty was magnificent and imposing, her high-coiled hair adorned with regal ornaments. Amidst her delicate features lay a dignified grace that demanded reverence—this was none other than Shao

Exquisite Sanctuary. Guest Hall. Qin Lingxue sat with the Abyssal Frost Sword resting across her knees, her posture as upright and unyielding as a lone pine on a cliff. Wisps of vast, majestic Sword Intent drifted from the blade, twisting and distorting the void around her. At this moment, her expression was heavy with concentration,

“Senior, I do indeed need materials to refine the Heaven-Mending Pill. Could you take me to your noble Sect’s treasure vault for a look?” As he spoke, the corners of Qi Yuan’s mouth twitched upward uncontrollably, and he practically had to wipe drool from his chin. Jackpot! This is the accumulation of the Exquisite Sanctuary

“Holy Scion, welcome back.” By the time Qi Yuan returned to the Resting Mist Courtyard, the night was deep and silence reigned. He looked at the Supreme Mystery Sanctuary disciple greeting him and felt a sudden, jarring sense of dislocation—as if he had just returned from another world entirely. Reflecting on his recent stunts, calling

“Senior Brother, hold on.” Qi Yuan suddenly called out, halting the impending tragedy. He figured that if Lu Changfeng had the guts to swallow a Top-grade Emotion Severing Pill, the man clearly possessed immense resolve. He wasn’t beyond saving; he just needed a redirection of energy. After all, they were fellow disciples. Watching his Eldest

Not long ago. Central Spirit Domain, Yongli City. Night had fallen, but the city remained alive. Lanterns blazed along the thoroughfares, illuminating a river of pedestrians weaving through the bustling streets. In a tavern on a street corner, the noise was deafening. The main hall was packed to the rafters, the air thick with the

The original host… isn’t dead?! After cutting the transmission with Ji Chan’er, Qi Yuan frowned deeply, his eyes betraying his profound shock. Relying on his transmigrator’s enhanced memory, he replayed the scene outside Azure Cloud Town in his mind. To be absolutely safe, he had specifically swept the grave with his Divine Sense. He had

Holy shit! It’s the legendary Honey Trap! After a split second of hormonal distraction, Qi Yuan’s brain snapped back to reality. Xiao Yuening had risen above countless peers to seize the throne of the Exquisite Holy Maiden. She certainly wasn’t some naive, love-struck bimbo. Even if she harbored a sliver of affection for him, she

The next morning. As the first light of dawn broke the horizon, the entire Exquisite Sanctuary roared to life. Disciples, Deacons, and Elders alike wore expressions of vibrant joy, moving with methodical haste to prepare for the upcoming Grand Ceremony. For any faction, adding a Great Ascension realm powerhouse to their ranks was a monumental

Abyssal Sanctuary. Majestic peaks pierced the heavens, shrouded in steaming clouds and rosy mists. In the Guest Hall of the Outer Sect. A young man in his early twenties sat slumped on a wooden couch, his eyes closed in repose. His complexion was pale, his breathing shallow. Despite radiating the cultivation of the late Qi

Meanwhile, at the Exquisite Sanctuary. As the Grand Ceremony commenced, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Countless floating platforms of varying sizes ascended slowly into the sky, arranged like stepping stones to the heavens. Each platform was laden with elegant tables, carved screens, golden platters, and jade goblets. Female disciples of the Exquisite Sanctuary, dressed in

“Distinguished guests, may I have your attention!” Amidst the banquet, Shao Xuanji, the Sect Leader of the Exquisite Sanctuary, rose from her throne. Her voice was clear and resonant, cutting through the festivities. Instantly, the silk and bamboo music ceased. The boisterous laughter and chatter died away, leaving the vast hall in a heavy silence.

“Are you threatening me?” Shao Xuanji’s voice spiked, the temperature in the hall plummeting to freezing. As a Dao Integration powerhouse, she didn’t need to deliberately flair her Qi. Her sheer emotional agitation was enough to manifest a crushing pressure, descending upon Qi Yuan like the weight of a collapsing mountain. Buzz. The Nine Luminaries

At the same time. Abyssal Sanctuary. Deep underground lay the Sword Pool. The sheer cliffs here had been carved into honeycomb-like caves, and massive platforms were hewn from raw metal veins. Countless flying swords, shimmering with flowing light, patrolled the cavern like schools of fish, their overlapping trajectories forming a terrifying, impenetrable net of blades.

“Hmm?” Ji Chan’er withdrew her hand, a flicker of surprise dancing in her eyes as she scrutinized the young man before her. His vitality was feeble, yet there wasn’t a trace of deathly stagnation. His soul and flesh were perfectly fused, a seamless vessel with no signs of instability. And yet… Despite being a weakling

Qi Yuan turned to see two streaks of light cutting through the sky. In the blink of an eye, they landed before him, revealing themselves as Tu Ruoxu, the Holy Scion of the Eternal Sacred Ground, and Zhuang Qingyun, the Holy Scion of the Boundless Sacred Ground. What do these two want? Qi Yuan’s guard

Qi Yuan’s expression shifted, a subtle glint flickering in his eyes. Thanks to Old Man Shi’s prior explanation, he had already pieced together the mechanics of the “Heavenly Dao Path.” The core of a so-called “Perfect Breakthrough” was simple: one needed to incorporate a wisp of Heavenly Dao Qi during the process. He was the

The next day. Yongli City. Inside the luxurious Immortal Mansion Inn. Heavenly-Class Room. Gauze curtains drifted like clouds in the gentle breeze. Night pearls embedded in the walls cast a hazy, fluorescent glow, projecting two intertwined silhouettes onto a screen embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water. The shadows danced chaotically, merging and separating

Qi Yuan watched Ji Chan’er vanish into the distance, then leisurely straightened his robes. It was time to get back to business: hunting down the true culprit behind the Qi family massacre. He had to admit, the imposter had some skills. To withstand a Soul Search from a Nascent Soul cultivator and earn the label

Several days later. Inside the main hall of a minor cultivation clan. Chaos reigned. Tables were overturned, screens shattered, and furniture lay splintered across the floor. The clan members were strewn about in grotesque disarray, their faces frozen in masks of abject terror, forever capturing the moment their lives had been extinguished. Rivers of fresh

What do I do? Han Lie’s composure shattered. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird, and panic clawed at his throat. He frantically cycled through potential countermeasures, but his mind came up blank. He couldn’t fight. Neither the man nor the woman before him was someone his current Foundation Building body could

Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes, looking the legendary “Number One Rogue Cultivator” up and down with piqued curiosity. In the cultivation world, the vast majority of resources were hoarded by the major sects and clans. This made survival for Rogue Cultivators incredibly harsh; those who managed to ascend to high realms were rarer than phoenix

“Ding! Congratulations, Host, for successfully eliminating the true culprit behind the Qi family massacre.” “Reward: 1,500 Counterattack Points.” “Reward: Top-grade Defensive Artifact—Golden Ao Bell.” “Reward: New Talent—[Clear Dao Heart].” Accompanied by the familiar, cold mechanical voice, a wave of profound relief washed over Qi Yuan. His Divine Soul clarified instantly. His thoughts, once cluttered, became

Qi Yuan stroked his chin, adopting the pose of a seasoned scholar analyzing a complex problem. “Fairy Qin, in cases like yours, the standard prescription is social interaction. Mingling with others typically alleviates the symptoms.” He paused, looking her up and down. “However, your personality is naturally aloof. Even when you do interact with others,

Two days later. Qingping City. Inside a secluded quiet room. Brilliant light erupted from Qi Yuan’s form, blinding and intense. A surging tide of spiritual pressure blasted outward, slamming into the walls and causing the layers of defensive formations reinforcing the chamber to groan and tremble violently. It took a long while for the turbulence

As the ghostly mist evaporated, the sky reclaimed its clarity. Qing’an City was silent. Deathly silent. For the mortals and rogue cultivators huddled in the streets, the last few moments had been a fever dream. One second, a ferocious demonic cultivator was towering over them, promising to refine every living soul in the city into

Several days later. In the Boundless Void. Qi Yuan stood suspended in the empty air, his gaze fixed on a mass of void mist so dense it appeared solid. Ink-black clouds churned within, radiating a bone-chilling cold. This was the entrance to the Slaughtering Daoist’s hidden cave abode. What puzzled him, however, was the absence

The trio navigated the dim, freezing void mist. The world around them was a vast expanse of nothingness, their only guide the positioning compasses in their hands. “Found it! Look over there!” Zhuang Qingyun suddenly perked up, pointing excitedly into the distance. Qi Yuan and Tu Ruoxu followed his gaze. In the darkness, a faint

Guided by the stolen memories of the Slaughtering Daoist, Qi Yuan transformed into a streak of flowing light, piercing through the void toward the pocket dimension’s core. This ‘Cave Abode’ floating in the outer void was less a cave and more a small world carved out by a high-level cultivator. In its prime, it would

“Senior Brother Tu, there’s movement over there. Should we go take a look?” A thunderous roar rolled in from a thousand miles away, shaking the very air. Zhuang Qingyun abandoned the tent he was assembling and rushed over to Tu Ruoxu, who was surveying the terrain nearby. Tu Ruoxu stared at the mushroom cloud blossoming

Qi Yuan sheathed the Abyssal Condensation Sword with exaggerated care, offering a sheepish, righteous smile. “Forgive me. This demonic blade radiates such malevolent energy… as a man of modest courage, I dare not wield it for long. I only bring it out for a quick flash when the spirit inside isn’t paying attention.” “The master…

“Heavenly Dao above! I, Tu Ruoxu, hereby swear on my soul!” Qi Yuan raised three fingers to the sky, his expression a mask of grim determination. “I am willing to take action to exterminate the Slaughtering Daoist, Han Lie. Once the deed is done, I will promptly return the Creation Cauldron to Laifu. If I

Having said his piece, Qi Yuan didn’t stick around to see if the duo believed him. He immediately activated the teleportation talisman he had palmed earlier. Buzz! Space warped, and with a flash of white light, he vanished from the pocket dimension. He had done his due diligence. Whether they listened to his warning was

Abyssal Sanctuary. Inside a secluded, elegant pavilion. Riiiip! Qin Lingxue slammed the book shut, her face burning a deep crimson. In her agitation, her slender fingers had clenched too hard, tearing a jagged gash right through the cover. Her eyes swam, dazed and unfocused. Explicit scenes replayed in her mind on an infinite loop, making

Meanwhile. Deep within the subterranean abyss of the mines. Thousands of laborers, clad in nothing but rags, swung their pickaxes with numb, mechanical desperation. Their faces were devoid of hope, their bodies wasted and thin. Each miner wore heavy shackles inscribed with suppression runes. These glowing sigils bit into their flesh, sealing away their cultivation

Three days later. The overseer team leader gasped for air as he dragged himself out of bed. Despite a full night’s sleep, his body screamed in protest. His muscles ached as if he’d been beaten, and his legs trembled so violently he could barely stand. He stumbled to the bronze mirror and froze. The reflection

“Not good, enem—” The frantic cry was cut short by a wet gurgle. Shing! A flash of snow-white sword light sliced through the gloomy valley. The Golden Core patrol captain stiffened, his eyes bulging in shock as a fountain of blood erupted from his throat. He toppled backward, dead before he hit the ground. “Kill!”

In the dense forest. Whoosh! Situ Yun’s eyes were bloodshot, glowing with a manic crimson light. He frantically burned his own Life Essence to fuel the True Demon Blood-Burning Art, pushing his speed to the absolute limit as he tore through the underbrush. But despair clawed at his heart. No matter what forbidden techniques he

“Brother Situ.” “Brother Qi.” Now that their allegiances were “confirmed,” the tension between the two evaporated. The atmosphere became so relaxed and brotherly that one might expect them to sacrifice a chicken and swear a blood oath on the spot. After a few rounds of polite conversation, they quietly struck a deal. Qi Yuan would

[Demonic Sect — Outer Sect] Ding! [System Notification: Mission Complete] Achievement: Host has successfully gained the approval of Mine Overseer Situ Yun and secured status as an Outer Sect Disciple of the Nether Fiend Sect. Rewards: 2000 Counterattack Points, Cultivation Method «Nine-Turn Golden Core Art», Personal Space expanded to 1,000 cubic meters. Feature Unlocked: Long-Distance

[Demonic Sect — Outer Sect] [Blood Refining Peak] Inside another independent courtyard thick with Spiritual Qi. “Senior Brother Chi, these virgin cauldrons are fresh arrivals from the market district. Each one retains their Primal Yin. Please consider them a small token of filial respect from your humble junior.” The speaker was a young male cultivator

Buzz— The teleportation sequence initiated. A wave of vertigo washed over Qi Yuan’s consciousness. The world spun, blurred, and then snapped back into focus. The gloomy, blood-soaked atmosphere of the Demonic Sect was gone, replaced by the familiar, tranquil surroundings of his cave dwelling on Jade Flower Peak. Qi Yuan took a deep breath, letting

Outside the courtyard, the mob of Demonic Cultivators exchanged glances of dismay. They were completely baffled. Wu Renjie frowned, cupping his hands around his mouth to shout at the silent house. “If you didn’t find anyone, quit stalling and get out here! What are you dawdling for?” Silence. No matter how loud he yelled, the

When Ji Chan’er fell silent on the other end of the communication talisman, Qi Yuan’s heart skipped a beat. A cold drop of sweat rolled down his temple. “Fairy Ji…” he asked, his voice laced with genuine anxiety. “Is this matter… really that serious?” If even the Direct Daughter of the Ji Clan couldn’t smooth

Seeing the disciples of the Enforcement Hall tense up, their nerves clearly frayed, Qi Yuan quickly fished a token from his sleeve. “Senior Brothers, relax. In truth, I am a personal friend of Fairy Ji. This is her token; feel free to verify it.” The middle-aged Demonic Cultivator blinked, stunned for a moment. “Which Fairy

“Reporting to the Deputy Hall Master! Subordinates have located several surviving disciples on the outskirts of Blood Refining Peak!” Just as the silence on the peak was becoming stifling, a group of Inner Sect enforcers hurried back to the bone carriage. Trailing behind them were five or six demonic cultivators dressed in the ragged robes

Once the Enforcement Hall convoy vanished into the clouds, the remaining Outer Sect survivors exchanged panicked glances. They wanted to run, but their legs refused to obey. Terrified of provoking the “Demon Lord” further, they could only kneel in place, heads bowed. Their faces were ashen. Their knees knocked together audibly. They looked like condemned

Ji Chan’er scrutinized Qi Yuan with a probing gaze. She strongly suspected that his “capture” by this mysterious Chen Huai was a calculated move, likely hiding some deeper scheme. However, she also knew the man in front of her. Without hard evidence, he would never admit to anything. Asking him was a waste of breath.

The next day. The Nether Fiend Sect, Inner Sect. Inside a cave dwelling that reeked of desolation. Situ Yun awoke from his meditation, his hand instinctively grasping for the jade bottle beside him. He popped the cork and shook it upside down. Nothing. Not even a speck of dust. “I’m completely out of Recovery Spring

Meanwhile. The Ji Clan Ancestral Land. The sky stretched high and wide, a vast canvas of azure looming over endless, layered mountain ranges. A small white jade boat, ornate with carved railings and painted halls, sheared through the sea of clouds, leaving a streak of turbulence in its wake. Ji Chan’er stood at the prow.

Upon learning that Qi Yuan was merely an Outer Sect Disciple, a flicker of confusion passed through Madam Ji’s eyes. However, she quickly smoothed her expression, nodding slightly in acknowledgment. Her tone remained warm and gentle. “Since you are a good friend of Chan’er, there is no need to stand on ceremony. Please, consider this

The Ji Clan’s Treasure Vault? Qi Yuan’s eyelid twitched. His mind immediately began running simulations, calculating the probability of a successful heist. Based on the violent reaction from the Creation Cauldron earlier, the missing fragment was almost certainly sitting inside that vault. This is a problem. The Ji Clan wasn’t some two-bit countryside landlord. They

“Connect Five?” Father and daughter exchanged blank looks. Neither had heard of this profound Dao of strategy. “Connect Five. It’s simple: we take turns placing stones. Whoever links five in a row first, wins.” After a hasty explanation, Qi Yuan strode up to the Go board. He grabbed a handful of black stones in his

Damn it. So, under the banner of ‘avenging me,’ you wiped out Jiao Guang along with his entire bloodline? Hearing the grisly details, the corners of Qi Yuan’s mouth twitched violently. He had a sudden, overwhelming urge to kick Situ Yun—this self-proclaimed genius and absolute pig teammate—straight into the afterlife. This guy wasn’t here to

After a moment of silent contemplation, Ji Yuntian narrowed his eyes. He had made his decision. “Since he is Chan’er’s subordinate, leave him to her. Let her manage him herself.” Currently, Ji Chan’er was the junior he held in the highest regard within the entire clan. Barring any unforeseen accidents, his direct granddaughter had a

The following day. Qi Yuan emerged from his night of cultivation. His eyes snapped open, glowing with a reddish-gold light that surged like molten sunfire. A faint, archaic aura—profound and mysterious—drifted off his body. “The Jade Record of Supreme Mystery truly lives up to its reputation as the Saint Sect’s highest inheritance. I spent a

As Qi Yuan approached, the blood drained from the speaking disciple’s face, leaving him pale as ash. He stammered, his teeth nearly chattering. “Qi… Junior Brother Qi… uh, no! Lord Qi! This little brother truly didn’t mean to offend! You… you are a magnanimous figure, please spare me!” The others were in no better state.

The next day. Led by a stoic maidservant, Chen Huai arrived at a spacious, opulent hall. He was trembling like a leaf in a storm. “Reporting to the Master. This is the Outer Sect Disciple you requested, Chen Huai. As per your instructions, this servant brought him here the moment he returned to the Sect.”

Meanwhile. Qi Yuan, completely unaware that Ji Chan’er had just “avenged” his self-inflicted slavery, stood outside his courtyard. He gazed at the desolate, lifeless surroundings, and a faint sense of melancholy washed over him. This life… truly, is as lonely as snow! Ever since the “incident” where he massacred everyone in sight, no fellow disciples

Hearing the request, Piao Genshuo wore an expression that said, “You’ve come to the right person.” He slapped his chest with a resounding thud, projecting absolute confidence. “Brother Qi, rest assured! Between us brothers, there’s no need for formalities. Your problem is my problem.” “To be honest, I am on very close terms with Senior

Seeing that Qi Yuan seemed to genuinely appreciate his “vision,” Liu Qi’s excitement boiled over. He couldn’t wait to show off his innovative masterpieces. “Fellow Daoist Qi, feast your eyes on this! I call it the Easy Cultivation Pill. No matter your realm, a single pill provides a massive surge in energy—equivalent to three full

“This matter is bizarre. It has turned the Pill Saint Sect completely upside down.” Liu Qi paused deliberately, letting the suspense hang in the air, before leaning in and lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “You must not tell Master that I told you this. If he finds out, he’ll skin me alive.” Seeing

Shen Honglian narrowed her phoenix eyes, her gaze sweeping over Ji Chan’er with intense scrutiny. After a long silence, she finally gave a slight nod, her fingers absentmindedly toying with the diamond-shaped artifact. “Speak plainly,” she commanded, her tone laced with a hint of surprise. “You did not come all this way just to deliver