Sect master!Suicide doesn't work anymore

"Look, there are so many War Hunchback Beasts!"

"Oh my god, there are hordes of them by the river!"

"Little beast, here I am!"

"I found it first. Go away!"

A crazed player launched himself off a rock, howling, "For the sect!",before crashing directly onto a beast's back. The others followed, weapons flashing, fists flying, spells erupting in bursts of light. War Hunchback Beasts roared in defiance, but one by one, they fell beneath the relentless assault.

Meanwhile, He Yiming stood at the peak of the mountain, arms crossed as he watched the chaos unfold below. His Karmic Luck value shifted constantly. +1. +1. +1.

The numbers rose rapidly until his total surpassed 150 points. Without hesitation, he spent 100 points and converted it into cultivation.

Boom.

The air trembled. A vortex of Qi spiraled above him, warping space with its intensity. Threads of golden energy wove into his meridians, scorching his body with raw power even as it refined him. He activated the Azure Emperor Immortal Body, absorbing everything.

If an ordinary cultivator attempted this, they would have exploded within minutes. But he wasn't ordinary. Not a single drop of energy was wasted. Every thread of Qi was devoured, integrated, reforged into his very being.

A deep, resounding hum echoed through his bones. His meridians stretched, his dantian expanded,and then..

Breakthrough.

Middle Spirit Vein Realm.

He Yiming opened his eyes, his vision sharper, his body thrumming with boundless strength. He clenched his fist, feeling the immense power coursing through him. This feeling,this absolute control over his own strength,was intoxicating.

He exhaled slowly, suppressing his excitement. Time had slipped away from him unnoticed. A whole day had passed in the blink of an eye. No wonder those ancient cultivators could sit in seclusion for centuries.

He turned his attention back to the battlefield and checked the system. His eyes widened.

[387/100]

Three hundred and eighty-seven.

In a single day, the players had slaughtered 387 War Hunchback Beasts.

He almost felt sorry for the creatures. Almost.

If this continued, there wouldn't be any beasts left.

Just as He Yiming was about to close to interface,the first ray of the dawn peaked over the horizon.A new day had began

[Ding. sign-in successful]

[Sign-in rewards: a new building, the library. two new techniques added]

[Cold ice: an ancient basic spell that absorbs the qi of heaven and earth and condenses it into cold air] [First rank]

[Martial arts: an ancient body-strengthening technique that rapidly condenses the body's strength through cultivation] [First rank]

He Yiming raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He left the hall and looked toward the sect grounds.

A towering nine-story structure stood where the old, dilapidated library used to be. Its golden light shimmered in the morning sun. The first floor was already open, two jade slips resting quietly on the shelves, waiting to be studied.

The system's voice echoed in his mind.

[The host can set permissions for the library and determine how many contribution points are needed to access or purchase techniques.]

He Yiming chuckled. Another opportunity to harvest a wave of contribution points.

Just as he was about to test the new feature, a commotion erupted.

"Brother ming, we have a problem!"

"It doesnt work anymore sect master!"

"Brother ming, the war hunchback beasts are bullying us again!"

He Yiming glanced at the players surrounding him, their expressions a mix of frustration and disbelief. He resisted the urge to smirk.

"What happened?" he asked solemnly.

"Those damn beasts aren't falling for our tricks anymore!"

"Yeah! they won't jump into the pits anymore!"

"When i did the leap of faith, one of them caught me in its mouth and spat me out! it's

shameless!"

He Yiming was speechless. Shameless? Who exactly was shameless here? These players had been farming the poor beasts nonstop. Even a dumb creature would eventually learn to avoid the slaughter.

Of course, he couldn't say that out loud.

"disciples, do not panic," he said, maintaining his dignified sect master image. He pointed toward the towering structure. "look over there."

The players turned in unison.

"What the hell?"

"In game updates?"

"there's a new update?"

"is this… the new version of the sect library?"

The murmurs quickly turned into excited shouts.

"After some renovations, the sect library has been restored," He Yiming announced. "Inside, disciples can cultivate new techniques. Currently, two new techniques are available: A Qi art and a Martial art. whether you can comprehend them depends on your own abilities."

Ding.

[The new library is now available. players can spend 100 contribution points to access the first floor for six hours and freely read the techniques. the upper floors remain locked. stay tuned for future updates]

The moment the notification appeared, chaos erupted.

"New techniques!"

"Move out the way!"

"fuck, don't push! show some decency! Can't you line up?"

The players surged forward like a tidal wave, scrambling to be the first inside.

He Yiming followed at a slower pace, watching them with amusement. These weren't disciples. They were workers, part-timers, employees who paid him to grow stronger.

And he, as their benevolent sect master, would graciously provide them with more opportunities to spend their worthless currency.