“It’s Senior Yi Feng!”
An excited voice rang out as Feng Tianquan abruptly straightened in his seat.
Gazing at the long-unseen face in the projection, his heart swelled with immense joy and exhilaration. Barely able to contain his emotions, he glanced to the side, where Hu Weifang was even more stirred, already standing up.
Their eyes met, the concealed delight in each other’s gaze unmistakable.
Without another thought for Luo Buqun before them, the two immediately began communicating via voice transmission.
“You also recognized Senior Yi Feng?”
“Elder Feng, there’s no mistaking it! We spent several days with him back then, and he showed us great kindness. How could I possibly be wrong?”
After repeated confirmation, their hearts surged with elation.
“The Holy Maiden once mentioned that the Pavilion Master, upon hearing of Senior Yi Feng’s near-Heavenly Tier cultivation, intended to recruit him as an inner elder. If we can bring him back, wouldn’t that be a monumental achievement?”
“Elder Feng speaks wisely! By inviting Senior Yi back, we can repay his past kindness, bolster our sect’s strength, and fulfill the Holy Maiden’s expectations—a triple victory!”
“Excellent. I shall report this to the Holy Maiden at once!”
In just a few words, the two had settled on their course of action.
For days, they had been weighed down by guilt over Qing Yinxianyun’s favor. Now, with Yi Feng’s whereabouts revealed, they saw a golden opportunity to repay her trust and distinguish themselves, their spirits instantly reinvigorated!
Luo Buqun’s accusations no longer merited a second thought.
The tale of murder and plunder was undoubtedly a lie.
With Senior Yi Feng’s cultivation and bearing, how could he possibly stoop to such acts?
As for treasures—Senior Yi Feng possessed terrifying pets like the colossal toad, whose mere memory still sent shivers down Feng Tianquan’s spine. What could Luo Buqun’s paltry sect possibly offer that would tempt such a figure?
The very notion of Yi Feng resorting to theft was laughable.
Would a towering elephant deign to snatch food from ants?
For Senior Yi Feng to lower himself to plunder and humiliate their sect?
They weren’t even worthy of his notice.
Seeing the projection, the two nearly laughed aloud at Luo Buqun’s venomous claims. It was like watching a clueless child boast with eyes shut tight, his words the crudest performance imaginable.
Though Feng Tianquan’s cultivation wasn’t exceptional, his millennium-long tenure as an outer elder had honed his discernment.
Without further questioning, he grasped most of the truth at a glance.
Most likely, Luo Buqun had offended Senior Yi Feng in his ignorance. Facing his sect’s impending doom, he’d rushed here to spin lies, hoping to exploit the Moon God Pavilion’s might to salvage the situation.
How audacious. The sheer gall of it!
Just as expected of the incompetent fool he remembered.
Only the need for Luo Buqun to lead them to Yi Feng kept Feng Tianquan from lashing out prematurely.
Rising calmly, he cast a glance downward.
“Wait here briefly. We’ll soon set out to find the man in this projection.”
With that, he exchanged a meaningful look with Hu Weifang.
Understanding instantly, Hu Weifang smoothly took over, smiling as he placated the shameless Luo Buqun.
“Sect Leader Luo, please enjoy some tea while you wait. We won’t be long.”
Hearing this, Luo Buqun blinked in astonishment.
“We?”
“Uncle Feng, are you… bringing more people? This…”
He’d never imagined his matter would warrant such attention from Feng Tianquan!
At best, he’d hoped for a token show of face—a few dispatched subordinates. Yet now, it seemed additional reinforcements were being summoned!
The overwhelming favor far exceeded his wildest expectations, leaving him momentarily dazed.
As he stood muttering in disbelief, Feng Tianquan had already hurried off.
Beside him, Hu Weifang pushed forward a cup of immortal tea with an amicable smile.
“Sect Leader Luo, please drink and rest awhile.”
The warmth…
The familiarity…
Luo Buqun grew even more flustered with gratitude, bowing repeatedly, his face creased with delight. It was as though misfortune had miraculously turned to fortune!
Amidst the cheerful exchange, his wrinkles nearly folded into bark.
While the two sipped tea and exchanged pleasantries, Feng Tianquan raced straight for the inner sect.
Already an elder and further elevated by the Holy Maiden’s favor, he passed unimpeded through the inner gates, soon arriving at Qing Yinxianyun’s palace.
Under the envious gazes of numerous petitioners, Feng Tianquan decisively requested an audience and was swiftly admitted—fueling further admiration.
Within the grand hall.
Qing Yinxianyun sat poised and serene, watching the elder’s approach.
His urgent summons had piqued her curiosity.
“Elder Feng, what matter brings you here?”
Clasping his fists, Feng Tianquan could no longer suppress his exhilaration.
“Holy Maiden!”
“Senior Yi Feng has arrived on Lan Star! This old man has fortuitously learned of his whereabouts and came at once to report!”
At the elder’s visible excitement and the deeply familiar name, Qing Yinxianyun’s memories flashed vividly.
Her journey to Cloud Star played back in her mind—the unassuming young man who’d seemed within arm’s reach, his terrifying cultivation and mysterious pet still unforgettable!
Lately preoccupied with sect affairs, she’d had no chance to return to Cloud Star. Yet now, this senior had come to them!
Recalling his past kindness, the anticipation of reunion lit her clear eyes with joy.
She rose eagerly.
“Senior Yi Feng?!”
“Splendid! With Senior Yi Feng’s presence, our Moon God Pavilion’s strength will soar. Master once wished to recruit him as an elder. I must inform her at once!”
“Elder Feng, accompany me to pay respects to Master immediately!”
Hearing this, Feng Tianquan bowed with reverence, his heart swelling.
“The Holy Maiden is wise!”
His purpose had been to deliver this news, and as expected, it had thrilled her. Beyond that, her directive to jointly seek an audience with the Pavilion Master hinted at recognition for his contribution.
Once Yi Feng joined as a Heavenly Tier elder, Feng Tianquan’s role as the key facilitator would elevate his standing. Coupled with his prior ties to the senior, fortune truly smiled upon him!
As these thoughts raced through his mind, he followed the Holy Maiden with fervor toward the Moon God Pavilion’s main hall.
Within moments.
The two paid their respects in sequence, Qing Yinxianyun delivering the electrifying report.
“Master!”
“Senior Yi Feng of Cloud Star has come to Lan Star! This disciple wishes to welcome him and repay his kindness. I seek your guidance!”
Upon the jade throne, the Moon God Pavilion Master’s eyes gleamed faintly.
“Senior Yi Feng?”
“The Heavenly Tier expert you mentioned? The mysterious master who aided in slaying demons on Cloud Star?”
Hearing her master’s evident recollection of her benefactor, Qing Yinxianyun brightened further, as though this acknowledgment surpassed personal praise.
“Precisely!”
“Senior Yi Feng showed this disciple great kindness, possesses extraordinary cultivation, and wields Heavenly Arms. I wish to personally escort him to our Moon God Pavilion!”
A Heavenly Tier expert bearing Heavenly Arms.
Even having heard of this before, the Moon God Pavilion Master felt a renewed sense of admiration. Especially with their recent ambitions to establish a domain-spanning celestial sect, such talents were invaluable.
After a brief contemplative stroke of his beard, the Pavilion Master declared resolutely:
“Gratitude must indeed be repaid!”
“However, this individual has shown our Moon God Pavilion kindness and wields formidable power. We must extend the utmost courtesy!”
“Yun’er, you shall lead our elite disciples and elders in person to receive him. Ensure every protocol is observed—we must secure this Heavenly Tier expert’s allegiance!”
The subtext was clear: this display would underscore the Moon God Pavilion’s sincerity in recruiting talent.
For the sect’s grand ambitions, no effort could be spared.
Yet these words genuinely spared no effort in saving face for both individuals and showed the utmost respect for Yi Feng. Qing Yin Xianyun and Feng Tianquan were visibly overjoyed.
They immediately bowed in gratitude and hastily took their leave.
Within mere moments, powerful auras surged out from the Moon God Pavilion, gathering elites from all directions. Among them were extraordinary inner disciples and even a few prestigious inner elders!
Hundreds assembled before the small courtyard, startling visiting guests into retreating in reverence. The surroundings fell into abrupt silence—not a single person dared to make a sound.
The wooden gate of the courtyard swung open.
Luo Buqun stared at the terrifying display before him, utterly dumbfounded.
Before he could even grasp the situation, the overwhelmingly formidable figures respectfully stepped aside, making way for an ethereal, breathtakingly beautiful figure whose mere presence filled onlookers with awe.
The powerful figures on either side bowed deeply, their voices brimming with reverence.
"Greetings, Holy Maiden!"
The chorus of voices echoed like crashing waves, leaving Luo Buqun frozen in shock.
As a minor sect leader of no renown, he had never encountered so many terrifying figures, let alone witnessed such a staggering scene. The legends of the "Holy Maiden" were the only whispers he'd ever heard.
Now, faced with reality, his mind went blank.
Holy hell!
They actually summoned the Holy Maiden?!
The legendary peerless prodigy, Qing Yin Xianyun—the Holy Maiden who had recently broken through to the Heavenly Rank?!
At the sound, Luo Buqun's legs gave way, nearly sending him to his knees!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
