As he spoke, Gu Shenghong looked at Wei Donghai with eager anticipation.
For a seasoned Sword Saint like him, this sword held immense allure.
"Alright then."
After what felt like an eternity under Gu Shenghong's expectant gaze, Wei Donghai finally responded hesitantly.
Only then did he reluctantly hand over the longsword, cradling it with visible reluctance.
"Thank you."
Gu Shenghong bowed gratefully to Wei Donghai, his excited gaze fixed on the sword before him.
Though unadorned and plain in appearance, he could distinctly sense the surging Dao essence within it.
Deceptively modest, yet as a Sword Saint, he recognized the pride embedded in this blade.
Its former master must have been no ordinary figure!
Gu Shenghong mused to himself, his hand reaching toward the sword.
"Hum!"
The moment his fingers made contact, the sword emitted a faint, cicada-like hum in his ears, intensifying his excitement.
Such a peerless treasure was truly one of a kind.
His awe grew, his expression turning solemn as he yearned to grasp it firmly.
But in the blink of an eye—
Before his fingertips could even properly touch it, Wei Donghai snatched the sword back with lightning speed, clutching it protectively against his chest.
"That's enough," Wei Donghai declared.
"Wha—?!"
The abruptness of the retrieval left Gu Shenghong momentarily stunned, his face darkening as he glared at Wei Donghai.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, he pleaded, "Ahem... Brother Wei, I barely even touched it. Could you... let me feel it just once more?"
Under normal circumstances, one might have agreed.
Yet Wei Donghai promptly tucked the sword under his arm, shouting, "No!"
He held it as if it were some priceless relic, his miserly demeanor making it clear he feared someone might snatch it away.
Those two short words left the surrounding Saints rooted in disbelief.
The sword wasn’t just coveted by Gu Shenghong—the others nearby were equally entranced, each hoping for a chance to experience its power.
But this old man...
Was he putting on airs now?
This refusal wasn’t just directed at Gu Shenghong—it shut them all out.
At least Gu Shenghong had gotten a fleeting touch.
Still, their desire for the sword outweighed their frustration, so they plastered on ingratiating smiles, launching into a chorus of flattery aimed at Wei Donghai.
"Brother Wei, just let Elder Gu feel it one more time!"
"And once he's done, let us older brothers have a turn too!"
"Exactly, Brother Wei! You’ve always been so generous—surely you won’t be stingy now?"
Their hopeful gazes bore into Wei Donghai.
"Hmph. No."
Wei Donghai raised his chin haughtily, tightening his grip under his arm, his smugness practically reaching the heavens.
He knew these old foxes too well—if they got their hands on it, who knew if he’d ever see it again?
Faced with another rejection, the group swiftly abandoned their sweet talk, their tones shifting to reprimands.
"Brother Wei, this is hardly fair! We merely wish to examine the sword—why be so petty?"
"Indeed! After years of camaraderie, a simple look shouldn’t be too much to ask!"
"Just a glance does no harm. Are we not brothers who’ve faced life and death together? Do you truly think we’d covet your treasure?"
"If you distrust us, can you not at least trust Brother Luo?"
"Look how much we’ve always looked out for you! To act so stingy now—it wounds us deeply!"
They lectured him in unison, watching his reaction closely.
But Wei Donghai remained unmoved, tilting his head away with an air of defiance, refusing to even acknowledge them.
Seeing that harsh tactics failed, the Saints switched back to soft persuasion.
Even the typically stoic Gu Shenghong, swept up in the moment, awkwardly chimed in with a few clumsy compliments of his own.
After what felt like an eternity of relentless coaxing—
Wei Donghai, now thoroughly intoxicated by their flattery, finally began to relent.
Hesitantly, he muttered, "Fine... Just for a moment?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
【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.)
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.”
