Tang Xiaoyu's affirmation made Zhu Six rush to the main hall to find their sect master.
"Sect Master, Sect Master, good news, good news!"
Sitting in the main seat of the main hall was a woman with a tall and beautiful figure, but wearing ordinary clothes.
The woman had a frosty, gloomy look on her expressionless face, but her words were crisp and gentle.
"Oh ~ What good news to make you so happy?"
Zhu Six picked up someone else's teacup next to him and drank all the tea in it. This annoyed the owner of the cup. "I'm telling you, Zhu Old Devil, could you be more hygienic? How am I supposed to drink from this now?"
Zhu Six ignored him and said to the woman, "Tang Xiaoyu is awake and he is willing to pass on his cultivation technique, but there is one condition."
The woman asked delightedly: "What condition?"
"We have to officially join the Dao Ancestor's sect."
The woman thought for a while without immediately agreeing.
"Bring him here first and we'll see."
"Yes, Sect Master."
After Zhu Six left, the woman said to her people: "Pay attention to your image later, don't ruin the Kindness Sect's reputation."
"Don't worry, Sect Master!"
When Tang Xiaoyu entered the main hall, he saw a group of fiendish and ghastly looking people with sinister smiles.
Tang Xiaoyu shivered instantly, feeling the temperature around him drop by a few degrees.
Tang Xiaoyu smiled and greeted with cupped fists, "Seniors!"
The crowd also returned the courtesy: "Fellow Taoist."
But their expressions made Tang Xiaoyu feel not an ounce of friendliness, only more fear.
He finally arrived in front and saw the woman above. He quickly paid his respects, "Junior Tang Xiaoyu, pleased to meet the Sect Master."
The woman smiled gently, but her smile was somewhat creepy.
"Xiaoyu, don't be nervous. We're not bad people, just a little scary looking."
"Have a seat and we can talk slowly. We absolutely won't force you to do anything against your will."
Tang Xiaoyu thanked her profusely, "Thank you for your consideration, Sect Master!"
The woman nodded slightly, "Zhu Six has told me everything."
Zhu Six interrupted, "Sect Master, I'm called Zhu Six now. Old Six for short."
The woman didn't get angry for being interrupted by Zhu Six. On the contrary, she apologetically said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you changed your name."
"Xiaoyu! We can agree to your request, but you have to assure us that this Dao Ancestor really exists!"
To add prestige to the Dao Ancestor's image, Tang Xiaoyu made some requests.
"I need a Dao Ancestor idol, offering table, offerings, incense and candles..."
The woman readily agreed, "No problem. Just describe the Dao Ancestor's appearance and we can prepare everything in about an hour."
More than an hour later, a thirty-foot-tall statue stood erected in the square.
After bathing and changing clothes, Tang Xiaoyu started burning incense and kneeling to worship.
This shocked everyone with mouths wide open and tongue-tied.
The atmosphere was heightened.
"Disciple Tang Xiaoyu failed to fulfill the Dao Ancestor’s decree and damaged the Dao Ancestor’s authority. I plead for punishment."
Kowtowing three times, people around him winced watching.
Just when everyone waited solemnly and respectfully, the voice of Dao Ancestor came, "Pong~ stupid bastard, you got anything else? I'm busy right now!"
Tang Xiaoyu was very embarrassed, especially embarrassed. The others also looked on black-facedly. This was Tang Xiaoyu’s so-called Dao Ancestor?
"Dao Ancestor, there are people around me!"
After two seconds of silence, an authoritative voice came again: "You know your mistake."
"Disciple knows mistake."
"Do you know where you went wrong?"
Just as Tang Xiaoyu was about to reply, the Dao Ancestor continued, "You're wrong to be so harmlessly benevolent, wrongly looking down on human nature."
"Rules are not enforced by mouth but by violence."
"Justice always stands on the victorious side, while evil is just the label for the losers."
To develop the Taoist sect, violence is the most direct and effective method. When there's only one voice in this world, you're the will of Heaven.
"Understand?"
Tang Xiaoyu kowtowed at once, "Disciple understands."
"Remember our motto: Just do it."
Tang Xiaoyu awkwardly replied, "Disciple remembers."
"Anything else?"
Seeing the people like Zhu Six, Tang Xiaoyu said: "They all want to officially enter under the Dao Ancestor. Please show your will, Dao Ancestor."
"Very well."
Zhu Six and the others immediately knelt down to pay respects, "Disciples greet the Dao Ancestor."
"Rise, all of you!"
"I shall wash away the filth from your bodies. From now on you are my disciples."
"Thank you, Dao Ancestor."
After that, a ray of golden light descended. Everyone felt lightened as the after effects of years of cultivating evil arts completely disappeared.
Everyone gratefully kowtowed, "Thank you Dao Ancestor for your graciousness. Disciples will surely not let you down."
"Alright alright, I'm still busy."
Hearing this, Tang Xiaoyu knew the other party had gone offline.
"Okay, the Dao Ancestor has left."
"Now, I'll pass on the cultivation technique to everyone. You must cultivate diligently."
"Yes!"
After a few days of hard work, the Kindness Sect was back on track. The gloomy and creepy looks on everyone's faces were gone.
At the same time, a statue of the Dao Ancestor over forty feet tall was also erected in the square.
The thirty-foot statue was placed in the main hall. Tang Xiaoyu looked at it, filled with complex emotions. His years of hard work still couldn’t compare to the Dao Ancestor taking action once.
"This is the gap, the insurmountable gap."
Just then, a crisp voice sounded: "Xiaoyu, what are you looking at here?"
"Zhang Sect Master, I was just feeling emotional."
"What Zhang Sect Master, just call me Zhang Huizhu or Sister Zhang privately. We don't have so much protocol."
Tang Xiaoyu smiled, "Then I'll call you Sister Huizhu! It sounds nicer."
Zhang Huizhu laughed and scolded him, "What nice or not nice, you can't call me beautiful either."
"Let's go to the main hall to discuss future developments."
"Alright."
When everyone had arrived at the main hall, Zhang Huizhu spoke, "Now we have a clear goal. Xiaoyu, tell them what our goal is!"
"Okay."
Tang Xiaoyu cleared his throat and fervently said, "We must spread the glory of Taoism far and wide, so that the Dao Ancestor's brilliance shines throughout the world!"
"We must make ordinary people listen to the Dao Ancestor’s teachings, strike those aloof immortals down to the mortal realm, and teach them how to be good people!"
"Even if we can't change this world, we must make it tremble! And let them know that even ants have the right to survive!"
"Taoist sect!"
"Flourish!"
Everyone was excited and energetic.
Zhang Huizhu asked: "What should we do now?"
Tang Xiaoyu thought for a while: "Let’s start from the small nearby sects, one step at a time, gradually eroding them."
"We only have two principles: either sincerely submit or death."
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.
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?"
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...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
