The door finally opened slowly.
At the same time, the nerves of the two women were also tense to the extreme.
However, what appeared in front of the two women was a young man in a green robe, with a gentle smile on his face.
He carried a small bamboo basket on his back, held a sickle in his left hand, and on the middle finger of his right hand, he even hung a tortoise weighing several catties!
"Yi Feng?"
"How could it be you?"
The two women were almost in unison, looking at Yi Feng in disbelief, with huge waves in their hearts at the same time.
"Long time no see."
Yi Feng said lightly with a smile, greeting the two women, "I'm really sorry, I'm afraid I have to bother you again."
"It's not you, you, you..."
Mao Mao stared at Yi Feng as if seeing a ghost, "How did you find this place?"
"I came here last time, and then I just walked over." Yi Feng spread his hands and explained.
Hearing this, the women's eyelids jumped, and they glanced at each other.
Just walked over?
Do they really think the formations they set up here are just for show?
Mao Mao was still unwilling to give up and wanted to continue asking, but Bai Piaopiao gave her a subtle signal with her eyes, and then smiled at Yi Feng, "Mr. Yi, what are you talking about, we are all old friends, there is no bother."
"Thank you Miss Bai, Miss Mao, you two are really good people." Yi Feng said with a face full of gratitude.
"Mr. Yi is too polite. You must be very tired after such a long journey." Bai Piaopiao said softly, "Mao Mao, take Mr. Yi to the guest room last time and let him settle down."
"Thank you, young lady."
Yi Feng bowed slightly.
Bai Piaopiao smiled back, indeed, although Yi Feng was just an ordinary person, he was very different from ordinary mortals. No matter his temperament or manners, it made people feel very comfortable.
So she was not repulsive of Yi Feng's arrival.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and quickly shouted, "Oh yes, Mr. Yi, did you leave something last time?"
"Huh?"
Yi Feng scratched his head and thought hard but couldn't figure out why, so he had to say embarrassedly, "Uh, I really can't remember what I left, please tell me directly, young lady."
"Mr. Yi is really careless!"
Seeing Yi Feng's confused look, Bai Piaopiao couldn't help but smile behind her hand. At the same time, she picked up Dream of the Red Chamber from the qin and handed it over, "This book should be very important to Mr. Yi, right?"
"Oh, so it was this!"
Yi Feng suddenly realized. He thought it was something else. It turned out to be this broken book. Then he smiled and said, "This thing is nothing. If it gets lost, it gets lost. If the young lady likes it, I'll give it to you!"
Hearing this, Bai Piaopiao's face still had a smile, but her eyebrows wrinkled imperceptibly.
"How can Mr. Yi be so indifferent to this book?"
She raised her pretty face and asked softly.
"It's just a book, no need to cherish it so much." Yi Feng said indifferently with a laugh. After all, this book was written by him, and he still had a pile of unsold ones at home. He either used them to prop up his bed or wipe his butt.
"It seems I misunderstood."
Bai Piaopiao's eyes showed a hint of disappointment.
When she saw Yi Feng leave this book last time, she thought Yi Feng was also a book lover and a loyal fan of this book. But now it doesn't seem to be the case.
Otherwise, he would definitely treat this book as a treasure.
"Mr. Yi, please go and rest first!" Bai Piaopiao said softly.
"Then I'll take my leave first."
Yi Feng nodded and followed Mao Mao to the guest room.
After settling down, Mao Mao was about to leave, but she couldn't help but turn back and ask, "Did you really just walk in like this?"
"Miss, what are you talking about? I can't fly in, can I?" Yi Feng looked at her puzzledly.
Mao Mao scratched her big head, took another suspicious look at Yi Feng, then ran away quickly.
"Miss, I've settled him down." Mao Mao came back to report.
"Okay!"
Bai Piaopiao nodded, then murmured, "Could it be that there is something wrong with our formations?"
"That's what I think too." Mao Mao agreed, "Otherwise, with the formations activated, even the Martial Emperor can't find our whereabouts. It's really unbelievable that an ordinary person like him could find this place."
"In that case, go check it out quickly!" Bai Piaopiao ordered, "If it is really a problem with the formations, fix it as soon as possible."
"Yes, miss."
Mao Mao's body flashed away and fell towards the yard.
However, she had just gone out for a moment, and ran back in a panic, panting.
Seeing this, Bai Piaopiao frowned, and hurriedly went over to ask, "Mao Mao, what happened?"

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.”

ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!