Two days had passed in the blink of an eye.
Yi Feng had originally planned to share the dragon whiskers with Old Man Fu, since they lived in the same courtyard—sharing blessings, no matter how small, was only right. Besides, the taste was quite delightful.
But who would’ve thought the old man would become utterly obsessed?
For two whole days, he neither ate nor drank, solely focused on planting some mysterious peonies!
Left with no choice, Yi Feng had to enjoy the delicacy alone.
In the evening, he prepared a cold dish with the dragon whiskers, paired with a light stir-fry—two dishes from one ingredient, delightfully chewy and satisfying!
A couple of sips of wine to go with it, and life couldn’t be sweeter.
All that was missing was a couple more people to play a few rounds of Landlord!
Alas.
Good times never last—after just two meals, the dragon whiskers were gone…
Morning arrived.
As usual, Yi Feng rose early, brimming with energy.
He sat comfortably in the courtyard, sipping tea, watching the old man in the corner huffing and puffing as he shoveled dirt and tilled the land, utterly absorbed in his flower-planting. It was like watching the morning sports news—somehow, it filled him with vigor.
But after a while, the repetitive motions lost their charm, far less entertaining than the flashy techniques of stir-frying.
Yi Feng soon lost interest.
Leisurely, he headed out, as was his habit, to chat with the village elders at the entrance.
Over the past few days, he’d successfully infiltrated the village’s inner circle. A few words from the old folks, and he’d know every family’s secrets.
Not long after stepping out, just as Yi Feng was about to reach the village’s most prestigious gossip spot—the great willow tree—Wei Donghai approached, his face a mix of excitement and nervousness.
His little axe gleamed at his waist, and his wine gourd hung silently, seemingly filled to the brim.
“Yi—Yi Feng, good morning!”
Seeing the old man so worked up and fully geared, Yi Feng suddenly remembered.
Ah, today was the day they’d agreed to go on that expedition. Blame it on the wine—he’d nearly forgotten the promise he’d made!
Truly, liquor clouds the mind!
Snapping back to reality, Yi Feng smiled and responded.
“Brother Wei, you must’ve been waiting impatiently. Let’s head out right away!”
Even though the Ancient Corridor wasn’t particularly thrilling, Yi Feng was still enthusiastic. After all, he owed Wei Donghai—the old man had shared half the dragon whiskers with him. That kindness wasn’t something to forget.
Besides, he’d already agreed. Might as well treat it like a spring outing for the elderly!
Wei Donghai grew even happier, though he restrained himself as he bowed slightly in gratitude.
“Yi Feng, you flatter me. I’ve only just arrived.”
Then, with a hint of hesitation, he added with an awkward smile,
“I have an elder brother who’d like to join us. Yi Feng, would you mind…?”
Yi Feng nodded without a second thought.
“If he wants to come, let him. The more, the merrier. We’ll wait for him before setting off.”
Seeing the streaks of white at Wei Donghai’s temples, Yi Feng felt a pang of emotion—and envy.
Even saints meet their end one day.
Yet this old man still had a brother. To wander the world together after all these years, bound by brotherly love—now that was something to envy.
A trip like this would make for fine memories.
Too bad there were no cameras for a group photo.
At that thought, he couldn’t help but miss his disciples and old friends. Even that annoying, shameless Lu Benwei seemed oddly nostalgic now.
For a moment, Yi Feng stood silently, gazing into the distance with profound eyes.
Wei Donghai, observing that deep, contemplative look, grew even more awed. Truly, this senior was unfathomable!
Of course.
With Yi Feng’s status and cultivation, bringing one more person wouldn’t matter at all. This trip to the Ancient Corridor would surely be smooth sailing.
Even retrieving something from its depths would be child’s play for him.
The more Wei Donghai thought about it, the brighter his eyes shone with anticipation.
Suddenly—
Thud!
A deliberate cough, loud as thunder, jolted Wei Donghai out of his thoughts!
Whirling around in shock, his eyes widened.
Sure enough, it was his senior brother, Zui Wuya. Wei Donghai’s face tensed.
It wasn’t fear of his brother—he was terrified Zui Wuya’s rudeness might offend Yi Feng!
If Yi Feng took offense over such a trivial matter…
That would be a disaster!
Wei Donghai frantically blinked and gestured, trying to signal his brother.
But Zui Wuya, oblivious to the hints, only scowled harder when he noticed Yi Feng standing nearby. He immediately sent a stern voice transmission:
“What the hell are you doing?”
“We’re heading deep into the Ancient Corridor—why bring this kid along?”
“Even if you’re thinking of taking him as a disciple, now isn’t the time! This trip is perilous. Bringing him isn’t just useless for training—it’ll make us all vulnerable!”
“He’s nothing but dead weight!”
The scolding was relentless, leaving Wei Donghai speechless.
His senior brother hadn’t changed—still stern on the outside, soft on the inside.
Wei Donghai desperately wanted to explain, but he didn’t dare reveal Yi Feng’s true cultivation level. Even Fu Nantian didn’t know about it! He could only keep transmitting reassurances, eyes darting anxiously, on the verge of tears.
Watching the two old men, Yi Feng felt a pang of sentimentality.
This was clearly a pair of brothers who rarely met—one too proud to ask, the other stubbornly insistent.
Perhaps this was just how old brothers interacted.
The path of cultivation was lonely and endless. By this stage, most friends and family were long gone. Yet these two could still wander together…
Ah, what a thing to envy.
With a sigh, Yi Feng nodded understandingly and spoke up.
“Since he’s here, let’s all go together.”
Wei Donghai nearly wept with relief at those words. He quickly nodded, tore open a spatial rift, and respectfully gestured for Yi Feng to enter first before dragging Zui Wuya in after him.
In an instant, the three vanished into the starry void.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
