Fang Zhengnian only felt a chill down his back as he broke out in a cold sweat, his scalp tingling.
He couldn't imagine how a young man in his twenties could possess such immense power, causing a figure like Elder Liu to personally call him to hold him accountable.
And just as Fang Zhengnian was filled with shock and extreme confusion, his phone rang again.
He picked it up to look, and when he saw the caller's name clearly, his body couldn't help but tremble again.
"Elder... Elder Zeng." Fang Zhengnian answered the phone, his voice trembling.
"Little Fang, regarding Qin Ning's matter..."
Just like Elder Liu a moment ago, Elder Zeng had also called him for Qin Ning's sake, and his tone sounded even more serious.
It wasn't until two minutes later, when Fang Zhengnian hung up Elder Zeng's call, that he realized he had long since slumped into his chair in terror.
"Damn it! Just who did this brat provoke?"
After recovering his wits, Fang Zhengnian couldn't help but curse, and then hurriedly called Fang Mingrui.
"Hello, Second Uncle, did you find out..."
On this end of the phone, Fang Mingrui was currently climbing Mount Wudang with a few alumni. Seeing his Second Uncle calling, he thought the other party had found out something. Just as he was about to ask, he heard a torrent of curses erupt directly from the other end.
"Who the hell did you offend?"
Fang Zhengnian stood up from his chair and roared furiously, "Do you know I was almost killed by you because of this?"
"Now, right this instant, find Young Master Qin for me, and then kneel down and apologize to him face to face. Otherwise, not to mention I won't be able to protect you, I'm afraid I'll be screwed myself!"
"Second... Second Uncle... what's going on?"
Fang Mingrui was dumbfounded. He knew his Second Uncle had always had an excellent temper and had never scolded him before.
But today, the other party was so furious. It was evident that this matter had indeed caused him massive trouble.
But how could this be possible?
Wasn't it just investigating a person?
Besides, who was his Second Uncle?
He was the Deputy Secretary of E Province. How could he be held accountable by others for such a thing?
And who were the people holding him accountable?
Could it be the top leader of E Province, his Second Uncle's direct superior?
Qin Ning actually had a relationship with the top leader of E Province?
How could this be possible?
"You still dare to ask me what's going on? Do you know who just called me? Huh?"
Fang Zhengnian became angrier as he spoke. "Elder Liu, and Elder Zeng, both personally called me. Just because I had someone investigate Qin Ning, I was reprimanded by them. Let me tell you, if you don't get Young Master Qin's forgiveness today, don't blame me for thrashing you when you get back. If your dad dares to stop me, I'll thrash him too!"
Beep, beep, beep...
After saying this, Fang Zhengnian hung up the phone directly.
And on Mount Wudang's side, Fang Mingrui was completely scared silly.
Elder Liu and Elder Zeng had actually personally called his Second Uncle?
Was it real?
He originally thought Qin Ning's network should be the top leader of E Province, otherwise how could it make his Second Uncle so angry. But Fang Mingrui never expected that he had still underestimated the other party too much. The people behind Qin Ning were actually Elder Liu and Elder Zeng!
He instantly realized the severity of the matter, thinking of the phrase Jiang Yanran had just said: disaster comes from the mouth.
Fang Mingrui's legs immediately went soft. How could he still dare to leisurely climb the mountain while enjoying the scenery?
He directly found the location of the cable car and headed to the summit at the fastest speed to find Qin Ning and apologize to him!
...
Meanwhile.
At the peak of Mount Wudang, inside an ancient hall, Qin Ning and Jiang Yanran arrived.
An old man with pure white hair and beard held a whisk, sitting cross-legged on a futon with his eyes closed.
Zhang Hongye possessed a transcendent and immortal demeanor, and was now eighty years old.
He was also a martial artist and knew Jiang Yunshan. They had met a few times in earlier years, but were not considered very familiar.
Coming to Mount Wudang this time, Jiang Yanran had donated a lot of incense money to them. Moreover, Zhang Hongye also knew she was the descendant of a martial arts friend, so he had granted her an audience two days ago.
"This junior greets Daoist Master Zhang."
Jiang Yanran slightly cupped her fists, performing a greeting ritual between martial artists. She was of the Jiang family bloodline and a martial arts descendant, so greeting him in this manner was not wrong.
"Benefactor Jiang, why have you come again today?"
Zhang Hongye slowly opened his eyes, asking with a smile, and then his gaze shifted to Qin Ning beside her. He asked with a confused look, "This is..."
Qin Ning, however, paid him no mind and walked directly into the hall behind him.
There stood a special stone, oval in shape overall, and about half a person's height.
With one glance, Qin Ning confirmed that this stone was the same kind as the one he had obtained last time at Fan Sicheng's manor in Shu Province. Moreover, its internal quality was better and purer. With this material, it would be almost enough for him to truly carve out a treasured cultivation land.
"This stone, can you give it to me?"
He didn't waste words, turning his eyes to look at Zhang Hongye.
Hearing this, Zhang Hongye was taken aback at first, and then furrowed his brows.
This was the guarding treasure of their Mount Wudang, naturally impossible to easily give away to someone.
Not to mention a young man like Qin Ning, even if a martial arts expert like Jiang Yunshan personally came here and asked for it, Zhang Hongye couldn't possibly yield the stone to him.
Because within this stone lay a kind of quintessential energy. Although Zhang Hongye didn't know exactly what this energy was.
But over the years, cultivating here, he could clearly feel that this stone had helped a lot.
Thinking this in his heart, he chuckled and said, "Little friend probably doesn't know..."
"Buzz!"
However, before he could finish speaking, Qin Ning waved his hand and directly stored the stone into his spatial storage.
This sudden maneuver left Zhang Hongye completely dumbfounded on the spot, and then a look of disbelief appeared on his face.
What's going on?
Where did my huge stone go?
How did it suddenly disappear?
What just happened?
A trick?
Magic?
Or what?
"Buzz!"
And just as he was in shock, Qin Ning flipped his palm again, taking out some tea leaves and placing them in front of Zhang Hongye.
"These tea leaves, drink one cup every day. In a year at most, they can at least double your current strength," Qin Ning said calmly.
Today's Zhang Hongye had also cultivated Qi within his body. This Qi, just like Jiang Yunshan's before, was not as quintessential as spiritual energy.
However, this Qi of his was indeed much stronger than when he first met Jiang Yunshan. If he cultivated by drinking the tea as he said, in half a year at most, he should be able to officially become a first-stage Body Tempering cultivator. Even reaching the second stage wasn't impossible.
Qin Ning didn't waste time talking either. He directly asked Jiang Yanran to fetch some water and brewed the tea right in front of Zhang Hongye.
Seeing that he could actually create fire barehanded, making raw water boil in a few breaths, and with a gentle wave of his palm, the boiling water cooled down, and a cup of tea was handed to him, Zhang Hongye was already completely flabbergasted on the spot.
Who am I?
Where am I?
Is this a dream?
Even though he was a martial artist himself, the events unfolding right before his eyes had completely shattered Zhang Hongye's perception of reality.

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

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.”

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!