Half an hour later.
At the grand conference hall of the Alliance headquarters.
Qin Luo and the other two arrived at the scene.
"Are we late?" Qin Luo sat beside Ouyang Xuan and asked with a grin.
Ouyang Xuan’s eye twitched, and he muttered under his breath, "You were supposed to be here half an hour ago."
Qin Luo nodded. "That’s fine, not too late then."
"?"
Su Muwan seemed to suffer from a peculiar condition—one that made her drowsy the moment a meeting started.
The moment she sat down, her previously decent energy rapidly drained away.
Yawning, she leaned closer to Qin Luo and whispered, "Qin Luo, when are we finishing this? I still want to go back and watch TV or play video games."
"Be patient, young miss. It’s just discussing some alliance treaty or whatever. Should be quick."
"Oh."
Ouyang Xuan: "..."
The representatives of the ancient sects watched this scene unfold, their eyes twitching uncontrollably.
They had waited all this time… for these three?
So young—how could they possibly be worth the wait?
Tsk, as expected...
The crowd glanced at Feng Chu of the Primordial Sacred Land. Clearly, this "Alliance" was no different from them—not serious about negotiations at all!
Especially that woman sitting there, shrouded in dark energy.
For some reason...
Everyone present felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Who was she? Who could it be?
For a moment, no one could place it.
Then, Ye Yao, the silent leader of the Vulture Palace, finally spoke. "Since we’re here to discuss important matters, let’s not waste any more time."
As her voice faded, the hall gradually quieted down.
Everyone exchanged glances.
Right—according to the prophecy of the Supreme Elder of the Profound Heaven Realm, their world was destined to face a calamity, a glacial catastrophe that would seal them all in slumber.
And after an immeasurable passage of time, they would awaken and reappear in the world simultaneously.
Their only task was to avoid conflict with the modern martial artists.
Their belief in this stemmed entirely from the Supreme Elder’s numerous accurate prophecies in the past.
Coincidentally, the Alliance had approached them the moment they reappeared, proposing a peace treaty.
Under such circumstances, forming an alliance wasn’t entirely unacceptable.
All eyes turned to Ouyang Xuan and the others as the hall fell completely silent.
They knew the real purpose of this gathering was about to begin.
Ouyang Xuan cleared his throat. "In that case..."
Then, he glanced at Su Muwan.
She gave a slight nod.
Only then did Ouyang Xuan continue, "Let us begin."
His subtle gesture didn’t escape the others.
Their gazes immediately shifted to Su Muwan, minds racing.
Who was she?
Could she be the Alliance’s leader?
No wonder they were made to wait—but why did their leader seem so... odd?
Suppressing their doubts, they focused. The priority now was to hear what the Alliance had to say.
Feng Chu, seated below, smirked coldly to himself.
No matter what the Alliance proposed, he would vehemently oppose it.
After all, what right did a bunch of modern ants have to dictate terms to the ancient sects?
The next moment.
A voice, disarmingly amiable to the crowd, spoke up.
"Esteemed representatives."
"The world is no longer what it was tens of thousands of years ago in the Profound Heaven Realm."
"Today’s era operates under its own order and rules."
"Our land teems with martial artists, and while the factions are complex, a delicate balance maintains relative peace and stability."
"To preserve this peace, I, on behalf of the Alliance, propose a treaty to the representatives of the ancient sects."
As Qin Luo spoke, his gaze swept across the assembled figures.
Only about twenty sect representatives had the privilege of attending this meeting—the rest were merely subsidiary sects.
[Yue Lin: Luck Index 1231]
[Feng Chu: Luck Index 23000]
[...]
Tsk, what a bunch of cannon fodder. Not a single one with a Luck Index above 50,000.
So none of these people were the T0-tier protagonists he was looking for.
Qin Luo sighed inwardly. He’d assumed at least one T0 would be among the delegates.
But no—not a single one?
A quick scan of their cultivation levels only deepened his disappointment.
Trash among trash...
Well then...
A flicker of something dark passed through Qin Luo’s eyes.
Meanwhile, Feng Chu, as a prodigy of the Primordial Sacred Land, had pride to spare.
Hearing Qin Luo spout the same tired platitudes he’d heard a thousand times, he immediately pegged the man as a mere theorist.
And after assessing Qin Luo’s cultivation level? He couldn’t help but sneer.
"Hah!"
That single scoff shattered the atmosphere.
All eyes turned toward the source—Feng Chu of the Primordial Sacred Land.
Seeing him speak up, Ouyang Xuan’s expression darkened.
Feng Chu—Spirit Origin Realm cultivator, prodigy of the Primordial Sacred Land.
[Initiation Realm, Foundation Realm, Mastery Realm, Peak Realm, Return to Simplicity Realm, Domain Realm, Spirit Origin Realm, True Spirit Realm, Supreme Realm, Boundless Realm]
The Primordial Sacred Land...
Ouyang Xuan glanced at Li Mingyuan, who adjusted his glasses with equal gravity, tension thick in his heart.
As a prodigy of one of the Profound Heaven Realm’s most powerful factions, Feng Chu’s interruption could only mean one thing—a challenge.
The other sects, sensing the shift, watched Feng Chu intently.
If the prodigy was speaking, it was surely to put the Alliance in its place.
They’d just sit back and enjoy the show.
And they were right.
Feng Chu rose to his feet, cutting off Qin Luo with a disdainful look.
"Let’s skip the doomsday nonsense, shall we?"
He cast a mocking glance around at the Alliance members.
"Does your Alliance even have the right to dictate terms?"
"Hardly!"
"Any treaty should be drafted by us, the ancient sects. When it comes to strength and seniority, we hold the authority!"
The Alliance members’ faces flushed with anger at his words, expressions twisting in indignation.
Feng Chu’s stance earned immediate approval from the ancient sects.
They nodded in agreement.
"Brother Feng speaks truth. We came to form an alliance—but the terms are set by the strong."
"Exactly."
An elderly man stroked his white beard, smirking at Qin Luo.
"Boy, I am the Valley Master of the Soulburn Valley. My strength is unmatched, my experience vast."
"In terms of wisdom, you shouldn’t even be the one speaking at this table."
"Hah! Well said, elder!"
The barrage of mockery continued.
Ouyang Xuan and the others clenched their fists, fury simmering—but they couldn’t deny the truth in their words.
The Alliance’s overall strength simply couldn’t compete with the ancient sects.
Did this mean...
They had no choice but to endure for now?
After all, their true trump card lay further ahead.
Ouyang Xuan forced himself to swallow his anger.
Yes.
The so-called alliance pact is nothing but a worthless scrap of paper on the surface—their true plan is actually the "Heaven's Pride Hunting Scheme."
So, for now... they should bide their time and remain patient!
Feng Chu sneered as he glanced at Qin Luo, who had stayed silent the entire time, and mocked, "If the alliance is full of characters like this, then I see no point in further discussions about this pact."
"Unless, of course, you can meet the conditions set forth by our ancient sects."
As his words fell—
"Indeed, there’s no need for further talk."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
at random stations. Passengers can choose to disembark and explore, or stay on board and wait for departure. This world holds endless treasures, but also unknown dangers. The goal is to explore stations, gather resources, upgrade the train, and survive. Unlike others who received food in their newcomer gift packages, Qi Xiao got a module card that activated a special ability—Station Forecast. Every time the train starts moving, it updates detailed information about the next station, warning of dangers and revealing potential treasures. While others must cautiously explore, Qi Xiao can rapidly develop his strength by relying on the station forecasts. [Next Station: Sunshine Gym, a large fitness center with no dangers.] [Next Station: Cai Family Village, contains zombie chickens, danger level: 2. One level-1 treasure chest located in the village chief's house at the center.] [Next Station: Three Mountains Station, contains one large supermarket, no dangers.]
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
