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?"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
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."
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."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
