The entire hall was filled with admiration and anticipation. The old men all thought the matter was settled.
Who would have thought, Yi Feng would then show a troubled expression.
"This matter of becoming a disciple... let's forget about it."
He had never intended to learn anyone's sword technique. Stumbling into the Demon-Suppressing Prison was just to seek death. No matter how incredible that sword art was, he couldn't just take advantage of others for nothing. Such a thing was unacceptable.
As his words fell, the several elders were stunned.
The Divine Sword was such an exquisite sword technique. Countless people in the outside world would fight tooth and nail for even a chance to glimpse it, yet here was this golden opportunity to receive its inheritance, and he was refusing?
How was this possible!
This completely unexpected turn of events shocked everyone, their eyes wide. They stood frozen for several breaths before snapping back to reality, hurriedly trying to persuade him with urgent and earnest words!
"This..."
"Young friend Yi, you must not jest!"
"Young friend, you must reconsider! The Divine Sword is a supreme sword technique dreamed of by countless people!"
Yi Feng had already made up his mind, utterly unwilling to take advantage of others.
Despite their continuous persuasion, he remained calm and firm in his response.
"Gentlemen, there's no need to say more. I truly have no desire to learn sword techniques."
Hearing this,
Everyone froze on the spot, the atmosphere turning somewhat awkward.
At this moment, the expectant smile on Old Guo's face faded a few degrees. A puzzled light flashed in his eyes, and he remained silent for a long while, seeming somewhat unable to step down from this predicament.
Fortunately,
Elder Tree was perceptive. He immediately leaned close to Yi Feng and spoke quietly.
"Young friend Yi, do you know Old Guo's identity?"
Not wanting to learn sword techniques, was he going to pressure someone with status now? He'd heard of forced sales, but never forced teaching...
Yi Feng shook his head in confusion.
Elder Tree continued, his expression growing even more solemn.
"Old Guo became famous across the land tens of thousands of years ago. He single-handedly resisted the demon race, his sword's light chilling the Nine Provinces. The Divine Sword is a truly well-deserved supreme sword art!"
"If Old Guo were in the outside world now, he would undoubtedly be revered as a faith by countless people. His achievements are such that even I, a member of the demon race, hold him in the utmost respect. There are many great powers in the world, but those like Old Guo, who act solely for righteousness and to nurture the younger generation, are exceedingly rare!"
His voice grew louder as he spoke, the others all looking at Old Guo with reverence.
Feeling the gathered gazes, Old Guo's expression seemed to improve slightly. Steadily leaning on his cane, he stood quietly, regaining his previous air of profound mystery.
Witnessing and hearing all this,
Yi Feng also grew somewhat curious.
"Exceedingly rare..."
"Forgive my poor judgment, but why does Old Guo deserve such reverence from you all?"
Elder Tree laughed upon hearing this, looking at Old Guo with admiring eyes!
"Young friend Yi, since you could enter the Demon-Suppressing Prison, surely you know of the Frostwind Island?"
"This Frostwind Island was founded by Old Guo himself in those years, training countless elite cultivators to resist the demon race, sheltering all living beings, and safeguarding the peace of the Primal Star for who knows how many ages. Since this Demon-Suppressing Prison remains unbroken, Frostwind Island must still stand proudly in the world!"
"Such merit, benefiting generations to come—is it any wonder we hold him in reverence?"
By the end, his words were almost ringing declarations!
Everyone looked at Old Guo, their eyes filled with admiration!
Yi Feng was also quite shocked and hurriedly turned to take a closer look.
This look,
Finally made him realize that Old Guo's facial features bore a striking resemblance to the giant statue back at the outer sect. Though much older, the spirit in his eyes and brows was unmistakably the same.
Holy...
So, he was that legendary figure!
Xu Qingyuan was his number one fanboy, always boasting wildly about him whenever they drank. If Xu Qingyuan knew this man was still alive and could witness his demeanor in person, he'd probably have his eyes pop out!
Seeing that Yi Feng was finally awestruck,
Old Guo wore a gentle smile, his eyes filled with the kindness of an elder.
Yet, the more Yi Feng looked, the more astonished he became. He couldn't help but ask,
"Old Guo..."
"You are the founder of Frostwind Island. How did you also get locked up in this Demon-Suppressing Prison? You're not joking, are you?"
Hearing this, Old Guo stroked his beard and chuckled softly.
Speaking again, his eyes revealed the vicissitudes of time.
"That matter... is a long story."
"In those years, for the sake of all living beings, I founded Frostwind Island to nurture the younger generation. Little did I know, I befriended the wrong person. A friend who appeared loyal and righteous was in truth a petty man seeking profit. I was harmed by this villain, defeated in the struggle for control of Frostwind Island, and due to a moment of carelessness, fell into this place."
"Bygones are bygones. No need to mention them."
His few light words caused sighs of regret all around.
Not only did the other old men feel indignant and unfair about such betrayal, even Yi Feng felt quite moved hearing it. Looking at Old Guo's current predicament, he was momentarily at a loss for words.
The good die young, while the wicked live a thousand years.
That saying really holds true!
Old Guo's righteous heart was clear for heaven and earth to see, yet in the end, all that remained was a statue. He himself was forgotten in this sunless Demon-Suppressing Prison, and even the Frostwind Island he founded had fallen into others' hands...
Anyone hearing this would find it hard to bear!
The atmosphere grew somewhat heavy, but Old Guo looked over with a broad, understanding smile.
"We who follow the path of cultivation understand that all things have cause and effect. Temporary glory or disgrace is not worth mentioning. One need only hold firm to their Dao-heart to eventually ascend to the Great Dao."
"Meeting you today, young friend, is also a fateful encounter."
"Since you are unwilling to become a disciple, this old man will not force you. The matter was indeed rather sudden. It's fine for you to ponder it for a few more days."
As these words were spoken, even Yi Feng was taken aback.
He hadn't expected this senior to be so magnanimous. His grace was truly rare in the world, worthy of being that legendary mighty figure!
The others, however, showed anxious looks in their eyes, filled with regret as they tried to persuade him.
"Old Guo?!"
"This!"
Facing their varied gazes, Old Guo merely smiled faintly and waved his hand.
"Gentlemen, let us speak no more of this."
"The inheritance of the Divine Sword is not a trifling matter. Forcing it would hardly lead to great success. Let young friend Yi consider it for a few days first."
"Taking a step back, if by chance young friend Yi can master the great sword technique and break open the Demon-Suppressing Prison in the future, this old man and all of you will see the light of day again and have to face our respective karmic debts and grudges..."
"After tens of thousands of years with our vitality diminished, returning to the outside world brings unpredictable fortune or calamity. We also need time to prepare accordingly."
Hearing this, everyone's eyes grew solemn.
After exchanging quiet glances for a few breaths, they all agreed, cupping their hands in respect.
"True. If we truly get to see the light of day again, we will likely face endless killing intent. We must prepare early!"
"Old Guo speaks wisely."
"Indeed. Old Guo's vision is far-reaching. We were too hasty. Let young friend Yi think it over for a few more days."
"We respectfully abide by Old Guo's words."
After their unanimous agreement, Old Guo nodded in satisfaction.
"Good. Let us set this matter aside for now. It is rare for us to gather together like this and encounter a talented youth like young friend Yi. Today, we shall converse freely."
Hearing this, everyone took their seats one after another.
Yi Feng, sitting alongside them, also looked on with admiration, feeling quite favorable towards this legendary figure. The phrase "of noble character and high prestige" fit this man perfectly.
After a few polite exchanges, the atmosphere remained slightly awkward.
Yi Feng had no choice but to change the subject, also taking the opportunity to gather information.
"I heard there are powerful demonic creatures in the Demon-Suppressing Prison. How come I only see you all and have never seen any trace of the demon race? Is that just a rumor?"
As his words fell, the several men looked up upon hearing him.
Elder Tree in particular fixed a serious gaze on him, his wrinkled face full of furrows!
"Young friend Yi, you must not be careless!"
"This Demon-Suppressing Prison may appear calm and peaceful on the surface, but treacherous undercurrents run deep. The further down you go, the more perilous it becomes. Not only do demons dwell within, but they are also immensely powerful!"
Hearing this, Yi Feng's spirits instantly soared.
"Is it truly that dangerous?!"
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.)
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.
