Chen Xia was not angry.
The two unruly groups of Jianghu people were far from deserving his anger.
After all, they were just ants that could be crushed casually.
However, he was a little puzzled.
How dare these Jianghu people openly oppose his words?
Moreover, today's conflict was also strange. Rather than Chen Xia running into the conflict, it was like the conflict ran into Chen Xia.
Someone was manipulating this behind the scenes.
Chen Xia thought about it briefly with his head lowered, but did not take it too seriously. After all, if someone needed to test him, it meant the manipulator behind the scenes was not too powerful.
The two groups of people sent another message.
"Town chief, if you really don't understand, even if we have to stake our lives on this, we will stand up for ourselves!"
"We respect you as an immortal, but we still hope you don't bully others!"
The words of the two groups obviously portrayed themselves as the reasonable side.
The crowd of onlookers, mostly Jianghu people, became even more supportive of the two groups.
Chen Xia drank another sip of tea unhurriedly, shook the cup, and smiled.
"I don't like killing, but that doesn't mean I won't kill."
Hearing this, both groups fell silent and did not speak for a long time. Finally, the leader forced out a laugh and said,
"I don't know what the town chief means by this."
Chen Xia tapped the teacup with his fingers and murmured to himself,
"Old Woman of South Mountain, Swordsman of Huaihai, Peilu Lang, the Patrol Bureau, Jingxin Pavilion, Mount Dayu..."
"I don't care who you are behind the scenes. Pay compensation and get out of town within fifty breaths, otherwise don't bother standing up."
These Jianghu people, who despised rules and acted recklessly, were the most annoying existence.
Hearing Chen Xia's words, the onlookers around raised their eyebrows one after another, feeling that Chen Xia was a bit too overbearing.
The leader of the Jianghu people shook his head and frowned.
"Aren't your words a bit too arrogant and unreasonable? Although you are the town chief, you are not the controller of this town either. Your actions and words are a bit too overbearing, don't you think?!"
"Overbearing?" Chen Xia chuckled softly and replied, "I've changed my mind. I don't want to wait fifty breaths anymore."
He lightly flicked his fingertips on the teacup.
The tea swayed in the cup, floating like waves, and suddenly rushed out.
Then a drop of tea flew into the air, and fell extremely quickly.
Like raindrops, but tea instead.
The translucent water droplets reflected everyone's different expressions.
But there was more than just expressions.
There was also an extremely fast reaching hand, and a flicking finger.
Ding.
A crisp sound like metal colliding.
The tea was like an arrow, shooting sharply without anyone reacting.
The water droplet slapped the leader's chest, spreading extremely quickly into thousands of tiny droplets.
Each droplet carried tremendous force, striking together.
At this moment.
These were not droplets.
They were waves.
The leader's figure was slapped flying, smashing tables and chairs along the way, sinking into them.
Chen Xia shook his hand, without a drop of water staining it.
The scene was very quiet, silent as the grave.
Sounds came from where the leader had fallen, the broken tables and chairs fell, revealing a kneeling figure.
He didn't want to kneel, but the pain forced him down. Forget standing up, even lying down was wishful thinking.
And the weapon that had caused his injuries was just a small drop of water.
The onlookers around looked at Chen Xia more guardedly, feeling that this immortal reputation was not just hearsay.
"Still want to fight?" Chen Xia put down the teacup, smiled at the two groups and said.
They immediately apologized with cupped fists, "It was reckless of us brothers. We will pay compensation and leave now."
"You'd better." Chen Xia just said this one sentence, then sat down on a stool missing a leg and glanced at the boss behind him.
"Go figure out how much they need to compensate."
With someone backing him up, the boss was not afraid anymore. He immediately went up to discuss compensation with the two groups.
Chen Xia drank the tea in his cup in one gulp, then glanced at the onlooking crowd and waved his hand casually. "Nothing to see, go home."
These Jianghu onlookers did not dare to defy and left one by one.
After the boss finished negotiating the compensation and the two groups left, Chen Xia also got up and walked to the back, ready to go home.
When he was halfway there, he was blocked by someone.
It was a man in a conical hat.
"What's the matter?" Chen Xia frowned and asked.
The man in the conical hat cupped his fists and said respectfully, "Please come out into the world, sir, and keep the Great Song safe!"
Chen Xia looked over the man in the conical hat and sneered. "So you were the one testing me back there?"
The man in the conical hat quickly lowered his head, "I was rude, but I really had no choice. The Great Song is currently being invaded by foreign enemies and is in dire straits. Please come out and keep the Great Song safe!"
Chen Xia tilted his head and flicked his fingernails, asking, "Why ask me? Can't other Jianghu people do it?"
The man in the conical hat laughed bitterly and said, "Of course we also invited other chivalrous people, but they won't be of much use. Only someone like you who has entered the immortal path can be a decisive factor."
"A decisive factor?" Chen Xia keenly noticed this sentence and asked again, "Are there others?"
The man in the conical hat quickly nodded, "Within the Great Song dynasty there is another immortal sect. The sect master is said to be an immortal as well, with the power to move mountains and break rivers!"
"However, this immortal has been in secluded cultivation for too long and does not inquire about worldly affairs. Even His Majesty went personally to ask, but could not get the immortal to come out."
"Are there no other immortals?" Chen Xia asked curiously. He remembered that when he first arrived, he saw a real immortal annihilate a city with one slap.
The man in the conical hat shook his head slightly, "There are no other immortals in the mortal realm."
"Mortal realm?" Chen Xia asked doubtfully again.
The man in the conical hat pointed up at the sky and explained, "This is the mortal realm, the realm of mortals. Above is the celestial realm, where the real immortals exist. But it seems immortals from the upper realm rarely come down."
"The last time an immortal descended was because he came to Tail Creek Town to take on a disciple."
When the man in the conical hat said this, he glanced at Chen Xia again, since Chen Xia was one of the people involved.
"There wasn't some incident of an immortal annihilating a city with a slap?" Chen Xia frowned and asked.
The man in the conical hat thought for a long time and shook his head slightly, "There is no such record. And according to ancient records, if an immortal descends, their power will be greatly reduced and they will need to cultivate again."
"So there are even records of top Jianghu experts killing descended immortals."
Chen Xia frowned. He started reminiscing.
The realm he had crossed over from should not be the Great Song realm, so it was normal they didn't know about the annihilated city.
Additionally, immortals who descended would have their powers greatly reduced, and could even be killed by top Jianghu experts.
That meant the immortal who could still annihilate a city with one slap after descending must have had terrifying strength.
But after that slap, that immortal also seemed to be quickly expelled from this plane of existence. Chen Xia never saw such a terrifying existence again.
The old man who later came to take on disciples and the mysterious woman were far from giving Chen Xia any sense of threat. They couldn't even compare to the terrifying power.
This proved ordinary celestials had little influence over this plane.
To have great influence, one would at least need to be at the mysterious woman's level.
And the greater the influence, the less time one could exist here before being quickly expelled by this plane.
This meant there actually weren't many powerful figures in this world.
Upon realizing this, Chen Xia was elated. It meant he could safely stay for thousands or tens of thousands of years, becoming invincible before coming out into the world.
Seeing Chen Xia unresponsive, the man in the conical hat cupped his fists again and respectfully said, "The Great Song is willing to grant the position of National Master. Please come out, sir!"
"Let's talk about it later." Chen Xia casually waved his hand, not particularly wanting to go. He still preferred hiding and gaining more points.
"Sir!" The man in the conical hat suddenly shouted and even kneeled down, wanting to kowtow to Chen Xia.
But Chen Xia had already disappeared before he even kneeled down.
"Sir?" The man in the conical hat called out helplessly.
No response.
He gritted his teeth and smashed his fists to the ground, his eyes brimming with hot tears as he mournfully said,
"As the nation nears destruction, I am powerless and useless, only able to kneel on the ground and weep painfully. I am worthless trash!"
He bitterly cursed himself for a while, then wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and left.
Chen Xia had already returned to the room. His reason for not wanting to go was that he felt there were too many variables in fighting wars. What if there was some monster on the other side? Wouldn't that put him in danger?
It would be better to live frugally for a few more years, gain some more points, then live frugally for another seventy years. After reaching the Golden Core stage, he should be invincible in this mortal realm.
Chen Xia stretched lazily, wanting to rest for a bit. But urgent knocking sounds came from outside the door.
"What is it?" Chen Xia asked.
Anxious shouts came from outside, "Town chief, something bad happened, evil spirits are causing trouble in town again!"
The corpse looked exactly the same as twenty years ago, pale complexion, empty eyes, and an emaciated body.
But while alive, this person was a burly 200-jin man!
After looking it over a few times, Chen Xia could confirm the cause of death was the same as the corpses from twenty years ago.
He asked the residents next to him, "What about Mu Xieyang? Wasn't he supposed to deal with this evil spirit?"
"Mu is on his way here now."
Chen Xia stood in front of the corpse. He hadn't learned any mystic arts, so could only stare blankly.
It's not like he could just punch the corpse, right?
After waiting about half an hour,
Chen Xia asked again, "Mu Xieyang still isn't here?"
"Mu Xieyang is on his way." The resident gave the same reply.
Chen Xia had someone bring over a white cloth to cover the corpse, then sat down on a stool. After a while leaning his head on his hand waiting for Mu Xieyang,
Two hours later.
Chen Xia woke up from his nap and asked the resident, "Did Mu Xieyang go climb over widows' walls? He still hasn't come?"
The resident's eyes widened in shock, finger trembling as he pointed ahead and stammered,
"Mu Xieyang...is...is dead!"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.