For a moment, all three of their hearts jumped to their throats.
However, the master ignored their words, leaving them feeling helpless.
However, what they didn't expect was that those formations seemed to have no effect on Yi Feng. Yi Feng just walked straight over without anything happening to him at all.
Such a scene left the three of them dumbfounded, their minds unable to comprehend what was happening until Yi Feng walked to less than half a zhang in front of them. Only then did they exchange glances with each other, took a deep breath, and revealed looks of shock.
It turned out that they had still underestimated the master.
The master's terror had already exceeded their comprehension, to the extent that he could even ignore ancient formations.
Tsk tsk.
"We pay our respects, master," the three respectfully greeted Yi Feng, extremely excited.
"No need to be so polite," Yi Feng laughed. He was already used to this in his life. By being an honest person, he had also gained a lot of respect from others, some calling him shifu, others calling him master or grandmaster.
"Master, we've been trapped here for a long time," the three said with tears brimming their eyes. "Thank you for coming to our rescue."
Trapped here for a long time?
Yi Feng knitted his brows and glanced at the muddy ground beneath their feet. Indeed there was a large puddle.
But this wasn't a marsh, just a puddle. How could they be trapped and unable to get out?
These three were really melodramatic!
But thinking that they were old men, it was understandable.
Oh well.
Since I've run into them, I'll give them a hand!
"Come on," Yi Feng said, reaching out his palm and whispering.
Seeing Yi Feng's actions, the three exchanged confused glances and said, "Master, you may not care about such dangerous terrain, but we've been trapped in it. Can we really just walk out like this?"
It seemed...
Wasn't this a bit too careless?
Shouldn't the master at least undo the great formation first?
But Yi Feng's eyebrows furrowed in displeasure. Did they really expect him to carry them out over a damn puddle?
These old geezers were truly melodramatic to the extreme!
Seeing Yi Feng's displeasure, the three immediately understood their doubts had displeased the master. Not daring to say anything more, they hurriedly grabbed Yi Feng's outstretched palm, prepared to head out albeit filled with disbelief.
However, unexpectedly, Wu Yonghong smoothly got pulled out without any obstacles or accidents occurring.
Afterwards, the second, third were also pulled out just the same, as if the formation had lost its effectiveness.
But clearly, they hadn't seen Yi Feng break the formation or make any other actions!
Sss!
In the three's eyes was incredulity. Their respect for Yi Feng grew even more convinced and admiring.
They realized they had looked down on Yi Feng once again.
Not only could he himself ignore formations, even those by his side could directly become immune.
Just what kind of cultivation was needed to accomplish this?
"Thank you for saving us, master."
The three respectfully expressed their gratitude.
"What's there to thank, it was just a damn puddle!" Yi Feng waved his hand unconcernedly.
A damn puddle?
The three smiled wryly. Only someone of the master's stature could refer to such a perilous place as just a damn puddle!
"Oh right, master, old Wu is...injured. Could you take a look..." Just then, Chu Kuangshi seemed to recall something and spoke hopefully to Yi Feng.
"Old Chu, stop, don't trouble the master anymore," Wu Yonghong hurriedly said. "What's more, a wound like mine is simply beyond saving. Troubling the master would be useless."
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Yi Feng became a bit interested and said, "Come, let me take a look at your injury."
"Master, I...this..."
Wu Yonghong really didn't want to trouble Yi Feng. What's more, with his dantian destroyed, even immortals would find it hard to cure.
"Just taking a look is fine," Yi Feng gently said.
"Alright..."
Wu Yonghong opened his mouth. Lifting his clothes, he revealed his lower abdomen.
There, was a bloody hole, his inner dantian long since shattered.
"It is indeed somewhat serious."
Yi Feng took a look.
Hearing this, Wu Yonghong's expression withered. As expected, not even the master could do anything about a destroyed dantian.
But just as he thought this, Yi Feng's voice sounded out again.
"Although it's somewhat serious, it's not hopeless. I'll make you some herbal medicine to apply on it later, then it'll be fine."
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.)
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
