"The Holy Maiden?!"
Though they had already suspected as much, the crowd could hardly believe their eyes and ears, their astonished gazes widening in shock.
Only Yi Feng, standing at the forefront of the crowd, froze momentarily.
After leading the respectful greetings, Luo Buqun's face brimmed with pride, basking in the glory of his perceived success, as if he had already leaped through the dragon's gate. He couldn't be bothered to spare another glance at the insignificant ants before him.
With a casual sweep of his eyes, he noticed Yi Feng's sudden daze.
Just as he had expected.
A mere Saint—how could such a person dare to resist in the face of such an overwhelming display?
It was only natural.
Not only had this pretty-faced fool been frightened witless, but even Luo Buqun himself hadn't anticipated being able to summon such a terrifying force. After today, the status of the Tianyin Sect would surely soar!
The more he thought about it, the more smug he became. Luo Buqun seized the opportunity to cement his reputation.
With a sweeping gesture, he turned a triumphant smile toward Yi Feng and the crowd.
"This esteemed lady is none other than the Holy Maiden of the Moon God Pavilion!"
"And the distinguished figures behind her are all senior experts of the Moon God Pavilion! You insignificant insects who dared to humiliate our Tianyin Sect—today, you will pay the price!"
The Moon God Pavilion?!
The name, renowned as the rising sun, struck like thunder, draining the color from the faces of the hundreds gathered in the Song residence!
Such a legendary and terrifying existence had actually sent envoys—even the Holy Maiden, a peerless genius of this era, stood before them now. Despair spread across every face.
Song Decai collapsed to the ground, his expression twisted in terror, as if all hope was lost.
"We're doomed..."
Within moments, he gritted his teeth and kowtowed, leading his people in a frantic plea for mercy.
"Spare us, Holy Maiden!"
"We are but humble villagers—we would never dare offend the Moon God Pavilion!!!"
Their eyes fell upon the ethereal figure in white, her beauty as flawless as jade, her aura transcendent and awe-inspiring. The sheer power radiating from her made even Saints pale in comparison.
Song Yuting, too, lost her usual composure, kneeling fearfully beside her father.
Seeing the hundreds of ants trembling in fear, everything was unfolding exactly as planned.
Luo Buqun's lips curled into a satisfied smirk, his heart swelling with delight. The only thing that irked him was Yi Feng, still standing there like a fool. His disdain and contempt deepened, and a vicious glint flashed in his eyes.
"Audacious! You insolent wretch, how dare you refuse to bow before the Holy Maiden?! Disrespecting her divine majesty and murdering our sect’s elder—you are guilty of a capital crime!"
His words were perfectly calculated, placing the Holy Maiden’s dignity above all else and subtly escalating the hatred to new heights. It was as if Yi Feng had already been sentenced to death.
"Today, you—"
But before he could finish, a bone-chilling coldness crept up his spine.
Before Luo Buqun could even turn around, a foot suddenly lashed out at him!
Thud!
With a dull impact, Luo Buqun was sent skidding several feet to the left!
His aged face scraped against the ground, peeling skin as he howled in pain. Struggling to rise, he clutched his face in horror—his already sparse beard seemed to have vanished entirely!
This beard was his most treasured possession! To have it ruined like this—this grudge was unforgivable!
Furious and bewildered, Luo Buqun whipped his head around—only to see Feng Tianquan retracting his foot.
Instantly, his face paled, his eyes darting in shock and disbelief.
Why…
Why would Uncle Feng kick him?!
Had he said something wrong?!
As he stood frozen in confusion, Qing Yin Xianyun glided forward with graceful steps, approaching the entrance of the Song residence. The Song family immediately erupted into terrified pleas, wails filling the air.
Seeing this, Luo Buqun finally snapped back to reality.
Ah—he must have spoken too much earlier, stealing the Holy Maiden’s thunder!
This kick…
This kick wasn’t just deserved—it was perfectly timed!
Hastily, he scrambled to his feet, suppressing his arrogance, not daring to show the slightest hint of anger. Instead, he watched eagerly, anticipating what would unfold next.
All eyes were now fixed on the scene before the residence.
The Holy Maiden continued forward, closing the distance to Yi Feng. The moment everyone had imagined was about to happen—the Song family wept in despair, while Luo Buqun’s eyes gleamed with malicious triumph.
Under the gaze of hundreds, the Holy Maiden stopped just a few steps away from Yi Feng.
Then, with a gentle voice and a graceful bow, she spoke.
"Yi Feng, it’s been a while."
Silence.
Deafening silence.
Luo Buqun, the trembling Song family, every last one of them—all stood frozen, as if struck by lightning.
Before anyone could react, Feng Tianquan and Hu Weifang stepped forward as well, bowing respectfully.
"Yi Feng, it’s good to see you again."
The words sent shockwaves through the crowd.
Luo Buqun’s eyes bulged, his face twisting in disbelief.
The Holy Maiden… and Uncle Feng… were actually exchanging pleasantries with this pretty-faced nobody?!
How was this possible?!
Weren’t they supposed to be here to avenge him?!
Judging by their demeanor…
Did they already know him?!
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Luo Buqun’s heart clenched in dread.
At that moment, Yi Feng smiled warmly, as if greeting old friends.
"Oh, it’s you guys!"
"It’s been so long. I came to Lanxing specifically to find you—didn’t expect to run into you here first. How have you all been?"
Qing Yin Xianyun’s face lit up with joy. With Yi Feng’s arrival, her invitation was as good as secured.
"Your presence is most welcome, Yi Feng."
"We’ve been well."
Feng Tianquan and Hu Weifang also responded eagerly, grateful for Yi Feng’s humble demeanor.
"Thanks to you, we’ve been doing splendidly!"
……
The casual banter spoke volumes of their deep connection.
To any onlooker, this was a heartfelt reunion between old friends, filled with genuine warmth.
The Song family stood petrified, barely daring to breathe. Sensing the relaxed atmosphere, Song Decai and his daughter finally mustered the courage to peek upward.
What they saw left them gasping—the four of them were chatting and laughing like old comrades!
Gasp—!
The servants behind them nearly choked on their own breath.
Good heavens!
Yi Feng actually knew the Holy Maiden of the Moon God Pavilion?!
What…
What kind of terrifying connections did he have?! What was his true identity?!
As the group continued their lighthearted exchange, the hundreds gathered at the Song residence stood dumbfounded, their minds utterly blown. Wide-eyed and slack-jawed, they could hardly process what they were witnessing.
Off to the side, Luo Buqun rubbed his eyes furiously, as if trying to wipe away an illusion.
But no matter how hard he rubbed, the scene before him remained unchanged—the Holy Maiden smiling warmly, Feng Tianquan bowing respectfully…
This was beyond anything he could have imagined. The more he watched, the more his stomach twisted in dread.
This pretty-faced fool… actually knew the Holy Maiden?!
The undeniable truth stared him in the face, leaving his mind in chaos.
Something wasn’t right…
Where had things gone wrong? This wasn’t how it was supposed to play out.
It was as if there had been some colossal misunderstanding.
Had the Holy Maiden come here… not because of Uncle Feng’s influence?
This should have been his golden opportunity to climb the social ladder, to secure an unimaginable connection. Yet, his mortal enemy had already forged such ties—and treated it as nothing out of the ordinary.
Could this really be happening…?
Had he overestimated himself?
A storm of doubts and fears raged in Luo Buqun’s heart, making him question everything.
But no matter how much he refused to believe it, the truth was undeniable.
The more he watched, the more his panic grew. A sense of impending doom settled over him.
Instinctively, he took a step back—only for his legs to give way beneath him.
Coincidentally, he collapsed right into the freshly dug earthen pit!
"Thud!"
The faint sound, amplified by the silence at the estate's entrance, rang out sharply.
All eyes turned toward the source, revealing the panicked Luo Buqun under their scrutiny.
Yi Feng also noticed the head eunuch.
Frowning slightly, he turned to Qing Yin Xianyun with a puzzled question.
"What’s this man’s connection to your Moon God Pavilion?"
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
