Yi Feng's calm demeanor stemmed from his vast experience—he had grown accustomed to such situations. Before taking action, he had already anticipated every possible outcome, harboring little hope to begin with, so disappointment was out of the question.
At least he had done a good deed and gained some experience. It wasn’t a wasted effort.
Besides, he wasn’t killing indiscriminately.
Even after hearing only a rough account of the situation, he had come prepared before making his move!
Since there was a mine and the ability to enslave so many cultivators, this so-called Black Dragon Divine Guard must be formidable. Stirring up trouble here would undoubtedly attract a major boss!
Surely, the factions of the Godfall Land couldn’t all be weaklings, right?
From the very beginning, this battle had been part of Yi Feng’s plan.
He had everything under control!
As Yi Feng landed gracefully, his expression remained unreadable.
The surrounding cultivators were even more awestruck, deeply impressed by the composed demeanor of this senior. They clasped their fists in gratitude, their eyes brimming with reverence.
Tsk tsk.
Now this was what they called "a true master who hides their prowess"!
Only now did everyone realize why Yi Feng had acted so unconventionally before—why he had dared to defy the ancient laws of the Guzhou Sect and even crossed the vast sea.
In the face of absolute strength, all so-called rules and dangers were nothing but fleeting clouds!
Even Lin Ruochen and the others, who came from notable backgrounds, bowed with admiration.
"Senior’s righteousness puts us to shame..."
Yi Feng humbly returned the gesture, tactfully dismissing the crowd.
"There’s no need for formalities."
"Now that no one is guarding you, if you can leave, do so as soon as possible."
After all, he had just wrecked their operation. It was only a matter of time before reinforcements arrived. Yi Feng had no reservations—he was ready for whatever came, life or death, but he refused to drag others into it.
Yet as soon as his advice left his lips, the disheveled cultivators exchanged uneasy glances.
"This..."
"Senior! The captain is dead, and our cultivation seals have been lifted. Even if we’re not strong, we can still lend a hand!"
"Exactly! Senior risked himself to help us—how can we just flee for our own lives?"
"We’re all outsiders here. We should stand together!"
"Right! With so many of us and Senior leading the charge, now that we’ve started, we might as well go all out!"
Voices rose in fervor, their blood boiling from the recent battle.
In the blink of an eye, Yi Feng found himself surrounded by a sea of people, feeling somewhat like the leader of a beggar sect.
He was at a loss for words.
These people meant well, but why were they so stubborn? He was here to seek death, yet they insisted on joining him. Were all cultivators this chivalrous?
Why couldn’t he ever talk them out of it?!
Come on.
You’ve all been cultivating for thousands, if not tens of thousands of years. Can’t we be a little more rational?
Seeing their fighting spirit ignite, Yi Feng could only pull a stern face and urge caution.
"Everyone!"
"To be frank, a fierce battle lies ahead. Even I may not prevail. Staying here is extremely dangerous—the elite Black Dragon Divine Guard might arrive, and survival would be a miracle!"
"Your loyalty moves me, but you must leave now. We’ll meet again!"
Instead of dissuading them, his words only fueled their determination.
Several old men rolled up their sleeves on the spot!
"Senior Yi Feng, you underestimate us! We’ve endured enough humiliation. Now that our cultivation is restored, we won’t back down—even if we die, we’ll fight alongside you!"
"True! We didn’t come to the Godfall Land to live like cowards. Let’s make our stand!"
"Win or lose, we’ll fight with everything we’ve got—let’s take down those so-called elites!"
"Fear no battle—that’s our way!"
Even Lin Ruochen stepped forward, gritting his teeth as he bowed.
"Senior, we all wish to stand with you. This matter is settled! We’ve suffered enough disgrace—many of us have had our Dao hearts shaken. If we cower now, our cultivation will never reach greater heights."
Watching the crowd’s fiery resolve, Yi Feng could only sigh helplessly.
"Fine… if that’s how it is."
He was here to gamble with his life, and so were they. Since they understood the risks and had made their choice, he couldn’t force them otherwise.
As he lifted his gaze in resignation, Yi Feng noticed the Black Dragon Divine Guard members still frozen mid-air.
Blinking in confusion, he called out,
"Hey, why haven’t you run away yet?"
His tone was even more casual than the late captain’s, yet it carried an overwhelming confidence that sent shivers down everyone’s spines.
Hiss—
The hundred-odd Black Dragon Divine Guard members gasped in unison.
A madman!
This guy was truly a madman!
To kill their captain with a single sword strike and then ask such a taunting question—his strength and methods were undoubtedly terrifying. In his eyes, they were less than ants!
How the tables had turned. Now, they were the ants.
Run?
What a mocking question!
They weren’t fools!
If they could run, would they still be here?
Trembling with fear, the Black Dragon Divine Guard suppressed their resentment and immediately dropped to the ground, kowtowing in surrender.
"Senior, spare us! We submit to your judgment!"
Yi Feng was taken aback.
Seeing hundreds of people prostrating so sincerely—some genuinely terrified, others seemingly repentant—left him at a loss. How was he supposed to "judge" them?
Kill them all?
They weren’t demons, and they had already admitted their wrongs. He wasn’t some executioner—he couldn’t just slaughter them indiscriminately.
After some thought, he turned to the cultivators.
"Everyone, I’ll leave their fate in your hands."
The cultivators clasped their fists, and suggestions poured in.
"Senior Yi Feng, some of them have blood on their hands—they must pay with their lives!"
"Senior, I propose they experience mining for themselves—let them taste the humiliation we endured!"
"A brilliant idea!"
Yi Feng nodded in approval.
"Fair enough!"
"Those with blood debts will answer for it. The rest will mine in your place. We’ll wait here for their reinforcements and prepare for battle!"
As Yi Feng’s words rang out, the cultivators bowed in unison, and the Black Dragon Divine Guard obediently complied.
Before long, the mine was bustling with activity again—only now, the roles were reversed.
The Black Dragon Divine Guard members had their cultivation sealed, toiling like common laborers, sweating and panting as they hauled ore, not daring to slack off even slightly.
What else could they do? Their opponents had gained a powerful backer. They had to accept reality—survival came before pride.
Dignity? Worthless compared to staying alive.
The cultivators stood guard, reveling in the sight of their former oppressors mining.
Whenever a Black Dragon Divine Guard member showed signs of slacking, a single glance sent them scrambling back to work, digging with desperate fervor, each trying to outdo the other.
Behind them, the cultivators had set up a pavilion where the "madman" Yi Feng sipped tea leisurely. His fearless demeanor sent chills down the spines of the Black Dragon Divine Guard.
To them, his relaxed posture was a thousand times more terrifying than their late captain’s tyranny.
Soon, the mining efficiency soared—the Black Dragon Divine Guard had become human excavators!
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.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.”
【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.)
