[Xuanhuan, Simulator, Plot-Driven, Ruthless MC]

Relying on the simulator, I discovered:

The dantian of righteous sect disciples hides man-eating insects.

After transmigrating, Su Ming bound a cultivation simulator.

He thought he had drawn the overpowered "Dragon-AoTian" script.

That is, until he succeeded in Foundation Establishment for the first time—

"Your consciousness fell into slumber.

You died! The end."

In the tenth simulation, the demonic cult's saintess suddenly grabbed me by the neck:

“Idiot! The blood patterns in your righteous sect's Foundation Establishment pills… are insect eggs!”

By the hundredth simulation, I finally saw:

The elders of the prestigious sects kneeling before the mother nest of sinister insects,

And the forbidden grounds of the demonic path suppressing an ancient monument used to slay these bugs.

When the entire cultivation world believed I had fallen into the demonic path—

I wielded a divine artifact obtained from the simulation

and split open the dantian of everyone, revealing the truth.

Qin Ming traveled to the world of immortal cultivation, but he didn't have a golden finger. With his mediocre talent, he was abandoned by his family and was ordered to participate in the sect's reclamation and recruitment mission, becoming a low-level spiritual farmer.

Every day he faced a cruel cultivation environment, a difficult life, and great pressure.

Until one day he came back from farming and found that what he harvested was a little different.

[Name]: Golden Spirit Rice [Term]: Weak Mana (Harvestable)

From now on, he managed steadily, worked hard to farm, and finally became a big boss.

There was a chaos in the immortal world, and everyone was dumbfounded.

"Is this the strength that a spiritual farmer should have?!"

"Show your cards, I'm just a farmer..."

Ye Ming traveled to the mortal world and accidentally discovered that he actually had the ability to upgrade similar to fighting monsters, and from then on, monks, monsters, and ghosts were all Ye Ming's prey. Let's see how Ye Ming fights from the human world to the spiritual world to the fairy world, and starts a wonderful mortal journey.

On a night as dark as ink, strange figures in gaudy, colorful garments march under the moonlight. Their faces are warped, frozen in eerie grins. They carry a grand sedan chair, stepping over grave soil, stained with demon blood, heading toward a den of monsters.

Among the folk, there is a chilling saying:

"When paper men bear the sedan, ghosts wail and demons howl — flee if you see them, and never draw near."

A long-lost legacy of the Zhimu craftsmen—those who craft ritual paper effigies—has resurfaced.

A reclusive youth inherits the art.

Controlling paper to kill, he hunts demons, spirits, and monsters…

Extracting their bones, peeling their skins, and crafting paper talismans to prolong life.

With paper as his blade and death as his ink—he walks the path of Dao.

This is a world of strange tales and twisted legends—

where rituals and music have crumbled, and gods and ghosts roam freely.

In this land, the unnatural is natural.

There are bizarre cultivators and vengeful spirits,

green corpse demons, mushroom folk, grass-horse beasts,

and even righteous gods twisted by evil.

The path of cultivation here is anything but pure.

One may choose the art of corpse transformation,

or delve into ancient Qigong,

brew lead and mercury elixirs,

summon wandering spirits,

or command paper figurines riding armored horses.

Into this crooked world stumbles Lu Qian,

a man who wields a mysterious golden mirror that deepens his mastery of all things.

With each glance into the mirror, his understanding sharpens—

and his path strays ever deeper into darkness.

Half Taoist priest, half madman.

Both righteous and wicked.

A true cultivator seeking immortality at any cost.

Unconventional methods can also bring great success!

I have always been timid. If I don't get rid of the root of the problem, I won't be able to sleep tonight!

Hehehehe...I, He An, am your great calamity!

[Absolutely selfish][Slow pace][Crazy][Dark][Sinister][No routine]

"You kill innocent people indiscriminately. Is it for cultivation or for fun?"

Wuyun said, "I just like this idiom."

"Those friends who are sincere to you, what do you think of them?"

Wuyun smiled and said, "I want to take out their hearts to see if they are real."

When a crazy monk with mental problems encounters the world of immortal cultivation where people are treacherous.

Those who are insidious and cunning live longer.

Still, the crazy ones live longer.

Yours Truly shall have all of you bow down to me!

Arriving in this brand-new world, Lin Fan found himself in possession of a system which allows him to level up indefinitely unbounded by the limitations of this world. Upon learning a powerful technique of Monkey Steals Peaches, Lin Fan realises that he’s poised to literally become the strongest person in this entire world. But of course, how boring would that be unless the whole world gets to know about his great name?

Shameless. Righteous. Smart. Lin Fan will let no one (or balls) stand in his way to glory!

[Dark Version of The Great Ruler] + [No Female Lead] + [Opposite of Desolation]

“I am the source of weirdness, and I shall sacrifice all enemies under heaven!”

As one of the Ten Primordial Ancestors of the Weird Plateau, Cang Zu grew weary of the Grand Sacrificial Eras, each one bringing only empty, fleeting hope.

So, he chose a different path:

To become the origin of all darkness, to monopolize the Great Sacrifice, all living beings, his alone to consume.

Immortal Kings? Celestial Emperors?

They are nothing more than offerings at his altar.

When his parents' blood turned cold in the cracks of the bluestone, Li Feng understood: If you want to live, you have to be dirtier than evil people and more despicable than mud!

Kneeling and licking the Black Tiger Gang? Voluntarily practicing the life-shortening Five Poison Palm? Using his subordinates as sacrifices? Selling his affectionate Taoist partner to be used as a furnace? As long as he can climb up, he won't blink an eye!

The body is exhausted? Turned into a corpse! The soul is on the verge of collapse? Ten thousand ghosts are imprisoned in the body! The power is complicated and difficult to control? Bet your life on the unity of body and soul!

From then on, the black market had an extra walking taboo, with corpses as coffins and ghosts as servants, and wherever the blood mist of the underworld passed, the souls of all living beings became nutrients!

> When he sat in the false god realm formed by the swallowing of the blessed land, fishing for a thousand years... what he was fishing for was no longer fish.

(From a maggot in the mud to a great evil being that eclipses the heavens and the earth!)