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Lin Feng, an ordinary man from modern Earth, transmigrates into a boundless cultivation multiverse where quadrillions of worlds exist across different realm tiers. Every world is part of an intricate hierarchy, from Lower Realms to Middle Realms, Upper Realms, and beyond, each becoming increasingly vast and powerful.

Blessed with the Supreme Sect System, Lin Feng gains the ability to establish a sect that grows alongside his own cultivation. His sect can absorb providence, recruit disciples, and dominate entire realms—but sect-building isn't easy when arrogant chosen ones, ancient clans, and celestial empires are constantly vying for control.

Armed with wit, shameless tactics, and a system that lets him alter fate, Lin Feng is determined to climb the ranks, face destiny-defying geniuses, and make his sect the strongest across infinite realms.

Supreme sect of all multiverse

One tranquil afternoon, as Lin Feng and Xian Mei enjoyed tea in their garden, a peculiar sight disrupted their peace. A raven, clutching a small parcel in its beak, swooped down and dropped it onto their table before cawing and flying away.

"Well, that's not something you see every day," Xian Mei remarked, eyeing the package suspiciously.

Lin Feng carefully unwrapped the parcel, revealing an ornate quill pen, its feather shimmering with an otherworldly hue. Attached was a note:

This quill possesses the power to bring written words to life. Use it wisely.

Lin Feng's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Imagine the possibilities! We could write our own adventures."

Xian Mei raised an eyebrow. "Or unleash untold chaos. Remember the time Simon tried that summoning spell?"

Unable to resist, Lin Feng decided to test the quill's power. He wrote a simple sentence:

"A bouquet of roses appeared on the table."

Instantly, a fragrant bouquet materialized before them.

"Impressive," Xian Mei admitted. "But let's not get carried away."

News of the quill's magic soon reached Simon, who was eager to try it himself. Despite Lin Feng's warnings, Simon scribbled:

"A portal to a treasure-filled dungeon opened in the garden."

A swirling vortex appeared, pulling Simon in before anyone could react.

"Well, that's inconvenient," Lin Feng sighed.

Determined to rescue their friend, Lin Feng and Xian Mei armed themselves and leaped into the portal. They found themselves in a dimly lit dungeon, filled with traps, puzzles, and the occasional grumpy goblin.

After navigating numerous challenges—including a room where they had to out-dance enchanted skeletons—they discovered Simon, who was attempting to befriend a rather large and irritable dragon.

"I was just explaining that we mean no harm," Simon said nervously, edging away from the dragon's fiery breath.

Realizing they needed to escape, Lin Feng used the quill to write:

"The dragon fell into a deep sleep."

The dragon yawned and promptly dozed off, allowing the trio to slip past.

However, as they ventured deeper, they encountered more bizarre and perilous scenarios, each seemingly tailored to their fears and desires.

"I think the quill is manipulating reality based on our thoughts," Xian Mei observed.

At the dungeon's heart, they met a cloaked figure seated at a desk, scribbling furiously.

"Ah, you've found me," the figure said, lowering their hood to reveal a mischievous imp—the same one they'd encountered in the Cavern of Lost Hours.

The imp grinned. "I thought I'd add some excitement to your lives. The quill amplifies imagination, but it seems you can't handle a little creativity."

Determined to end the chaos, Lin Feng devised a plan. He wrote:

"The imp is compelled to write a sentence that restores everything to normal."

The imp's hand moved against its will, penning the required sentence. Instantly, the dungeon dissolved, and the trio found themselves back in their garden, the quill lying innocuously on the table.

"Perhaps some gifts are best left unopened," Xian Mei mused, eyeing the quill warily.

Lin Feng nodded, storing the quill safely away. "Agreed. But at least we know we can handle whatever comes our way."

Simon grinned sheepishly. "Next time, I'll think twice before writing my own adventure."

As laughter filled the air, the trio reflected on the unpredictable nature of magic and the importance of wielding it with wisdom and caution.

Chapter 83: The Chronicles of Lin Feng—The Cursed Quill