"Boss, something's not right. If that scarecrow really ran away, why do I still see a field of wheat?"
Lu Yuan looked at the decaying flesh on his hand that was spreading little by little and said, "Even if the scarecrow in the realm of creation has run away, the realm it created won't immediately disappear. It takes time."
Liu Yuan asked, "So, what should we do now?"
Just as Lu Yuan was about to speak, he suddenly noticed that the decay on his hand was accelerating.
He glanced at Liu Yuan and with the increasing amount of time they spent in this scarecrow realm, Liu Yuan's mood had become somewhat anxious.
Even though she trusted Lu Yuan completely, her anxiety would become stronger whenever she felt restless.
The power of the realm rules reflected on Lu Yuan became stronger as well.
Seeing the look in Lu Yuan's eyes at this moment, Liu Yuan clearly understood the meaning behind that gaze.
For a moment, the nurse stood there, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
After hesitating for a moment, Liu Yuan clasped her hands together in front of her chest and closed her eyes, seemingly praying devoutly, "Heaven, please protect us! I sincerely hope that bastard Lu Yuan dies quickly!"
"Let that bastard die! Die now!"
"Send him to the eighteenth floor of hell, never to be reincarnated!"
"If he reincarnates, let him be a pig in the next life, only to be chopped up before he grows up, turned into fillings for fried sauce noodles, roujiamo, and dumplings!"
Lu Yuan: "..."
Looking at the flesh on his hand that was gradually spreading and decaying at an increasing rate, Lu Yuan sighed helplessly and shook his head, "Ah, women, they say one thing but mean another..."
Liu Yuan, who had just finished a series of curses, opened her eyes and looked at Lu Yuan's hand. Her sweet face gradually turned red.
Damn these realm rules, so embarrassing!
Just when Liu Yuan felt extremely awkward, Lu Yuan stood up from the ground and said, "Alright, let's stop playing and focus on the task."
At this moment, black scales grew out of Lu Yuan's arm. After the scales appeared, the decaying flesh disappeared in an instant.
In just a few seconds, the scales hid again, and Lu Yuan's arm returned to its healthy state.
Next, Lu Yuan grabbed Liu Yuan's hand and walked towards the road they came from.
In the instant when Liu Yuan, who had only seen a field of wheat, was grabbed by Lu Yuan, her field of vision suddenly flickered, and the wheat field disappeared.
In its place was a wilderness covered in rocks and weeds, with a gray-white mist pervading the air.
"With the injection of Dragon Eagle King Claw Cell Liquid into my hand, I possess certain characteristics of dragon claws, one of which is a relative immunity to non-physical attacks."
"So when I pull you, you can escape from that realm."
Liu Yuan nodded and said, "I understand, I understand. The great dragon has the innate ability to resist magic! Many novels describe it that way!"
Lu Yuan was speechless for a moment and could only hastily say, "Non-physical attacks are not limited to just magic attacks."
"And this relative immunity is not absolute. If I truly encounter someone much stronger than me, then there's nothing I can do."
"Because the Golden Eagle with Dragon Claws, even its king, is not a true dragon after all..."
Liu Yuan felt the warmth and strength in Lu Yuan's hands and said foolishly, "Boss, you don't have to be so modest. Your relative immunity and absolute immunity are not that different..."
Lu Yuan smiled modestly and didn't say anything.
The two returned to the road and came to the business car.
This time, Liu Yuan drove, and Lu Yuan did not get in the car. He took a black windbreaker from the car and draped it over himself.
Then Lu Yuan drew a circle on the electronic map and instructed Liu Yuan, "Follow this route and run a lap. Based on my feeling, the territory of this scarecrow should be about this size."
"If you notice any suspicious traces, contact me immediately."
Liu Yuan asked in confusion, "What about you?"
Lu Yuan pointed to the wilderness behind him and said, "I'll go back. I can't leave. If I leave, the scarecrow won't run."
"Let the scarecrow run out of its territory first. Once the territory rules become ineffective, it will be easy to deal with it."
Liu Yuan nodded, seemingly understanding, and waved to Lu Yuan before driving away.
Watching Liu Yuan's departing figure, Lu Yuan stood on the deserted road, looking into the hazy depths of the wilderness ahead. A faint cold smile appeared on his lips.
"Hehe, the deadweight teammate is gone, little scarecrow, now there's no one to help you..."
As he finished speaking, Lu Yuan took a small step forward, and his whole person appeared a hundred meters away in the wilderness.
Hmm, this was also an ability Lu Yuan copied from a girl who helped him get double eyelid surgery.
...
In the vast expanse of the white mist-filled wilderness, light rain continued to fall, and the ground was covered with large and small puddles.
It seemed to be an area devoid of any vitality, with no sound except for the rain falling on the ground.
Bang!
Suddenly, in this quiet world, a muddy wild rabbit darted out, splashing mud all around.
The wild rabbit seemed anxious, desperately trying to escape from here.
"Squeak!"
But with a sudden, sharp cry, the wild rabbit's agile figure came to a halt.
The rabbit had crashed into a pile of straw.
The straw pierced through the rabbit's skin, and then its body quickly withered and decayed...
Before long, the rabbit died, but one rabbit survived.
The survivor was a straw rabbit.
The straw rabbit moved forward in a daze, heading towards the depths of the white mist. Behind it, the clump of weeds it had just collided with also silently moved bit by bit.
After a while, the straw rabbit saw a creature that seemed to be of the same species but had only two legs as itself.
This creature was tall and could walk on two legs.
Despite the significant difference in size, the straw rabbit still believed that this tall creature was of the same species because they were both covered in straw from head to toe.
"Squeak, squeak!"
The rabbit made two calls, but the tall creature clearly had no intention of paying attention to it and just kept walking forward.
The Straw Rabbit felt a breeze and ran past this tall figure. It didn't run far before it encountered the second tall figure.
"Squeak, squeak!"
The rabbit made the same sound as before, and this time, the tall figure lowered its head to look at it.
The rabbit heard the tall figure mumbling something like, "I... I'm a witcher... can't back down... hold steady... can win..."
"Squeak, squeak?"
The rabbit hopped to the tall figure's feet, wanting to listen carefully to what the tall figure was saying. But at that moment, "Roar!"
A fierce and sorrowful roar came from behind, and the rabbit immediately recognized it. It was the sound that had accompanied the sharp straw piercing through its body.
In that instant, the once quiet and serene world seemed to descend into chaos. Clap, clap, clap!
The sound of panicked footsteps echoed on the muddy wasteland.
One after another, straw men sprinted forward!
The Straw Rabbit looked around with a bewildered expression. It didn't understand why these tall figures were running.
The Straw Rabbit stood in place, hopping around and looking in all directions.
Not long after, the Straw Rabbit saw a figure in a black cloak coming through the thick white fog in the direction it had just run from.

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

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!

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

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.”