"Going down the mountain is temporarily not very likely, I still need to gather medicine," Yi Feng shook his head with a smile and said, "But I am very curious about what exactly happened?"
"Gather medicine?"
The woman looked at Yi Feng in surprise and said coldly, "Aren't you really afraid of death?"
"Alright..."
The woman straightened up and looked at Yi Feng seriously, "Let me make you understand how high the sky is and how thick the earth is in this world, so you don't continue to be deluded and lose your life."
"There are monsters in this world, you know?" the woman asked.
"I've heard of it."
Yi Feng nodded.
"In these Veiled Mountains, there are quite a few monsters, and the strongest few have reached the level of Demon Kings," the woman said leisurely.
"The realm of the Demon King is already a territory in the demon world. And this happened to the owner of our thousands of miles of territory, the Demon King Bogu."
"Although this Demon King Bogu evolved from a turtle, due to his long life, his cultivation is extremely profound."
"Um."
Yi Feng listened carefully. Although he didn't really understand the concept of a Demon King, it sounded very awesome!
"But it was such a leader of ten thousand monsters who was captured!"
The woman continued.
"Captured?"
Yi Feng asked in surprise.
"Yes!"
The woman nodded, her tone becoming more solemn, and continued, "It was a human, an extremely strong human..."
Speaking of this, her face showed awe, and her eyes showed yearning.
"This person's strength is overwhelming. He broke into Demon King Bogu's cave alone, not only taking away the treasures of this Demon King, but also capturing this Demon King alive, saying that he wanted to..."
"Wanted to do what?"
Yi Feng was also curious.
The woman couldn't help but say in a shocked tone, "He said he wanted to take this Demon King home and cook him into soup to drink!"
"Cook into soup to drink?"
Yi Feng widened his mouth in surprise and subconsciously looked at the old turtle hanging from the tree. He didn't expect that this master's hobby was quite similar to his!
"And it was because of this that caused the anger of all the monsters in the entire Veiled Mountains."
The woman said fearfully, "Under the joint efforts of several other Demon Kings, all the monsters in the entire Veiled Mountains issued a kill order against this human master. However, they didn't find this human, but my fellow disciples of the Divine Sword Sect suffered innocently!"
"However, this Demon King Bogu did all kinds of evil for many years. Although some of my fellow disciples in the Divine Sword Sect died, being able to get rid of this harm can be considered worth it!"
"So, if it was an ordinary time, you might survive if you're lucky, but now..."
The woman's voice paused.
She shook her head and looked at Yi Feng solemnly, "As long as you are discovered by the monsters, you simply have no way to survive, especially since you are just an ordinary human..."
"So you'd better go down the mountain as soon as possible!"
"Uh..."
This really put Yi Feng in a dilemma.
"Let's part ways." The woman stood up and said, "A few demon kings are tracking me. If you follow me, I'm afraid I won't have time to take care of you."
With that, the woman turned to leave, holding her long sword.
"Wait." Yi Feng shouted.
"Hmm?" The woman stopped and turned her head.
"You are still injured. Why not apply some herbal medicine?" Yi Feng said, "I still have herbs here."
"I appreciate your kindness, but..." The woman refused frankly, "Things from you ordinary people are useless to me."
After saying that, the woman's body flashed and disappeared into the woods.
After the woman left, Yi Feng was also worried there. But after careful consideration, this mountain didn't seem so scary. After all, he didn't encounter any danger in the past few days.
If anything was dangerous, it was when a wolf attacked him a few days ago. At least Yi Feng practiced some martial arts and easily killed it with a shovel.
Also, he still needed to find medicine for Zhong Qing.
If he couldn't find the medicine, although Zhong Qing's life was not in danger after previous treatments, there would be major sequelae. He didn't want his disciple to have any root of disease at such a young age.
In a flash, three days had passed.
In a forest, the swordswoman's face was solemn, with traces of blood at the corners of her mouth.
Just now, she had another battle, was injured by two demon kings, and of course this was not the most worrying thing. The most worrying thing was that the entire mountain range had been blocked by the monsters and there was no way out.
As she dragged her weary body and thought about how to escape, she couldn't help but think of the young man she met three days ago.
She couldn't help but smile bitterly.
She, with the strength of a Martial King, couldn't even escape, let alone that young man.
In the mountains where monsters were rampant today, I'm afraid he wouldn't survive a single night. After all, an ordinary human body, even if he encountered any minor demon, he probably couldn't escape.
And now in the entire mountain range, except for that mysterious master whose whereabouts were unknown, she was probably the only living person left.
Although regretful, she and that person were just passersby.
For such things, she was also powerless.
All that was left was a sigh of regret!
"Hmm?"
At this moment, she seemed to hear movement ahead. Her ghostly body flashed away. She suddenly widened her unbelievable eyes.
That green robe...
The familiar back view holding a turtle and carrying a small bamboo basket...
Isn't this the young man, who else could it be?
It seemed like...
He was still humming a tune?

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.”

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.”

s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.