"Could it be...?"
Li Renhao's voice trembled.
"Yes!"
Li Jiaxin nodded solemnly and said, "That's right, this turtle is none other than the Bugu Demon Emperor you spoke of!"
Having received confirmation, Li Renhao's entire body shuddered.
She suddenly staggered back two steps, struck by the information, unable to recover for a long time.
Back then, she had looked down on this turtle, and hadn't even glanced at it once. But who could have imagined that the turtle this young man was carrying around was actually the Bugu Demon Emperor!?
She gasped.
So it turned out.
He was the one who had brazenly trespassed into the Demon Emperor's lair alone and captured the Demon Emperor!
So it turned out.
The reason he was able to survive in these mountains wasn't because of good luck at all, but because the rampaging demonic beasts in these mountains posed absolutely no threat to him!
Now that she thought back on it, she realized she should have understood this long ago.
After all, when even she, a Martial King, had faced repeated brushes with death, how could an ordinary person rely solely on good luck to survive?
And the ever aloof and detached bearing he maintained was clearly not an act!
However, when she recalled the words she had exchanged with Yi Feng, Li Renhao's face couldn't help but flush red all the way down to her neck. She wished she could just find a hole and hide away.
Her words must have seemed quite laughable to Yi Feng!
Fortunately, her previous disrespectful words didn't seem to have provoked any ire from him. Otherwise...
Thinking back on it all, she was filled with both shame and fear!
"Greetings, sir."
Li Jiaxin and Xu Mo Zhu spoke with a trace of deference.
"It's you guys!"
Yi Feng smiled and shifted his gaze towards Li Renhao, chuckling, "I didn't expect you to be here too."
Hearing this, the usually frosty-faced Li Renhao instantly turned red.
Clearly, now that she was facing Yi Feng again, she no longer had her previous composure. On the contrary, she was filled with apprehension and deference. After hesitating for a long time, she finally nervously spoke, "Greetings, sir."
However, even as her heart was filled with apprehension, she still reflexively sized up Yi Feng.
Aloof and detached.
Extraordinary aura.
Especially since Yi Feng always had that faint smile about him, as if everything was within his calculations. Even when faced with monumental events, he would not frown.
How laughable that she hadn't noticed before. She had only felt that interacting with this ordinary man was quite comfortable.
As for this girl's way of addressing him, Yi Feng was not surprised at all.
Judging from their facial features, Li Jiaxin and Li Renhao resembled each other somewhat, and were probably related in some way. Since Li Jiaxin addressed him as "sir" out of respect for his musical talent, it was only natural that her junior would follow suit.
"See, I told you there was no danger in these mountains right?" Yi Feng said with a laugh, "Look, I'm completely fine!"
However, Yi Feng's words once again caused Li Renhao's face to flush red.
Yi Feng was clearly mocking the words she had said before. Of course, the blame lay solely with her own poor judgement, as she had failed to discern Yi Feng's true identity.
After exchanging some pleasantries, Yi Feng had assumed these three would be on their way. But unexpectedly, Li Jiaxin and Xu Mo Zhu kept striking up tangential conversations with him. Especially in front of him, they praised Li Renhao incessantly.
Saying how Li Renhao was exceptionally talented.
How she had tremendous comprehension ability.
How I, her master, am practically wasting her potential, and so on...
This made Yi Feng quite annoyed.
What business was it of theirs that his disciple was talented? Were they just showing off in front of him to be annoying?
Besides, after travelling all day, he was exhausted and really didn't want to chitchat with them anymore.
Stifling another yawn, Yi Feng could no longer endure it. He finally directly said, "It's already dark, don't you three plan on leaving yet?"
Xu Mo Zhu, who had been zealously praising Li Renhao right in front of Yi Feng, suddenly froze as his expression turned red. He forcibly swallowed back the words he had been about to say next.
Exchanging a glance with Li Jiaxin, disappointment filled both their eyes.
They had hoped he could bring some opportunity to Li Renhao, but it seemed he had no such intention. Instead, he had directly hinted for them to leave.
They certainly didn't dare to disregard his hint to leave, so they respectfully bid their farewells.
But their reluctant gazes as they left betrayed their unwillingness to part.
"If only this senior could bring some opportunity to Renhao, that would be wonderful!" Xu Mo Zhu sighed lightly as they sped down the mountain.
"Yes, what a pity!"
Li Jiaxin also lamented, feeling somewhat let down.
Such powerful figures were rarely seen, and the rare chance they had to build relations with one had not brought any opportunity for Li Renhao. It was truly disappointing!
"Auntie, Master, forget it..." Li Renhao flashed her eyes as she said in a complex tone, "I repeatedly spoke disrespectfully to that senior earlier, so it's already a great blessing that he doesn't hold it against me!"
Having said that, she lowered her head.
"Alright then!"
Li Jiaxin and Xu Mo Zhu sighed once more, and said no more, their expressions still filled with endless gloom.
But just then, as if recalling something, Li Renhao suddenly raised her head and said, "No, that senior has already brought me opportunity!"
"What?"
Hearing this, the two, whose expressions had been downcast, immediately shot her looks of burning anticipation.
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!"
【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.”
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.
