After a few exchanged glances, the two had already settled on a strategy.
They did not give any immediate answer. Qing Huanxiang simply continued to probe.
"Star Master, you said earlier that you needed to eliminate the foreign anomaly. That cultivator hasn't been killed yet. If you leave with us, how will that matter be resolved?"
"If, in the future, this person affects the overall situation of Lan Star, you will have to bear the blame."
Nangong Yifang had already voiced his true thoughts, and hearing these words stirred his feelings even more deeply.
For tens of thousands of years, he appeared to be glorious and limitless, ruling over Lan Star from the position of Star Master. In reality, he was just a discarded pawn, guarding this dilapidated Lan Star with no hope in sight.
Having reached his level of cultivation, ordinary mortal stars no longer had the resources to allow for further advancement. Being a Star Master was utterly useless, bringing nothing but endless mundane affairs to deal with.
Today, he had to resolve sect disputes; tomorrow, he had to study territorial divisions among various races...
An endless stream of matters, forever piling up like a mountain before his eyes.
In such a situation, how could he have any energy left to pursue the Great Dao?
What was even more frustrating was that everything in the world followed predetermined patterns. Once he, as the Star Master, made a decision, even the smallest ripple could infinitely amplify, eventually sweeping across the entire Lan Star.
If he wasn't careful, certain decisions could become entangled in karma that drained his spirit, forcing him to expend even more energy to resolve them. If he didn't, it would affect his future state of mind.
Star Master?
It was nothing but a thankless, arduous task.
Thinking of this, Nangong let out a long sigh.
"Ah..."
"To be honest, I didn't truly intend to kill that person. It's just that he was truly arrogant, and I am about to attempt a breakthrough to the next realm. I must settle my karmic ties and eliminate all distracting thoughts, hence this forced move."
"As long as you two fellow Daoists are willing to take me along to seek this opportunity, none of that matters anymore! At worst, I'll settle this karma in the future."
He spoke with increasing openness, as if he had seen through everything completely. He no longer carried the airs of a Star Master from before, instead revealing a firm heart dedicated to seeking the Dao.
It seemed that for the sake of this opportunity, he was willing to cast everything else aside.
Gui Shoutian listened, his face showing astonishment.
"Hiss..."
"That's... quite carefree, isn't it?"
"You are the Star Master, a heavenly duty appointed by the Child Star. This isn't something you can decide on your own. Can you really just abandon your post?"
"If the overall situation of Lan Star changes in the future, you will bear all responsibility."
This question left the Star Master stunned, seemingly at a loss for how to respond for a moment.
Qing Huanxiang glanced at him, slowly stood up, and spoke.
"There is no fault in seeking opportunity. But you should first handle your own affairs. Once you are certain your Dao heart is firm and free of distracting thoughts, we can make further plans."
The two old men parted the void and left.
No matter how miserable the other party was, or how eager his mood, they could not arbitrarily bring an untrustworthy person into the Shadow Island.
The pavilion suddenly fell silent, leaving only Nangong Yifang sitting rigidly alone.
After pondering for a long time, his face a mix of conflict and regret, he gazed into the distance at the sky full of rosy clouds. His eyes revealed a longing and helplessness he had buried for many years.
Everyone says being a Star Master is wonderful, the supreme ruler governing Lan Star. Yet this position envied by the world had become shackles for him, casting a shadow over the Great Dao that seemed so close at hand.
What exactly should he do to cast off these detestable shackles and, by the way, resolve the karma stirred up by that foreign cultivator...
After gazing at the sea of clouds for a long time, a light suddenly shone in Nangong Yifang's eyes, as if he had come up with a brilliant plan.
He slapped the table, stood up energetically, parted the void, and sped away!
...
Half a day later.
Guided by the Sea Clan, Nangong Yifang finally arrived at the North Ming Deep Sea.
After searching for a long time through layers of palaces and halls, he finally saw Yi Feng, sitting blankly on a jade step!
When enemies meet, their eyes should blaze with fury.
Yet, Nangong wore an expression of excitement, strode forward, and made a respectful salute!
"Sir, it's been a long time!"
Watching the handsome, elegantly dressed middle-aged man approach with clasped fists, Yi Feng was utterly baffled. The voice sounded somewhat familiar, but the person before him seemed a stranger.
"You are...?"
Nangong Yifang was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Ah... hahaha."
"Sir, I am Star Master Nangong Yifang. We met once before at the Fallen God Hall!"
As soon as the words fell, starlight flickered in Yi Feng's eyes!
He slapped his thigh, immediately drew his greatsword, and stood up!
"So it's you!?"
"You're actually not dead? Fantastic! This is the strength a true powerhouse should have. As expected of the Star Master! Since you've come seeking vengeance, let's have a quick, fierce battle of five hundred rounds!"
Yi Feng was brimming with fighting spirit, pleasantly surprised.
Gripping his greatsword tightly, he felt his blood boiling with excitement. His previous disappointment was swept away, as if the hope of his life was right before his eyes!
However.
The other party showed no intention of fighting whatsoever. Instead, he took out a token and presented it with both hands.
"Sir, you misunderstand."
"I have not come here for a fight. I wish to cede the position of Star Master to you!"
???
Yi Feng's eyes widened, his face full of confusion!
"What the heck...?"
What's going on with this old guy?
During the previous battle, he was all boastful and mighty. I wrecked his lair, and now he shows up. It's already bizarre enough that he's not here for revenge, but he actually wants to give up his position?
What the hell kind of logic is this!
Before Yi Feng could figure out the situation,
Nangong Yifang stroked his beard with a smile, speaking with increasing satisfaction.
"For you to assume the role of Star Master is the will of the people!"
"With your strength, you are absolutely qualified to rule Lan Star. This is a well-deserved honor, and no one would dare object! Furthermore, the Fallen God Hall was destroyed because of you. Now, the Fallen God Lands are leaderless. You absolutely cannot just walk away. You ought to personally resolve this matter. This is karma."
Before Yi Feng could react,
Nangong Yifang had already stuffed the token into his hand while giving instructions.
"By both reason and circumstance, the position of Star Master belongs to none other than you!"
"This is the Star Master's Token. A drop of blood will bind it to you. Henceforth, with you leading Lan Star, it is sure to progress with each passing day, achieving boundless glory!"
"Our meeting concludes this karma!"
"From now on, you will ascend to great heights and enjoy myriad honors, while I will wander free as a wild crane, leisurely enjoying the world. Each finding our own joy, wouldn't that be wonderful!"
"Hahaha..."
As Nangong Yifang sped away out to sea, his carefree laughter spread across the North Ming.
Looking down at the azure sea, he had never felt so relaxed and content. The shackles of tens of thousands of years were finally cast off, and his heart was free of all attachments.
From now on, the sky was high, letting birds fly free; the sea was vast, letting fish leap at will!
Thinking of that tremendous opportunity, Nangong Yifang excitedly sent a message to his two old friends.
Continuously speeding into the distance, his eyes were full of exhilaration.
"Hahaha..."
"Finally rid of this Star Master mess, and even managed to settle this karma! This brilliant plan of killing two birds with one stone... I truly am a genius!"
His laughter echoed through the empty heavens and earth, his excitement overflowing!
In the deep-sea palace halls,
Yi Feng was completely dumbfounded, holding the token in utter disarray.
What the hell...
I'm busy trying to get myself killed everywhere, how did this disaster fall from the sky out of nowhere!?
Causing such a huge commotion, killing so many people from the Fallen God Palace, even tearing down the Fallen God Hall... shouldn't I have to die a thousand, eight hundred times for this to make sense?
How did I suddenly become the Star Master?
Dammit!
I've been searching for the Star Master for over a month, and in the end, it turns out to be me?!
【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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
