Limitless Evolution: I Have Infinite Potential.

The meal ended with Bai Xiaoxi in high spirits, her face full of satisfaction. The other three, however, wore expressions ranging from gloomy to mildly irritated.

"Right this way, please!" the waiter said with exaggerated enthusiasm, leading them to their rooms.

As Ye Junlin and the others passed by, Fan Dezhen narrowed his eyes.

"…Hmm?"

He watched the cloaked figures disappear down the hallway, an odd chill creeping down his spine.

"Uncle Fan? What are you staring at?" An Miaoyi strolled out of her room, hands clasped behind her back.

Fan Dezhen's brows furrowed. "Something about them doesn't sit right. Especially the one in front—he gives off a presence so overwhelming it makes me feel... powerless."

"Powerless? Are you serious?" An Miaoyi blinked in disbelief.

This was Fan Dezhen—the elder of Wendao Sect, a Great Ascension cultivator who had mastered several ancient secret techniques. In the Eastern Domain, few dared to underestimate him. And yet, even he was wary of that cloaked group?

Just how strong is that man? The thought flashed through An Miaoyi's mind, sending a chill down her back.

Could he be... a Virtual Immortal?

She instantly shook off the idea.

No way.

A Tribulation Stage cultivator, maybe. That alone was terrifying. Even among the Ten Great Sects, those at the Tribulation Stage were rare and either kept in isolation or long asleep.

Surely, they weren't unlucky enough to run into another one after that white-haired old demon who ambushed their fleet?

"Uncle Fan, don't boost someone else's prestige while crushing our own," An Miaoyi said softly, trying to keep her composure.

Fan Dezhen smiled wryly. "Miss, it's not about self-doubt. This is caution. The Medicine King Valley is about to open, and Dragon Gate Inn is crawling with cultivators. Powerhouses gathering here is no surprise."

"…Alright." An Miaoyi gave a small nod, though she still felt Fan Dezhen was being overly cautious.

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Later that night.

Moonlight poured down, casting pale silver light over the bamboo grove outside the inn.

Ye Junlin stood there, hands behind his back, the breeze tugging at his robe. A rare flicker of reflection crossed his usually smug face.

It's almost been a year since I came to this world...

Thank the heavens for that thoughtful system. Life hadn't been too bad.

[Ding! System has detected the host is feeling lonely. Would you like to activate the free voice chat feature?]

A sweet, chirpy voice echoed in his mind.

Ye Junlin rolled his eyes.

Seriously?

System, your timing is always on point. Should I applaud you for this? Or really applaud you?

"Nope. Not happening." He rejected it on the spot.

What kind of degenerate needed to talk to his system at night?

If word got out, where would the dignity of a proud traveler from Earth go?

[Ding! Host refused. System is devastated... sob sob sob...]

Ye Junlin: "..."

Dramatic much?

Knock knock.

A soft knock interrupted the silence.

"Master, it's me—the little mouse!" came a sweet, cheerful voice.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Bai Xiaoxi skipped in with a tray in her hands, placing a cup on the table.

"Master, your cappuccino."

The drink had a smiley face pattern on the foam, steam curling up with an intoxicating aroma.

Of course, the ingredients came from another realm. A regular mortal would probably suffer internal bleeding—or worse—just by smelling it.

Ye Junlin lifted the cup and took a sip. The flavor danced across his tastebuds, rich and complex.

"Hmm, not bad. But next time, go lighter on the sugar," he said casually.

"Got it!" Bai Xiaoxi nodded firmly, mentally noting it down like a sacred command.

"You can go rest now. As a reward, make one for yourself," Ye Junlin said, waving her off.

"Thank you, Master!"

Bai Xiaoxi beamed with pride and practically flew out of the room.

Ye Junlin chuckled to himself.

Ah, to have such a caring and generous Master like me… what a blessing.

Originally, he'd planned to mold that little white-haired mouse into a fearsome enforcer. After all, she had the Da Luo Immortal Body and high-grade martial talent. She should've been a terrifying figure by now.

Instead… she was becoming a kitchen goddess.

Oh well. Let the other two handle the killing and chaos. This one could focus on pastries and coffee.

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Elsewhere, in the shadows of Dragon Gate Inn…

A dozen snake-headed humanoid figures crept into position. Their eyes gleamed with a sinister violet hue, and their split tongues flickered with anticipation. The air around them was thick with malevolent energy.

They stared coldly at the inn, filled with bloodlust.

"Honorable Priest, shall we begin the operation?" one of them asked, bowing.

Ye Jiagu stood tall, dressed in ornate robes and crowned with silver. In his hand, a staff adorned with a glowing emerald pulsed with dark power.

His voice was low and bone-chilling. "Tonight, we begin the purge. Let the slaughter weaken the humans' foundation."

"For the holy war of the Underworld Abyss!" the snake-headed soldiers answered in unison.

These creatures were members of the abyssal serpent clan, having snuck into Tianling City to carry out covert assassinations. With Medicine King Valley's grand event drawing experts from every corner, this was their golden opportunity to decimate key forces.

And their plan? Bold—but backed by strength.

Dragon Gate Inn was packed with high-level cultivators, making it the perfect target.

"Deploy the Dream Formation," Ye Jiagu commanded.

The formation was ancient, long lost to human history, but carefully preserved by the serpent clan. It induced a deep slumber, trapping victims in their desires, eroding their spirits until only empty shells remained.

They had to remain undisturbed—any slip could shatter the illusion.

One by one, the serpent clan members took their positions around the inn. They sliced open their palms, letting their purple blood fall to the earth, and began tracing eerie, glowing symbols.

Dark light shimmered through the lines of the formation, casting an unsettling glow across the ground.

Without anyone noticing, a mysterious energy enveloped the inn.

Each serpent priest focused fully, channeling power without rest or distraction. One mistake could spell disaster.

Ye Jiagu raised his staff, emerald light surging as his spiritual power poured into it.

He was confident. With his Great Ascension cultivation and the support of several Unity Stage elites, the Dream Formation would trap anyone below the Tribulation Stage.

Inside the inn, cultivators began nodding off—some slumped over tables, others meditating quietly, unaware that they'd slipped into dreams shaped by their deepest desires.

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Inside the illusions…

On a blood-soaked battlefield, the cultivators of the Kunlun Realm stood defeated. Alien armies roared across the skies, burning and destroying, their overwhelming force blotting out hope itself.

"The heavens have forsaken Kunlun!" cried a white-haired elder in despair.

The invading army surged forward, leaving carnage in its wake.

Suddenly—boom!

A flash of sword light tore through the sky, slicing into the alien ranks like divine retribution. Wails of terror echoed as spirits were shredded.

"Who is that?!"

"It's me!!!"

A voice thundered through the battlefield like a war god's roar.

A towering figure descended from the sky, hair wild, eyes blazing. In his hand, a forty-meter-long sword crackled with boundless power.

"It's him! The Sword God, Li Wujie!" people cried, tears streaming down their faces.

"The Sword God? That's the legendary sword master?!" the alien general gasped in horror.

"Hmph," Li Wujie sneered. "Anyone who defies Kunlun… dies."

With a swing of his colossal sword, the heavens trembled. The alien army evaporated under the pressure.

"Sword God! Savior of Kunlun!" The realm rejoiced, voices echoing in reverence.

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Elsewhere in the dream…

On a throne of flames sat a regal, slender figure. His mere gaze made even ancient beings kneel.

Hong Qianye tilted his chin slightly, a wicked grin playing on his lips.

The world had bent before him. His enemies were dust.

"I hereby declare, the Fire Cult's rule begins now."

His words echoed like a divine command.

"Leader's power is unmatched!" Millions of voices cried in reverence.

"Ha ha ha ha ha…!" Hong Qianye leaned back in his throne, eyes gleaming with madness, laughter shaking the very fabric of the dream.

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