As soon as these words were spoken, not just Elder Zeng, but everyone present turned their eyes to Qin Ning.
Qin Ning simply smiled. There are no others. I am the only one of my kind in this world. Therefore, Elder Zeng, you can rest assured. There are no other entities like me that could pose a threat to our Huaxia.
That is good to hear.
Hearing Qin Ning's words, Elder Zeng finally nodded in relief.
The main issue was that Qin Ning's appearance had been too sudden and completely unbelievable.
It had completely overturned their understanding of the world.
If there were many others like Qin Ning in this world, they would represent a massive potential threat.
Furthermore, with the current level of technology, they would be absolutely powerless to counter such a threat.
I also have something to ask, if it is convenient... Elder Liu suddenly spoke up.
Qin Ning looked at him and smiled, Elder Liu, please just ask directly. There is no need for any reservations, nor should you worry about offending me.
Alright, then I will ask.
Elder Liu nodded. Earlier, I heard Xiao Wang say that you flew here with him and Little Zhou from Liu City. Aside from such feats, do you possess any other abilities that we are unaware of?
This simple sentence left Liu Jianfei and Qin Jingyao, who were sitting to the side, completely dumbfounded.
What did he mean by flying over from Liu City?
By taking an airplane?
But judging by Elder Liu's tone, it didn't seem that simple.
Could it mean exactly what it sounded like?
Flying through the sky and tunneling through the earth?
How could that be possible?
Qin Ning fell silent for a moment, pondering before he finally said, Elder Liu, Elder Zeng, let me put it this way. My existence has already surpassed the scope of mortal comprehension. As of today, any technological power of humanity is completely useless against me.
Speaking up to this point, Qin Ning suddenly turned his head and looked out the door. Uncle Wang.
Young Master Qin.
Wang Yousheng immediately ran inside.
Do you have a gun on you? Qin Ning asked directly.
Uh...
Wang Yousheng hadn't expected him to ask this and was momentarily stunned.
He then glanced at Elder Zeng and Elder Liu. Seeing that they didn't object, he nodded. I do.
As he spoke, he pulled out a handgun from his person.
Let's go, follow me to the courtyard.
Qin Ning smiled and looked at Elder Zeng and the others before taking the lead, standing up and walking outside.
In the courtyard, everyone followed him out of sheer curiosity.
With a casual wave of his hand, Qin Ning set up a barrier that enveloped the entire courtyard. This way, no matter how loud the commotion inside, nothing would be heard outside.
You can try shooting at me, Qin Ning said to Wang Yousheng, who was standing a short distance away.
Hearing this, Wang Yousheng was instantly shocked. How can I do that?
It's fine, just shoot when I tell you to, Qin Ning chuckled.
Wang Yousheng glanced at Elder Zeng, and seeing him give a slight nod, he looked back at Qin Ning. Young Master Qin, you're not joking?
Qin Ning didn't reply, simply standing there calmly.
Bang!
Wang Yousheng raised his gun, gritted his teeth, and pulled the trigger.
A loud gunshot echoed through the courtyard. Fortunately, everyone was mentally prepared, so they weren't startled.
However, what truly frightened them was the sight of Qin Ning still standing there quietly.
A bullet was suspended in mid-air right in front of him, as if frozen by the very air itself. Or rather, it was as if an invisible energy shield surrounded Qin Ning's body, blocking the projectile.
This...
Such a scene left everyone utterly dumbfounded.
Even though Elder Zeng and Elder Liu already knew of Qin Ning's extraordinary nature, witnessing such a thing with their own eyes still left them inevitably shocked.
Qin Ning gently reached out, plucked the bullet from the air, and walked over to Wang Yousheng. He placed the bullet in his hand and then smiled at Elder Zeng and the others. It is not just guns. As I said just now, all of humanity's current technological power cannot pose any threat to me.
What about nuclear weapons? Wang Yousheng couldn't help but ask.
The same.
Qin Ning nodded lightly.
Everyone's heart was filled with unparalleled shock.
Soon, they returned to the room and took their seats.
Elder Zeng calmed the astonishment in his heart and spoke, Qin Ning, you should be considered an immortal cultivator, right?
Yes. Qin Ning did not deny it.
To him, whether others knew about these things or not made no difference.
Even if they knew, what could they do?
In this world, who could possibly threaten him?
In the cultivation world, many understood the principle that an innocent man gets into trouble because of his wealth.
But on Earth, such logic held no meaning for Qin Ning.
Because he was the true master.
You kid, admitting it so directly without even considering if the hearts of us two old men can take it, Elder Liu chuckled bitterly.
The information they had received today had indeed overturned their past understanding.
Who could have ever imagined that immortal cultivators actually existed in this world?
More importantly, this entity was a person of their Huaxia.
Qin Ning, I wonder... Elder Zeng hesitated to speak.
Qin Ning looked at him, knowing what he wanted to ask. Earth's environment is not suitable for cultivation. If Elder Zeng wants me to help train a few people, I might have to disappoint you. This is not something I can do, or rather, in a place like Earth, no one can do it.
However, although this environment cannot allow others to cultivate spiritual energy and become immortal cultivators, I do have a physical strengthening cultivation method here. As long as one is willing to put in the effort, upon completion, it can also extend one's lifespan. At the very least, they can live twice as long as an ordinary person, and becoming invulnerable to swords and spears would not be difficult.
Of course, it is only to the extent of not being killed by guns. If a bullet actually hits the body, it will still hurt a lot, leaving at least a crater on the surface of the skin.
Elder Zeng's eyes lit up, and he licked his lips. That is already far beyond common sense. I wonder if you...
Without waiting for him to finish, Qin Ning smiled. I have no problem with it. I don't have much to do in Liu City anyway. After I go back, Elder Zeng can pick a few people to send over, and I will help train them. Having Uncle Wang go over is fine too; he has a good foundation. Once I teach him, he can just pass it on to the others.
Hearing this, Wang Yousheng, who was standing to the side, became incredibly excited. He never expected that one day he would actually be able to come into contact with such things.
Soon, drinking until midnight, everyone became a little drunk.
Qin Ning flipped his palm, taking out two small boxes and placing them on the table.
Elder Zeng, Elder Liu, please take these two medicinal pills. You can use them to handle sudden emergencies in the future.
This...
Both of them were greatly shocked. They had both heard about Old Master Wu today, who was saved by this exact kind of divine medicine. Furthermore, the current Old Master Wu was strong and healthy, and just like Elder Zeng, he had grown over a decade younger.
Such divine medicine must be invaluable. For Qin Ning to give it away just like that, how could they possibly have the nerve to accept it?
"Don't worry about it, just take them. Give me a call when you run out, or come find me in Liu City for a drink. I have plenty more where that came from; you could even eat them like regular meals." Qin Ning waved his hand nonchalantly.

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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.”

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.