Five days later.
Deep in the Ancient Desolate Danger Zone.
A black-clothed figure leapt up, holding a heavy greatsword in his hand. He wildly hacked at an iron-armored giant python below!
It was Ye Xiu.
"Spit it out! Spit it out! Spit it out for me!"
Ye Xiu seemed to have gone mad, frantically slashing away!
The iron-armored giant python struggled desperately, emitting endless miserable shrieks.
Every slash left cracks on its iron armor.
If it could speak, the python would surely say this human was freaking insane. It had only swallowed a millennium blood ginseng, yet this guy chased and hounded it for so long!
Moreover, its extremely sturdy iron snake scales could not withstand each heavy slash.
This iron-armored giant python had the strength comparable to an initial Star Cave Realm expert. Its scales were extremely hard, which even a Star Cave Realm expert of the third or fourth heaven would not easily shatter.
Yet under Ye Xiu's heavy sword, every slash felt like the crushing weight of a massive mountain. Even the python's iron armor could not withstand it at all.
The relentless assault continued for nearly ten minutes.
Finally, Ye Xiu leapt up, grasping the sword with both hands as his sword intent fully erupted. The stars in his body also instantly poured into his hands.
The power of this sword, was the pinnacle of Ye Xiu's strike!
The sword stabbed straight towards the python's eye with tremendous might and sword intent, abruptly unleashing a frantic storm. An energy as if wanting to shatter this void poured into the heavy sword!
Boom!
The python's eyeball exploded, and the heavy sword went straight through, piercing a hole in the python's head!
The struggling iron-armored giant python gradually stiffened and stilled.
Ye Xiu lay on the python's body, panting heavily.
This was really freaking hard to deal with.
These five days, he had been wandering the outer regions of the Ancient Desolate Danger Zone.
Using his treasure seeking eyes, he had found countless treasures and precious materials.
However, due to the eyes siphoning his energy, after five days he had just reached the pinnacle of the second heaven of the Star Cave Realm.
As for the Myriad Star Tianyuan Art, it also made some progress, reaching one hundred and thirty stars.
The heavy sword in his hand was also acquired these days. It was not considered a great sword, but a mystic instrument. Combined with his heavy sword intent, the power unleashed with the heavy sword far exceeded using a regular sword.
The reason he had chased and hacked at this iron-armored giant python, was because he had finally found a millennium blood ginseng with great difficulty. This giant python had suddenly burst out from the ground and swallowed the millennium blood ginseng in one gulp.
Ye Xiu of course could not tolerate this.
He desperately needed heavenly treasures now. Even if it was just a root hair of the millennium blood ginseng, he could not let it go, let alone the python swallowing the whole thing!
If not for the python swallowing his millennium blood ginseng, it would not have died so tragically.
After recovering a bit, Ye Xiu turned the python over and lifted his heavy sword, directly slashing open its abdomen.
Seeing the blood-red millennium blood ginseng inside, Ye Xiu finally grinned.
High up in the sky, Mu Yuxue could hardly bear to watch this scene.
This brat had gone crazy searching for treasures these days.
No matter where treasures were, he would dig three feet into the ground or wrest it from a beast's stomach. He would do anything.
Of course, what astonished Mu Yuxue the most, was that Ye Xiu seemed to find treasures wherever he went, as if he had eyes that could detect treasures.
This was too illogical.
One must know, countless people came to the Ancient Desolate Danger Zone hoping for a stroke of fortune, yet many would die without finding a single decent treasure.
But Ye Xiu?
Just these days, first a mystic instrument greatsword, then earth orchids, magical nectar, millennium blood ginseng...and so on.
At the very least no less than forty to fifty treasures!
Each one immensely valuable.
Yet in Ye Xiu's hands, it was like child's play.
Everywhere he went, he found treasures unerringly.
Even with Mu Yuxue's state of mind, she could not help feeling a tinge of envy.
She even suspected, could there really be someone born under a lucky star? This luck was just too freakish.
Just as Ye Xiu took out the millennium blood ginseng, about to directly swallow it, a terrifying killing intent suddenly assaulted him.
From all directions, ten black-clothed figures dove down from the sky.
They neatly surrounded Ye Xiu.
Oppressive killing intent enveloped the area.
Ye Xiu looked around. These ten were clearly from the same group, each wearing a ghost mask engraved with a black crescent moon. Every one of them emanated a aura of killing intent.
It was not difficult to deduce that to emit such killing intent, one must have taken countless lives. Otherwise it was impossible to even make the aura reek of chilling killing intent.
Assassin organization?
This was Ye Xiu's intuitive thought.
Right now, the man staring straight at Ye Xiu spoke greedily, his gaze fixed upon the millennium blood ginseng in Ye Xiu's hand, "Didn't expect you to have such a treasure. Our five days of tailing you were not in vain."
"Who are you people?" Ye Xiu's voice abruptly turned icy.
The man coldly laughed, "We merely take money to kill for our employer."
Hearing this, Ye Xiu's first thought was naturally the Luotian Holy Palace. Only the Luotian Holy Palace would hire assassins.
"Seems the Luotian Holy Palace still can't let go..." Ye Xiu said coldly. A shocking killing intent erupted from him.
"Brat, less nonsense. Obediently offer up your life!"
In that moment, a figure behind Ye Xiu leapt up into the air. His hand held a massive hammer that swept out, smashing down towards the back of Ye Xiu's head!
A trace of icy cold ruthlessness flashed in Ye Xiu's eyes. He fiercely gripped his heavy sword as heavy sword intent surged forth. Star power then poured into his hands without reservation!
Spinning around, the heavy-as-thousand-pounds greatsword swept out horizontally!
"If you want to kill me, you're still far from enough!"

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”