As the breathtaking figure strode forward, Luo Buqun felt his heart tremble.
Even though he had no interest in women, he was utterly awestruck at this moment. Whether it was her innate grace or her peerless beauty, Qing Yin Xianyun made him feel utterly unworthy—so much so that he didn’t even dare to compare himself to her.
In an instant, his eyes were filled with nothing but self-conscious unease.
An overwhelming pressure bore down on him, and he nearly dropped to his knees in reverence.
Suddenly!
A somewhat familiar voice rang out, commanding and urgent.
"Now! Take us there immediately!"
Startled by the voice, Luo Buqun stiffened and instinctively looked up in its direction.
Only then did he see.
Behind the Holy Maiden, the elderly man following her was none other than Feng Tianquan?!
In that moment, an absurd thought sprouted unbidden in his mind.
Could it be…
Could it be that even the Holy Maiden and these terrifying experts were coming to lend their aid?!
Hiss—!
Elder Feng actually had this much face?!
Luo Buqun’s eyes widened in shock!
His gaze was filled with nothing but disbelief!
He had thought Feng Tianquan’s agreement to help was already an unexpected boon, but now, he had even brought reinforcements—this was beyond anything Luo Buqun had dared hope for.
At this moment, the surroundings were filled with terrifying presences.
Even!
The Holy Maiden of the Moon God Pavilion had personally arrived, seemingly ready to intervene as well!
Luo Buqun was dumbfounded.
His heart was practically leaping out of his throat!
Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that Feng Tianquan could summon someone like the Holy Maiden Qing Yin Xianyun!
This was a legendary figure, someone he had never even dreamed of meeting!
Each successive surprise far exceeded his expectations, and Luo Buqun was nearly numb with excitement!
He couldn’t believe his eyes, even though he was witnessing it firsthand.
His respectful bow was shaky and unsteady.
"H-Holy Maiden… Elder Feng, this… this…"
His cowering demeanor was too much for Feng Tianquan to bear.
Mindful of the urgent matter of finding Senior Yi Feng, he didn’t want to waste time discussing it here. With a stern expression, he snapped,
"What are you stammering for?!"
"Hurry up and lead the way! Take us to him!"
The sharp rebuke made Luo Buqun flinch.
At the same time, it finally convinced him that this was real.
It was actually true…
These people, including the Holy Maiden of the Moon God Pavilion, were all here to assist?!
Holy shit!
Luo Buqun’s breathing grew rapid with excitement, an overwhelming surge of joy flooding his heart!
Gazing at the Holy Maiden and the overwhelming auras around him, and feeling the envious stares of the surrounding guests, he nearly shouted in exhilaration. The sudden rise from a nobody to someone of immense prestige sent waves of pride through his entire body.
Bowing deeply, he could barely contain his excitement.
"Y-Yes, at once!"
"Holy Maiden, Elder Feng, esteemed seniors, please follow this junior!"
Bent at the waist, he turned and eagerly led the way.
Flight was forbidden within the Moon God Pavilion, but this only served to stroke his vanity. The entire journey was accompanied by shocked and awed gazes, letting him bask in the limelight.
Only after passing through the mountain gates did the group take to the skies.
The terrifying auras of the group rippled through the air, their luminous trails like rainbows, drawing countless gasps of reverence from the ground below. Even other powerful figures watched with awe.
Leading the way, Luo Buqun stole glances downward from the corner of his eye.
After traveling just a few hundred miles, he was already feeling lightheaded with pride.
Only now did he finally understand why his late father had urged him to seek Feng Tianquan’s help in times of trouble.
So it turned out…
This seemingly unremarkable outer sect elder was actually a low-key senior with unimaginable influence!
Soon, they would return.
With an army of powerful allies—even the Holy Maiden herself!
With such a lineup, even an ordinary Heavenly Sect would be scared out of their wits!
Tsk tsk.
This "Uncle Feng" was truly something else!
Calling him "uncle" wasn’t just appropriate—it was an understatement!
Crushing a minor place like Song Manor and killing some measly Saint?
As easy as flipping a hand!
He could already imagine the aftermath. Once word spread, his prestige in the Dark Yin Sect would skyrocket. The elders would revere him, and countless disciples would flock to pay their respects!
This was going to be one hell of a show of face!
The more he thought about it, the more delighted he became. As he soared through the air, Luo Buqun couldn’t stop grinning, his mouth nearly splitting his face in half. He sped up even further!
Song Manor.
Night was about to fall, and the courtyard had been cleaned up. The faint scent of blood still lingered in the air, and the entire household was tense.
Watching Yi Feng stride across the courtyard, Song Decai anxiously urged,
"Young Master Yi!"
"The Dark Yin Sect still has powerful experts, especially their sect leader, Luo Buqun. Rumor has it his cultivation far surpasses even their elders! You must think carefully!"
Song Yuting also stepped forward, her eyes filled with worry.
"Young Master Yi, even though you’re a Saint, it’s hard to fight alone against many. If you rush to Falling Petal Valley now, the danger would be immense…"
Hearing this, Yi Feng turned with a calm smile.
Meeting the worried gazes of father and daughter, he reassured them in a steady voice.
"It’s fine."
"Their elders were only Saints. Their sect leader can’t be that much stronger. I may not be the most powerful, but I’m not afraid of a minor sect like this. I’ll definitely rid the people of this scourge—you don’t need to worry."
His composed words eased their nerves slightly.
After all, Yi Feng had already demonstrated his Saint-level strength and seemed confident about heading to Falling Petal Valley. Even if they were still uneasy, there was little they could do to help.
Exchanging a silent glance, the father and daughter could only offer their gratitude and warnings.
"Young Master Yi, please be extremely careful…"
Before they could finish—
Suddenly!
Streaks of light appeared on the horizon, their brilliance illuminating the dim evening sky, outshining even the faintly visible stars. Countless beams, like a meteor shower, streaked toward Song Manor.
An overwhelming pressure descended, blanketing the earth!
Such a terrifying phenomenon was rarely seen even by Saints. Song Decai’s face paled in shock, while the guards and servants behind him stiffened in fear.
In the blink of an eye, everyone was wide-eyed, huddling together as if facing an imminent catastrophe.
Even Yi Feng felt a sense of foreboding, his expression turning grave as he watched the dazzling lights in the sky.
Then—
A beam of light landed before them, and a fair-skinned middle-aged man stepped out.
Song Decai’s pupils shrank as he gasped in recognition.
"Luo Buqun?!"
"This… this is…?!"
Yi Feng frowned at the name.
He had heard of Luo Buqun, the leader of the Dark Yin Sect.
Now, seeing the man in person—complete with a few strands of beard—he was slightly surprised. But as more and more lights descended, their grand and imposing arrival suggested that the Dark Yin Sect’s power far exceeded his expectations.
It seemed… they really had some weight behind them.
Instantly, Yi Feng’s expression grew even more serious.
Yet neither his vigilance nor the tense expressions of the Song household earned even a glance from the newcomers.
Luo Buqun merely smirked sidelong, standing aside deferentially as if waiting.
That casual glance was filled with unmistakable disdain, as if everyone at Song Manor’s gates were mere ants—soon to be corpses, unworthy of his attention.
The contrast between his arrogant demeanor and his seemingly humble posture was stark.
As more beams of light landed, terrifying auras radiated outward. The hundred or so people at Song Manor’s entrance were frozen in shock, their breaths catching in their throats!
The power of the Great Dao swept over them like a gale, saturating the entire open space before the manor!
The crowd stood dumbstruck!
Awe filled their eyes!
Song Decai’s aged face trembled as he muttered in disbelief.
"Saints…!"
"Not just one!"
"All… all hundred of these auras are Saints!"
A few whispered words sent a pallor over every face in the crowd!
The servants and guards had already turned ashen, their legs trembling uncontrollably. No one had expected Luo Buqun to wield such overwhelming backing—summoning over a hundred Saints!
What terrifying influence was this!
The entire scene descended into panic as people instinctively scrambled back in disorder.
Noticing the chaos, Luo Buqun’s lips curled into a disdainful smirk.
Then, ripples shimmered in the air before him, and a figure clad in snow-white robes stepped forth, her aura so oppressive it sent a shudder through his heart. Yet, his eyes blazed with fervent devotion.
Bowing deeply, he mustered all his strength to shout—
“Hail the Holy Maiden!”
Behind him, the gathered powerhouses dimmed their brilliance in unison, paying homage.
“Hail the Holy Maiden!!!”
The thunderous cry left the Song family utterly dumbstruck.
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!"
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.”
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
【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.)
