Upon leaving the bedroom, Xu Xi suddenly felt a lightness in his body, and the summer heat began to hit his face.
He became certain once again that the earlier experience had been an auditory hallucination.
"I didn't expect the simulation to be so mentally draining. Well, considering this simulation lasted nearly a century, it's normal to feel fatigued."
Xu Xi nodded in agreement.
He took out a bottle of Qingxin Pills, designed to refresh and clear the mind.
After swallowing and refining the pill, his weary spirit was restored.
Then, Xu Xi left his home and headed to the nearby bustling Tai Chi Bun Shop, where he ordered three large meat buns and sat down to eat.
The food in the magical world couldn't be called bad, but after spending so much time there, he couldn't help but miss the flavors of Huaxia cuisine.
The noise of people and the flow of traffic surrounded him.
Soon, the steaming hot meat buns were served.
"Hmm, not bad. As always, the skin is thin, and the filling is generous."
"The sweet tofu pudding is also silky smooth."
Xu Xi nodded slightly.
The warm meat juice burst on his tongue, offering an exquisite taste experience. The delicious food soothed his spirit, dispelling the lingering unease from the earlier "hallucination."
"Cultivation... Magic..."
"This time, as my cultivation broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, the Withered Vine Sword I used during the Golden Core stage has become somewhat outdated."
"It's a good opportunity to combine it with a wand and forge something new."
"Cultivation-based magical artifacts aren't restricted by fixed shapes or forms. What truly makes them treasures are the restrictions and Dao patterns inscribed inside and out."
"Magic-based wands, on the other hand, place more emphasis on the materials used to craft them. High-quality wand materials must possess excellent elemental conductivity, amplifying the power of elemental magic."
"Looking at it this way, combining cultivation and magic is definitely promising."
He took a big bite of the meat bun.
Xu Xi pondered deeply.
Having completed two simulations, he was no longer an ignorant ordinary person.
With his mastery of cultivation-based artifact crafting and his expertise in wand-making, the two could be seamlessly combined to create a weapon suitable for both cultivation and magic.
The only challenge lay in finding the right materials.
Xu Xi was already a Saint-level Mage, standing at the pinnacle of the magical system. The next step would be ascension to godhood and immortality.
Finding materials suitable for crafting such a weapon was no easy task.
"Let's see if Supernatural Home has anything," Xu Xi thought, taking out his phone. He somewhat clumsily navigated to Supernatural Home, a trading platform only accessible to supernatural beings after verification.
[Breaking News! Breaking News! Uzi Thunder Special Edition now available! Not 998, just 98 points!]
[TCTD One-Click Battle Qi Horse Transformation Device now on sale!]
[Smart-Type Magic Cannon Pre-Order Now! A hundred fireballs per second, giving your enemies a taste of true despair!]
[Six-Revolving Pure Bullets, Exorcism Gatling Gun, blessed by multiple high monks. Double damage against ghosts and evil spirits! Limited-time offer at 555 points, bullets sold separately!]
On Supernatural Home, the first things that caught his eye were the various official promotions for modern weaponry.
Further down were scattered items from individual supernatural beings, ranging from supernatural mounts to weeds from the cultivation world, creating a dazzling array of options.
"It feels like..."
"If the real world continues to develop like this, the overall vibe is going to get even more bizarre."
Xu Xi sighed in amazement.
He filtered the products to show only wood-attribute supernatural materials.
His Heavenly Spirit Root was wood-based, and wands were often crafted from wood as well, making it convenient to combine the two for the development of a flying sword-wand hybrid.
"A piece of lightning-struck willow wood?"
"A dried-up, unnamed tree trunk with extreme hardness?"
"Just a seed, but it contains an unusually high amount of wood-attribute energy?"
Xu Xi quickly scrolled through Supernatural Home.
Seeing the numerous vaguely described supernatural materials in the product list, he couldn't help but frown.
Over the years, the Supernatural United Bureau had collected many supernatural items, some of good quality and some not. The vague descriptions of these products indicated that even the authorities weren't sure of their true value.
In the end, they could only set a mediocre price and list them on the Supernatural Home trading platform to increase the variety of available goods.
"Neither appetizing nor worth discarding, they're just... meh."
"Judging from the descriptions, some of these materials might be useful to me, but if I guess wrong, I'll just be wasting points."
Xu Xi instinctively weighed the pros and cons.
But then he realized something—he could simply buy them all.
During his second simulation, he had pushed the limits of mortal wisdom. While he couldn't claim to understand everything, he had indeed reached the pinnacle of mortal achievement in the field of magic.
From 1st to 9th-level spells of all attributes.
Dragon Blood Grass cultivation techniques.
Wand-forging optimization, magic device amplification techniques, and mental purification methods.
"For me, these are outdated technologies, with few still being useful. But for the authorities, they're priceless treasures."
"Aside from Saint-level forbidden spells and secrets related to deities."
"All other knowledge can be traded for the items I need."
"It's a win-win situation for both sides."
The more Xu Xi thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.
He wasn't afraid of exposing his knowledge and attracting trouble.
His confidence was directly tied to his strength.
Now that Xu Xi was a Saint-level Mage, standing at the peak of mortal achievement, hiding his abilities and pretending to be weak would be a waste of his simulations.
Wouldn't that mean he had wasted all the soft support from his sister?!
What a waste that would be!
Of course, such a sudden change in strength and the exchange of knowledge with the authorities would require a plausible explanation.
Xu Xi closed the Supernatural Home website and scrolled through his contacts until he found Zhang Yaoguo, the director of the Yanshan City branch of the Supernatural United Bureau.
"Hello, Director Zhang?"
"Ah, yes, yes, I've broken through again. What? You're asking how I did it?"
"Well, I got lucky. I was just lying at home, sleeping, and somehow broke through to the Nascent Soul stage. Oh, and I also received a mage's inheritance."
Xu Xi paused.
He faintly heard a loud thud on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of hurried pill-taking and deep breaths.
After a long pause, the other end finally spoke in astonishment.
"An... inheritance?"
"You've gained another inheritance?!"
"This... it's only been a few days. Even if your luck is good, Mr. Xu, getting inheritances from dreams consecutively is just too..."
Zhang Yaoguo's voice was filled with disbelief.
He couldn't bring himself to believe that someone could be so lucky. But soon, he began to waver.
Xu Xi's previous feat of single-handedly annihilating the Boundary Ruins had been too astonishing.
In comparison, gaining a magical inheritance seemed almost mundane.
Thinking this, Zhang Yaoguo calmed down a little. He exhaled softly and asked, "This is truly shocking, Mr. Xu. What level is the inheritance you received this time?"
"Not much. After waking up, I was just barely a Saint-level Mage."
Life is like a dream.
Simulating life is equivalent to dreaming—that makes perfect sense.

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.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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)

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.”