Shadow Island.
In a bustling, modern-style wet market, people came and went in an endless stream.
If one were to ask whose business was the best in this market, it was naturally Pork Rong, who occupied the prime triangular stall.
Wielding his agile butcher knife, he weighed out two pounds of pork ribs for his customer, Li Sanniang.
As he handed them over, he didn't forget to stroke his sexy stubble with his other hand, taking the opportunity to cop a feel from Li Sanniang while shooting her a flirtatious wink.
You wicked man.
Li Sanniang scolded, though her voice was full of coquettish charm. She curled her lips, showing off the sexy red mole near her mouth, and said, Remember to come to my house tonight.
With that said, Li Sanniang swayed her thick, barrel-like waist and slowly walked away carrying her two pounds of ribs.
Pork Rong stared blankly at that perfect barrel waist, his mind wandering with lustful thoughts.
Right at this moment, he couldn't help but sneeze more than ten times in a row.
It seemed like ordinary sneezing, but it made Pork Rong's pupils shrink.
His gaze became profound at this moment, as if piercing through the clouds to look at the distant starry sky.
However, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
His resolute face and brow were now filled with seriousness. He raised his fingers, suddenly exuding an aura of unfathomable heavenly divination.
Then, he muttered solemnly.
Just who exactly is looking for me?
And yet I can't detect the slightest trace?
Is such a powerful figure a friend or a foe?
As he spoke, his expression grew even more solemn. He couldn't help but bite his fingertip to calculate once more.
But this calculation was still fruitless.
After a long time with no results, he simply picked up his butcher knife and resumed chopping the pork belly.
Who cares if they're friend or foe, and who cares which idiot is looking for me. It's not like they can actually cause trouble here on Shadow Island.
Minced pork belly flew across the cutting board.
Pork Rong had completely withdrawn his thoughts, acting as if the matter had never happened at all.
...
Somewhere on Cloud Planet.
Yi Feng arrived at a small tavern on the second floor. He leaned near the window drinking cheap wine. Looking at the scene full of mortal livelihood on the long street, a spontaneous sense of belonging washed over him.
He didn't know if it was truly because of this mortal atmosphere.
Or if it was because he had returned to Cloud Planet.
I really have no idea where to find this damn Realm Lord.
I can only do my best and leave the rest to fate.
Besides, that thing blocking the planet seems to have been completely chopped down by me. Even if I can't find this Realm Lord, it shouldn't be considered screwing people over, right?
After downing a pot of unfiltered wine, Yi Feng couldn't help but mutter.
To be honest, he had been feeling quite emotional lately.
When it came to his own strength, he still felt as if he were in a dream.
He even had a hard time believing it.
Where exactly did his strength come from?
Did he always have it, or was it secretly given to him later by that dog system?
If he had always possessed this strength, didn't that make his past self a complete idiot?
Moreover, what puzzled him the most was that his battles still lacked any special visual effects; he had only grasped a few minor tricks.
At this moment.
The miniature snail lying on the wine table caught his attention.
Only when rushing back to Cloud Planet just now did he truly witness this little guy's speed.
So this fellow had been pretending all along?
Right then, the snail cast its harmless gaze over at him.
Bulu bulu.
The sound instantly caused Yi Feng's anger to rise.
You little bastard, you're still pretending!
Fueled by anger, Yi Feng's palm descended like a swooping eagle, slamming directly down on the snail.
This slap.
Flattened the snail completely.
But the very next moment, it bounced right back up, its body restoring to its original shape. As if not wanting to pay Yi Feng any mind, it rolled its eyes at him, turned its head away, and laid down to sleep.
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.)
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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!"
