"What?" Yi Feng's words suddenly made Wu Yonghong, who had a withered complexion, stare with wide eyes, looking at Yi Feng expectantly with his whole face.
"Sir, you, do you mean my injury can still be cured?"
Wu Yonghong's trembling voice came out, and his whole body shook uncontrollably with excitement.
"Of course it can. Although it's quite severe, it hasn't reached the point where it can't be cured. Don't worry, it's no big deal," Yi Feng said softly.
Yi Feng's words shocked the three people present at that moment.
They had never heard of anyone being able to repair a shattered dantian. Even in the Immortal Jiang Continent, there was a good saying that it's easier to revive the dead than to repair a shattered dantian.
However, in this person's words, it was no big deal?
For a while, the three people admired Yi Feng with their entire beings, especially his aloof and detached manner, which made them awe him even more from the bottom of their hearts.
As he spoke, Yi Feng took off the bamboo basket on his back and took out a few herbs.
Then he kneaded the herbs together and slapped them on Wu Yonghong's abdomen, covering his injury.
"Alright, hold it with your hands!"
After finishing it casually, Yi Feng continued to put on the bamboo basket.
This...
Would it work?
Wu Yonghong stared blankly as he covered his stomach, feeling a little doubtful in his heart. It wasn't that he didn't believe in Yi Feng, but could these incomprehensible herbs really heal his shattered dantian with a slap?
But the next moment, his eyes widened in shock as his whole body shook violently.
The herbs were now emitting a warm heat, and this warmth turned into a pure force, condensing towards his shattered dantian. In less than a moment, his shattered dantian already showed signs of repairing.
Seeing Wu Yonghong's appearance, Chu Kuangshi and Sun Zhuge beside him also showed surprise. To make Wu Yonghong reveal such an appearance, it was obvious that the medicine had taken effect.
"It's really repairing?"
The two asked in unison.
Wu Yonghong nodded solemnly.
"Hiss!"
The two looked at each other and couldn’t help sucking in a breath of cold air. They looked at Yi Feng with awe.
Such means...
Unprecedented!
"Boom!"
At this moment, Wu Yonghong, agitated, directly knelt on the ground. His voice trembling, he said solemnly, "Sir's kindness, Wu Yonghong will never forget even when toothless."
"It's just a small matter, nothing serious at all, why be so polite."
Seeing Wu Yonghong kneeling on the ground, Yi Feng shook his head. This old man was probably agitated because he thought he was going to die.
But Wu Yonghong refused to get up. For a martial cultivator to be crippled of his dantian was even more unbearable than death. Yi Feng's actions were even more important than saving his life in his eyes.
"Sir, last time you sold me the God Rake at a low price, and this time you have shown me such great kindness. I, Wu Yonghong, have no way to repay you. Please take me as your servant!" Wu Yonghong said tremblingly, knocking his head on the ground.
"You are too polite."
Yi Feng wanted to pull Wu Yonghong up, but as soon as he pulled him up, he knelt down again. This made Yi Feng quite emotional.
The people of this different world, their sense of gratitude was still pretty good.
It was just a rake and some herbs, yet he was so grateful.
Seeing Wu Yonghong kneeling on the ground refusing to get up, Yi Feng sighed and said, "Then let's do it this way. From now on you can help me out, there is a piece of wasteland behind my martial arts hall that I plan to reclaim and grow some crops on casually."
"Thank you, thank you Sir. I am willing to die for you."
Wu Yonghong's eyes brimmed with hot tears, and only then did he excitedly get up.
While Chu Kuangshi was happy for Wu Yonghong, he was also full of envy. Being able to follow the Sir, the benefits Wu Yonghong could gain in the future would be endless!
"Alright, I'm going to continue into the mountains. You guys go back to Pingjiang City first!" After the courtesy, Yi Feng said softly and continued into the depths with the little bamboo basket on his back.
"Sir, why don't we follow you into the mountains?" Wu Yonghong hurriedly said, "That way, we can carry things for you and the like on the road."
"Yeah, yeah!"
Chu Kuangshi and Sun Zhuge also looked hopefully at Yi Feng.
But Yi Feng frowned.
These three old guys couldn't even climb up a broken water ditch. And they wanted to follow him into the mountains?
Wouldn't they just be causing trouble for him?
To avoid their harassment, Yi Feng directly said bluntly, "Forget it, you guys just go back. Following me, you would only be a burden!"
Hearing this, the three's faces flushed red.
Although Wu Yonghong's cultivation was temporarily crippled, Chu Kuangshi and Sun Zhuge were bona fide Wu Zong masters. Yet in front of this person they were regarded as burdens.
If it was someone else who said this, the three would have surely slapped them already. But in front of this person, apart from embarrassment, they felt completely ashamed.
Because in front of this person, their Wu Zong level really counted for nothing. They were indeed burdens.
Yi Feng ignored them again and slowly walked away with the bamboo basket on his back.
Watching his departing back, the three were momentarily lost in thought.
Transcendent, unfettered...
As if the winds and rains of this world could not enter his eyes!
【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.)
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
