"This..."
The scene unfolding before them completely shattered the worldview of Peng Hao, Chen Yutong, and the others. They stood rooted to the spot, completely dumbfounded, as if turned to stone.
Beside them, Wu Lei chuckled and patted Peng Hao on the shoulder, saying, "Don't make a fuss. When it comes to Qin Ning, this sort of thing isn't even worth mentioning."
He naturally knew of Qin Ning's abilities and understood that his existence surpassed worldly comprehension.
Now that Qin Ning had revealed his divine abilities in public, it meant that he could finally speak of these matters to Peng Hao.
"Me, making a fuss?"
Peng Hao was dumbstruck and looked at Wu Lei. "No, what do you mean I'm making a fuss? Did you not see what just happened? Seriously man, what do you mean 'not worth mentioning'?"
He couldn't be blamed for his shock. After all, from an ordinary person's perspective, events that defied all logic would undoubtedly deliver a massive psychological impact.
The education they had received since childhood taught them that supernatural forces and spirits simply did not exist in this world.
Everything was just fabricated.
But now, something so utterly absurd had happened right in front of their very eyes!
"Brother, we'll head back first. When you see Teacher Du, remember to say hello for us."
Qin Fei pulled Chen Yutong into the backseat. Cheng Weiyang drove, and the car soon exited the underground parking garage.
Qin Ning watched their car drive away until it completely vanished from sight. Only then did he withdraw his gaze and glance at Peng Hao, Wu Lei, and the others.
"Go do whatever you need to do. I'm leaving too."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Ning took a step forward, and then his entire person miraculously vanished into thin air right before their eyes.
Wu Lei remained relatively calm, but Peng Hao and the others beside him were scared witless.
Once he snapped back to reality, Peng Hao immediately started screaming, "Ghost! Holy shit! It's a ghost!"
Smack!
Wu Lei slapped him on the forehead. "What are you barking about? What ghost?"
"If you don't know anything, keep your mouth shut. Now do you understand why Young Master Qin wields such immense power?"
Hearing this, Peng Hao remained in a state of shock. After a long while, he took a deep breath and looked at Wu Lei. "Young Master Wu, you knew about this all along?"
"What do you think?"
Wu Lei chuckled. "Didn't I tell you before? As long as you can cling to one of Young Master Qin's legs, even if your ancestral graves exploded, it would be worth it."
Saying so, he pulled out a jade pendant hanging around his neck and spoke again, "See this? This is the protective amulet Young Master Qin gave me back then. This is a real protective amulet."
"Protective amulet? What does it do?" Peng Hao couldn't help but ask.
"What do you mean, 'what does it do'? Why don't you ask what an air conditioner repairman does for a living?"
Wu Lei rolled his eyes. "A protective amulet protects you. What else would it do?"
"You mean this thing actually has a protective effect? It's not just a simple placebo?" Peng Hao clicked his tongue.
"Of course."
Wu Lei spoke with a face full of pride. "Actually, at first I wasn't too sure myself and had my doubts. Later, I just found someone to help test it, and the results blew my mind. Do you know? Even with a gun pointed at my forehead and the trigger pulled, the bullet couldn't pose any threat to me whatsoever. Now do you understand the significance of this protective amulet?"
"Not even bullets can kill you?"
Peng Hao was genuinely astounded.
"It's not just a matter of not dying. I was completely unscathed."
"You just saw Young Master Qin's methods. Storing items out of thin air, vanishing into thin air. Just in the time we've been talking, he has probably already arrived in Liu City."
Peng Hao looked dumbfounded. "Already in Liu City? You mean... teleportation?"
The things he had encountered today completely overturned his worldview. He would probably need a very long time to fully digest it all.
"Heh, these things are not even worth mentioning for Young Master Qin. Moreover, you don't know this, but Young Master Wang and Young Master Cai from the Magic City, those top-tier scions, they get to stay by his side and cultivate with him because they knew Young Master Qin from a long time ago. Also, have you heard of Richard from Country Y?"
"Right now, I'm also trying to figure out a way to get closer to that circle. If one day I get lucky enough to cultivate by Young Master Qin's side, it would be worth it even if the ancestral graves of my eighteen generations exploded."
"..."
Liu City.
Qin Ning had returned here.
Inside the villa.
Su Xingwan and the others were watching TV.
Qin Ning went upstairs to take a shower, preparing to rest for a bit.
Just as he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw them rush into his room.
Lin Yuting had also picked up their bad habits.
...
The next day, shortly after six in the evening.
Su Xingwan drove a Maybach out of the garage.
Qin Ning sat in the passenger seat, and then the two of them hurried all the way to the address given by Teacher Du Ya.
The housewarming banquet for Du Ya and her husband was being held at a restaurant in the west of the city.
Aside from some relatives and friends, she had also invited many of the students she used to teach, with Qin Ning and Su Xingwan being among them.
"Qin Ning! Class Rep! Over here!"
After parking the car, the two got out. Just a short distance from the restaurant, they saw someone waving to them from afar.
It was Lin Hongying and Luo Ze.
Last time in the Magic City, during the birthday celebration of Su Xingwan's grandfather, these two had also attended.
Qin Ning had introduced them to a job, and the two hadn't missed the opportunity. They both joined a branch of the Feiya Group here in Liu City, and now they respectively held the positions of department director and department manager.
It wasn't that Qin Ning had deliberately ordered their promotion; being able to reach their current positions was entirely due to their own capabilities.
Although they didn't know about Qin Ning's identity as an immortal cultivator, they knew he possessed astonishing influence. Back when they were still in the Magic City, even the city's top official, Ma Anguo, had to act respectfully in front of him.
"Teacher Du is inside greeting the guests. She asked the two of us to help receive you here," Lin Hongying said with a smile.
Su Xingwan nodded. "Alright, let's go inside too."
The group of four then walked into the restaurant.
Qin Ning asked them about some work-related matters and told them that if they encountered any trouble or anything they couldn't resolve, they could call him directly.
Both of them felt a wave of flattered surprise.
They had saved Qin Ning's number the last time they were in the Magic City, but to this day, they hadn't dared to actually call him, afraid of disturbing him.
Moreover, there really hadn't been any issues they couldn't resolve.
Inside the restaurant's main hall, the entire dining area had been booked out. Many guests had come to offer their congratulations. Luo Ze spoke up, "Qin Ning, Teacher Du arranged a private room just for us. It's all our old classmates from back then. Besides us, there are about seven or eight others."
"Everyone should have arrived by now, so let's head straight there. Teacher Du said that she'll come over to eat with us later, after she's finished entertaining her other relatives and friends."
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.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.”
