Picking up the string beans that Yi Feng had washed and peeled, Qingshan Patriarch's shaking hands trembled as he prepared to cut them. After all, this was the first time he had come into contact with something of this level, and he couldn't even cut the beans well after half a stick of incense time due to his nervousness.
"This kitchen knife really isn't very easy to use anymore. It looks like it's about time to replace it." Seeing this, Yi Feng said apologetically. He had actually had this idea for a while - this kitchen knife was made when he had just started blacksmithing, and although the sharpness was still decent, he felt it wasn't very easy to handle.
Upon hearing this, Qingshan Patriarch shuddered.
As expected of a senior, the standards for kitchen knives used for cutting vegetables are so high!
To think that this kitchen knife he called "not very easy to use" was something Qingshan Patriarch had desperately wanted but couldn't obtain. In the senior's eyes, it wasn't even good enough to cut vegetables.
"Senior is too modest. How could such a knife not be easy to use?" Qingshan Patriarch couldn't help but sigh, "If only I had a knife like this!"
Hearing this, Yi Feng also sighed.
It seems this old man's family is indeed very poor, so poor that they don't even have a decent kitchen knife at home.
Without great culinary skills, Yi Feng's hands produced three dishes and one soup, which he brought to the table.
When the first bite entered their mouths, both Qingshan Patriarch's and Luo Lanxue's eyes lit up.
The two swore that they had never eaten such delicious food and dishes in their lives!
Seeing their expressions, Yi Feng smiled and nodded slightly. He was still somewhat confident when it came to food and dishes.
Although he was a lazy person, it was out of helplessness. The taste of the food in this world was really not very good. Aside from the occasional bowl of beef noodles across the street, Yi Feng could only improve his own meals.
Of course, even for the beef noodles across the street, Yi Feng had taught the owner a thing or two.
After Yi Feng and the others had eaten and drank to their fill...
In the back hall.
The wild dog that Yi Feng had kicked unconscious was gradually regaining consciousness.
"Oww, that hurts."
"Damn mortal, just you wait until I recover. I won't let you get away with this!"
The dog snarled inwardly, filled with hatred towards Yi Feng. He thought to himself that not only was he of the Heaven Devouring Demon Wolf clan, but he was also the son of the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor. Yet he had been defeated by a mere mortal - this was an utmost humiliation to him.
Hateful, so hateful!
"If not for Ao Qing running away from the clan and getting heavily injured by evildoers, leaving me with less than one-tenth of my power, how could this have happened?"
"Just you wait until I find you again. I'll tear you into eight pieces!"
As he snarled to himself, the dog finally opened his eyelids.
Swish swish swish!
In that instant, countless bright lights shot towards him, shining so brightly he couldn't open his eyes. It was as if he was amidst a sea of blades and swords.
When he forcibly opened his eyes, he discovered that surrounding him were countless weapons.
"These weapons..."
Ao Qing was shocked, his protruding mouth wide open. These weapons were at least all Spirit grade.
Good heavens!
The dog began to doubt life itself.
Even as the son of the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor, he had never seen so many Spirit grade and higher Sacred grade weapons!
So many - forget about him, even his old man behind him probably hadn't seen so many before.
What's even more freaking unbelievable was that these weapons were scattered around like junk. Just who was so rich to be so extravagant!
"No, that's not right."
Ao Qing seemed to have noticed something else. All the scattered weapons on the ground were actually defective products.
"Oh my god."
Ao Qing was even more shocked, unable to calm down for a long time.
Defective products were already of Spirit grade, so how high would the grade be if they were finished products?
One must know, a master blacksmith who could forge finished products to Spirit grade was completely different from one whose defective products were already Spirit grade. Heaven knows what kind of monster that second blacksmith was!
Simply horrifying!
"Just who could it be?"
"What kind of place is this?"
Taking advantage of having recovered a bit of power after passing out, Ao Qing struggled to get up and carefully went outside to explore.
But he accidentally stepped into the front hall.
The instant he entered the front hall, he felt the heavens spinning and overwhelming pressure descended upon him. Then the paintings on both sides of the walls shone brightly, and the images of eighteen weapons shot towards him as if coming to life.
"Awoo!"
Ao Qing let out a howl as he felt his legs turn soft. Without caring about anything else, he turned and fled.
Just what kind of terrifying thing was hidden in that hall? It had nearly scared him into peeing himself just now. What on earth kind of place was this!
He panickedly ran in another direction, carefully stepping inside.
"Phew!"
He breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily there was nothing so terrifying here.
However, there were people!
And that mortal was also there.
Ao Qing's eyes instantly filled with hatred. He crouched down, preparing to charge over and tear this hateful mortal apart.
No, wait.
At the critical moment, Ao Qing stopped himself. Eating with that mortal was...
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.”
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
