Wang City.
The sky, which had been oppressive all day, gradually cleared and became refreshing.
The streets slowly returned to order.
People yawned as they stepped out onto the streets.
Two office workers walked together, yawning and chatting.
"It's so strange. I'm usually not that irritable, but yesterday it was like I was possessed, running around the streets like a madman."
"Same here. I heard from a friend that his colleague, who was pulling an all-nighter, barged into their boss's house and woke him up while he was still half-asleep."
"Damn! That's harsh. I thought stopping cars with your body was already extreme."
"There's even crazier stuff. Last night, riots broke out on other streets, with a group of people holding up signs and protesting!"
"Protesting? What were they protesting?"
"It was... 'Down with the evil Su Muwan!'"
"?? Hey! You know what, now that you mention it, I had a dream where Su Muwan smashed the car I bought on loan, and I woke up the next day filled with rage!"
The affected people felt as if they had just woken up from a dream.
It was as if yesterday's possession was just a nightmare, and now they were awake... though there was still a lingering aftereffect.
At that moment.
Two or three members of the Cleaners, dressed in black combat suits, passed by.
Listening to the chatter of the crowd.
One of them curled his lips, wiped the longsword in his hand, and sighed, "What a shame. I didn’t even get to make a move before the evil spirit was gone."
"Cut it out. If you really encountered an evil spirit, you’d be scared stiff."
"How could that be? The evil spirits these days are nothing. How strong could they be?"
"You were off duty yesterday, so you didn’t see how terrifying those possessed people were. Their heads were flying off their bodies!"
"But it’s all fine now. Last night, a big shot stepped in and purified the evil energy!"
"Even the ordinary spirits in the center of Wang City are gone."
Hearing this, the skeptical one took out a detection device—a small, calculator-like portable instrument used by the Cleaners to detect spirits.
He turned it on and said, "That impressive? I don’t believe it."
As he showed it to the other two, the indicator on the device began to climb rapidly, starting from 0.
"?"
The three exchanged glances. "Is this data even possible?"
The next second.
Bang!
The needle hit its limit, and the device exploded.
??
The three looked up at the cloudless, calm sky.
It didn’t look like there were any evil spirits around. Was the machine just broken?
"Great, another one broken. Stop messing around and let’s keep patrolling."
"Today, the captains are all at the airport for the arrival."
"Arrival?"
"Yeah, over a hundred Taoists from Dragon Tiger Mountain are coming. I heard there’s an evil spirit capable of destroying the world hiding in Wang City, and the chaos from the past couple of days was its doing."
"Come on, that’s just nonsense. Evil spirits? I think we should be more concerned about that arrogant Su Muwan running rampant in Wang City. I heard she’s already extorted half the families here."
"Tell me more."
As they chatted, the trio passed by an outdoor café.
Seated at a table were three people.
Su Muwan, who had been happily eating a sundae, froze.
She slowly raised an eyebrow, then widened her eyes in disbelief as she watched the three swagger away.
"Excuse me?!"
"Are they out of their minds?!"
"What on earth did I do to them?!"
Su Muwan was stunned.
Can anyone explain this?
I just came to the city for breakfast this morning, and suddenly I’m hearing people badmouthing me?
Extortion?
Ask those families—didn’t they beg to hand over their money with smiles on their faces?
Su Muwan trembled with anger. Despite the summer heat, her heart felt cold.
Qin Luo watched Su Muwan, who was both furious and devouring her sundae, with an amused smile.
A young lady venting her anger with sweets—utterly adorable.
However, he had also picked up on a crucial piece of information.
The Taoists from Dragon Tiger Mountain...
had indeed sent over a hundred people.
Qin Luo found it particularly intriguing.
The target of these Taoists...
was sitting right in front of him, innocently eating an ice cream sundae.
Su Muwan chewed angrily, muttering, "Slander, pure slander."
"I haven’t caused any trouble since I arrived in Wang City!"
"This is how rumors start! What a bunch of jerks!"
"Qin Luo, don’t you agree?"
Qin Luo nodded in agreement. "Yeah."
"It might have something to do with my upbringing."
"I never slander anyone."
?
Su Muwan glanced at Qin Luo, then went back to eating her sundae.
I seem to recall you claiming someone groped you back in Jiangcheng.
That little streamer you accused is now a minor influencer, selling anti-spy and anti-slander tutorials.
Beside them.
Su Bailian elegantly sipped her coffee.
The air in Wang City was fresh and invigorating.
The coffee in Wang City was smooth and rich.
The people of Wang City...
She glanced at her phone, filled with notifications, and smirked.
Dumb but rich.
Ah~~ Too bad I can’t ask that Taoist master to calculate my fortune or give my dog, Boqi, a reading.
But finding a competent Taoist to do a reading wouldn’t be bad either~~
Oh, and one more thing.
Su Bailian pretended to sip her coffee while subtly observing Qin Luo and Su Muwan from the corner of her eye.
That’s right!
The main reason Su Bailian, despite her fear, insisted on tagging along as the third wheel was to figure out the relationship between Qin Luo and Su Muwan!!
What?
You ask what she’ll do with that information?
What’s wrong with just wanting to gossip?
Hehe, Sister Su, let me see what you and Qin Luo are up to these days!!
"Damn white lotus, what are you staring at?!"
"Ahem, ahem!"
Anyway! For now, I’ll just observe in secret!
.....
.....
Wang City Airport.
A large group of individuals in Taoist robes entered the VIP passage.
The massive crowd, all dressed in identical Taoist robes, moved in unison.
Some had calm expressions, others looked excited, and a few... were clutching their chests, clearly suffering from motion sickness.
The hundred-strong Taoist contingent immediately drew the attention of the airport crowd.
Click, click~!
Flashbulbs went off.
"No photography allowed here. Please delete the photos. Thank you for your cooperation."
"Okay."
"Also delete them from your recently deleted and recycle bin."
"Got it."
In the reception hall.
The captains of the Wang City branch of the Martial Arts Alliance and the Cleaners department were all present to greet the arrivals.
Over a hundred elite Taoists from Dragon Tiger Mountain had descended.
Even the well-traveled among them couldn’t help but feel awed.
Look at them!
These pure and righteous Taoists!
They’re the perfect allies in the fight against evil spirits!
Although...
The evil energy had already been dealt with.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.”
