A scholarly youth dressed in green stood amidst the misty rain outside the gate. This was a tiny sliver of Chen Xia's soul, no more than a ten thousandth part. As such, his cultivation level wasn't too high, only at the mid Gold Core realm.
The little paradise already had cultivators who had crossed the Yuanying threshold, and there were many Gold Cores too. Chen Xia's sliver of soul wasn't considered too strong among Gold Cores.
But no matter, if he couldn't beat someone he could always summon more power. And there shouldn't be anyone in this little paradise that he couldn't beat.
The combination of true dragon energy and insights into the Wheel of Reincarnation should allow him to prevail even against cultivators at the Yuanying realm.
This was normal. If he couldn't transcend realms and kill enemies even in a little paradise, his centuries of cultivation in the Sea of Swords and Sky would have been wasted.
Even if you brought a big yellow dog here, it could transcend realms and kill enemies in this little paradise!
He couldn't possibly be inferior to a dog, could he?
Chen Xia stretched lazily, then poked his head through the huge gate to look inside. Seeing no one there, he stepped through fully.
"Who goes there?" A shrill voice called out, like that of a boy whose voice had yet to break.
"I've come to pay respects to the master," Chen Xia replied, glancing in the direction of the voice. It came from a small wooden pavilion with a window, through which he could see the round head of a youth with a beauty mark on his forehead.
"To pay respects?" The youth looked Chen Xia up and down carefully, nodding his round head.
"Not bad, handsome looks, tall and slender figure. A fine specimen indeed. I'll register you here and give you a sect medallion, which will make you an official disciple."
"Great," Chen Xia wrote down his name and accepted the medallion, then immediately turned to head deeper inside.
"Wait a moment!" The youth's shrill voice called out to him again. Holding up the registry he asked,
"Where are you from? You didn't write down your origins."
Chen Xia waved a hand casually and laughed.
"I'm from Weixi Town."
The youth frowned, not recognizing the name of any town nearby. He lifted his round head and continued questioning,
"Which country is that in?"
"The Great Song Dynasty."
Nowadays the land was divided into many countries, constantly at war. A new dynasty could rise one year and fall the next.
But the youth truly hadn't heard of the Great Song. Perhaps his knowledge was lacking. Just as he lifted his head to ask more, Chen Xia had already disappeared from view.
"Humph, what's the hurry? You'll just end up as cultivation cauldron fodder for Mistress anyway!"
The youth deliberately emphasized the words "cauldron fodder," his expression twisted with jealousy.
The Mistress was looking for a cauldron to refine essence into elixirs, and needed strong, handsome men. He didn't qualify in either regard, so he could only stand guard outside as a youth attendant.
This caused the youth much resentment. He would often sit in his pavilion cursing the other disciples, hoping they would die quickly so he could move up in status and gain the Mistress's favor.
"Mistress, Mistress!" The youth muttered her name dreamily in his shrill voice, as if lost in fantasy. His round head slumped against the door frame.
White Floating Mountain wasn't very large, so Chen Xia reached the peak after just two leaps. Looking around and seeing no one, he headed straight for the top platform.
He had descended into this little paradise merely to watch the excitement, with no intentions of upholding justice or anything like that.
What exactly constituted justice anyway?
Yun Miao wanted to stop the Mistress's deviant actions and prevent White Floating Mountain from losing its way completely.
But objectively speaking, the Mistress hadn't really done anything wrong. Even taking two disciples as lovers only happened after her husband, Patriarch Yun Miao, had passed away.
And though she was using disciples as cultivation cauldrons now, she wasn't directly draining them dry, but recycling them in cycles.
If you really thought about it, neither side was truly in the wrong. They just had differing philosophies.
Chen Xia actually admired the Mistress's path quite a bit. This was a pure enchantress cultivation method! He'd already thought of a future daoist name for her.
The Juice Squeezer!
With these thoughts, Chen Xia ascended the high platform. Only now did he see two white-robed disciples guarding the highest tier of steps. They shouted at Chen Xia,
"The Mistress is in secluded cultivation! What are you doing here?"
What proper cultivation is this?
Chen Xia wanted to retort, but to avoid impacting the trajectory of this little paradise too much, he only replied "My apologies" and turned to head back down the steps.
But as he stepped down onto the last step, his figure suddenly vanished.
He reappeared outside the great hall atop the stairs, where disciples would come to venerate the Grand Celestial Venerable. But now, instead of silence, the sound of a woman's passionate moans could be heard, like the cries of an oriole.
Chen Xia's expression was a bit odd. He peeked through the window.
Oh. Well that's not too outrageous.
Just a man and woman grappling. Nothing worth gawking at really.
He was about to withdraw his gaze when it suddenly froze in place. He looked closer at the woman, and a hint of spirit light flashed in his eyes.
The woman had just arched her back and thrown her head back, her extremely flushed face covered in a dense layer of faint white energy, like aggregated fuzz sweeping across her skin.
A demonification technique!
The widely experienced Chen Xia recognized it instantly, and nodded, finding it quite interesting.
He had heard of demonification techniques in the little paradises before. They originated from a heretical offshoot of Taoism.
The theory was that if demons could take human form through cultivation, why couldn't humans cultivate a technique to take demon form?
Or even combine the traits of multiple demons to create a unique existence.
Chen Xia felt there was some logic to the idea, though he hadn't heard of anyone successfully cultivating it.
He didn't expect this woman to be practicing a demonification technique. Judging by the look of it, there was no telling what kind of demon she was becoming. Perhaps a chimera of some sort.
The woman's body suddenly convulsed as she let out a sharp cry. The flush on her face rapidly deepened. Just as she was about to grapple some more, her expression abruptly shifted and she shouted sharply,
"Who's there?"
Also at the Gold Core realm, she naturally sensed Chen Xia's presence.
The woman's Phoenix eyes flashed as spirit light glimmered.
The doors and windows directly exploded outwards, exposing Chen Xia standing outside.
For a moment, their eyes met.
Fortunately Chen Xia remembered one principle: if you're not embarrassed, the embarrassment falls on the other party.
So he waved a hand and laughed lightly. "No worries, I'm just here to watch the fight. Please continue."
The woman's eyes flashed rapidly as she saw the sect medallion at Chen Xia's waist. The caution and hostility on her face instantly vanished, replaced by a charming smile. Beckoning with her hand, she said,
"So you're a new disciple! Watching fights is boring. Come, let your Mistress instruct you properly."
"No need, thanks," Chen Xia declined. "I'm worried the Patriarch's corpse might stir."
"Hehe," the woman laughed behind her slender fingers. "Don't joke around. There is no Patriarch anymore. I'm your Patriarch now."
"Besides, what's there to fear? Just watching is boring, don't you find me alluring enough?"
She swayed her body enticingly and pointed to the large statue behind her. Smiling coquettishly she said,
"If the Grand Celestial Venerable could move, even he wouldn't be able to resist, hehehe."
The woman gazed longingly at the towering statue, her cheeks flushed as she murmured dreamily,
"Grand Celestial Venerable, did you hear what I just said?"
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.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
