After listening to the girl's explanation, Yi Feng's spirits lifted.
The embers of his previously ashen mood flickered back to life. His cultivation at the fifth rank of the Heavenly Tier was likely accurate—testing it against a sixth-rank expert might not be reliable, but if he could find a seventh or eighth-rank master, the results would be undeniable.
With this thought in mind, Yi Feng turned to Qing Yin Xianyun with a hopeful gaze.
"Miss Xianyun, do you know where I might encounter experts above the seventh rank?"
Qing Yin Xianyun was momentarily taken aback.
Seeing the anticipation in Yi Feng's eyes, she felt as though she were looking at a young man brimming with thirst for knowledge.
A wave of inexplicable emotion washed over her, leaving her sighing inwardly.
Yi Feng, despite his fifth-rank Heavenly Tier cultivation, had always kept a low profile, indifferent to worldly fame—proof of his extraordinary temperament.
Now, he was even inquiring about high-ranking experts, undoubtedly to further his own path of cultivation.
Such unwavering and pure dedication to the Dao was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
No wonder.
Even in the impoverished and isolated land of Yunxing, Yi Feng had reached heights most could only dream of.
Her eyes filled with admiration, Qing Yin Xianyun regarded her benefactor with even greater reverence.
Yet, when their gazes met, she found herself at a loss for words.
Experts above the seventh rank of the Heavenly Tier were figures she had only heard of in legends. The idea of actually encountering one was far beyond her knowledge and experience. Had it not been for Elder Xiong's recent guidance—bestowing upon her a profound cultivation technique that led to her rapid advancement—even reaching the first rank of the Heavenly Tier would have seemed an impossible dream.
Elder Xiong?
At the thought of this increasingly enigmatic elder, Qing Yin Xianyun's eyes brightened.
"Yi Feng," she began, "you've been with our Moon God Pavilion for several days now. Have you heard of Elder Xiong's exploits?"
Yi Feng paused in recollection before nodding in realization.
"Elder Xiong… Oh! The one with the powerful backer? The elder who granted you that opportunity?"
Qing Yin Xianyun smiled and nodded.
"Yes, that's the one."
"Elder Xiong was once an ordinary member of our Moon God Pavilion, with unremarkable cultivation. But after joining a certain mysterious faction, his strength skyrocketed in mere days. He even helped me break through my bottlenecks, casually bestowing extraordinary techniques."
"The faction behind him likely houses seventh-rank experts—perhaps even stronger!"
"A few days ago, Elder Xiong sent word that he would return to the Moon God Pavilion, bringing with him a tremendous opportunity. He even instructed my master to begin selecting those with profound cultivation—at least elders—for a chance to join that mysterious faction."
Yi Feng couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.
Even elder-level cultivation wasn't a guarantee—merely a "chance" to join?
The standards were absurdly high!
Hearing this, Yi Feng was genuinely shocked.
The power behind Elder Wei was clearly extraordinary. With such stringent requirements, there had to be true masters within.
Who knew? There might even be an eighth-rank Heavenly Tier expert among them!
His curiosity burned brighter.
"Are you serious about this?!"
Qing Yin Xianyun's cheeks flushed with excitement as she spoke.
"Absolutely!"
"Elder Xiong didn't elaborate, but we all understand—this opportunity is once in a lifetime. He must have gone to great lengths to secure it, so the strict selection criteria make sense."
"Yi Feng, though you've only recently joined, your cultivation is exceptional, and you've already earned the status of an elder through your contributions. If you're interested in joining that transcendent faction, I’ll personally recommend you when Elder Xiong arrives."
"With your strength, a spot is practically guaranteed!"
Her words struck a chord in Yi Feng's heart.
Just as he was growing intrigued by the prospect of investigating this mysterious faction, she offered him an opportunity—even promising to introduce him. Her thoughtfulness moved him deeply.
Such camaraderie was the mark of a true friend!
The more he listened, the brighter his eyes shone, his eagerness barely contained.
"Thank you, thank you! Any idea when Elder Xiong will return?"
Seeing Yi Feng's renewed vigor, Qing Yin Xianyun smiled warmly.
"You’re too kind, Yi Feng."
"Elder Xiong initially said he’d return within days, but it seems urgent matters delayed him. Still, he should be back within a month."
Within a month…
That wasn’t too long. If he could truly enter that faction, it would be far better than blindly searching for leads elsewhere.
With the prospect of an eighth-rank Heavenly Tier expert within reach, Yi Feng nodded eagerly.
"Good! Thank you again, Miss Xianyun!"
Their conversation continued, the atmosphere growing even more harmonious.
Occasionally, Yi Feng would glance at the sea of clouds and the starry sky, his eyes alight with anticipation.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
【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.)
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.”
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.
