No Way People Find Cultivation Difficult, Right? - Chapter 31: Daoist Siji, Ten Nations Academy!

Ye Qiu traveled to the Great Wilderness World and obtained the ten thousand-fold return system.

By teaching or gifting the same thing to the apprentice, you can get a high multiplier crit return.

“Ding, you give your disciple a Marrow Cleansing Pill, trigger a thousand-fold crit, and get a Divine Marrow Pill.”

“Ding, you passed ten years of kung fu to your disciples, triggered a hundred times of critical strikes, and obtained thousand years of kung fu.”

“Ding, you gave your disciple the Zixia Sword, a top-grade treasure, which will trigger ten thousand times the crit and get the Immortal Sword Yunxiao.”

All the disciples: “Master is too generous. He never hides his secrets from his disciples, and he gives everything away.”

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A master of Chakra Cultivation sacrifices everything - only to be reborn with a second chance.After giving his life to save his world, Alaric awakens in the body of a child. In this new realm where power is measured in tiers, bloodlines, and the strength of one's oaths, Chakra Cultivation is an unknown path.As Alaric purifies his chakras, each one unlocking profound abilities across body, mind, and soul, he gains an edge no native warrior can match. But his true test awaits in the Tower of Trials—a rite of passage for the world's young elites, offering immense rewards to those who can climb its treacherous heights. No one has ever reached its highest levels.If mastering his reborn powers wasn't hard enough, his journey will forge a bond with an entity of unimaginable strength - and lead him to lands where no mortal has dared to tread.

Hundred contestants.Hundred days. A single rule……survive.Every year, people vanish.Some are criminals.Some are poor and desperate.The chosen are gone, traded away like a currency and never seen again..They are taken to the Recall Trials: a live-streamed, underground competition watched only by the elites.In a fractured future where society is divided into sectors ,walled cities built on wealth: Sector A (elite) to Sector D (the swamps). The elite live in technological luxury, while the outer sectors rot in poverty, crime, and sickness.To control the masses, a secretive elite group known as The Aetherions created a deadly underground reality game called The Recall Trials.The prize?Fortune and a place among the elites.The cost? Everything else.Players are forced to survive by solving deadly puzzles, facing brutal betrayals and sometimes, finding forbidden romance, all while knowing death could come at any second.When Vincent Aston, heir to one of the richest families in Sector A loses everything, he falls into a world he was never meant to see, a world that wasn’t made for people like him. A world where memories kill, and even money can’t buy his way out..Will the golden boy of the elite beat the system or will the game be rigged from the start?In the Recall Trials, the greatest enemy isn't death…. it's the truth.There are no heroes.Only survivors.“When the countdown begins,all that matters is who survives the bloodshed.”Spoiler Alert! The main character’s flaws consume him, and will eventually turn to the dark side. Nobody’s perfect, and he’s no exception.Get ready for the Recall Trials! Music and epic promo video dropping soon!

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world.Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!”The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears.Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing.Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable.His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next.After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual.“It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.”Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open.“Atticus? W-why are you here?”The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.”****Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren.Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.