Seeing that Man Man still had that dead, salted-fish look, acting like a dead snail that wasn't afraid of boiling water, Yi Feng knew that asking it was a waste of time.
Besides, it couldn't even speak; continuing to pester it would just be a waste of energy.
Glancing speechlessly at the little snail, Yi Feng ignored it.
Although he seemed not to care, in his heart, he was clearer than ever that the truth he knew was absolutely not as simple as his past impressions.
He was extraordinary now; not just anyone could withstand a slap from him. Yet, this damn snail was completely fine, and its speed was ridiculously fast...
This kind of existence was truly almost identical to what the system had introduced.
Involuntarily, Yi Feng thought of even more.
The various things gifted by the system, and the various existences around him...
And Lu Benwei, who had been there from the very beginning.
If he wasn't mistaken, this guy was highly likely playing dumb too!
To have the title of the strongest thug, he should have some real skills. At the very least, he absolutely wouldn't be so weak that he had no power to fight back in front of him.
This bastard had been deceiving him all along!
Thinking up to this point.
A sharp glint flashed in Yi Feng's eyes. His face darkened slightly as he downed the fine wine in his cup in one gulp.
Looking out into the distance from the tavern's windowsill, his vision became increasingly clear. The various prosperities of the bustling mortal world, the myriad states of sentient beings interwoven with joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, were all taken in at a glance.
His gaze stretched endlessly toward the horizon, and his thoughts drifted further and further away.
Meanwhile.
Trillions of miles away from the small city, several figures appeared at the peak of the icy glacier.
By the snowy cliff, a group of black-robed figures all knelt down, bowing respectfully toward a figure standing with his hands behind his back. The leader truthfully reported everything he knew, looking somewhat apprehensive.
Reporting to Your Excellency...
We have been investigating everywhere recently, searching through countless secret realms and ancient clans, but we still haven't been able to find any news about the Lord of the Cloud Star. However, the Cloud Star is definitely the realm star of this galaxy. This is the result of our painstaking investigation, absolutely without any falsehood. We are willing to swear upon our souls!
After the nervous words fell, the group waited quietly for a few breaths.
Despite the snow filling the sky, they couldn't hear any extraneous sounds in their ears at this moment. The pressure on their bodies and minds continued to rise as they waited with full concentration for the instructions of the Lord before them, their faces showing a fawning and respectful demeanor.
In just a few breaths, everyone was so nervous that they felt like they were treading on thin ice.
The figure with his back to them never looked back, only faintly uttering a soft question.
Oh?
You investigated for days, and this is the only information you got?
Even though it was a soft remark, it felt like a ten-thousand-foot ice plain crashing down, startling everyone into bowing their heads and lowering their eyes. The black figures all trembled in unison.
Please forgive us, Your Excellency!
It's not that we are incompetent, but the Lord of the Cloud Star is simply too cunning!
We searched almost all the hidden places on the Cloud Star, not sparing any ancient clans, yet we still haven't found a single trace of information. We don't know where he is hiding; even the human cultivators of the Cloud Star have no news of him!
The leading black figure eagerly defended himself, but was interrupted by successive questions.
The Cloud Star is the realm star. This is something I knew long ago. Do I need your so-called verification? Stating it now, are you trying to claim credit?
First, you failed in your investigation, and then you shamelessly make excuses.
Do you even deserve to be considered the elites of our race?
Whoosh!
Whoosh!!!
As the soft words fell, a terrifying aura surged forward one after another, like rolling ocean waves, each layer higher than the last. The snowstorm before them became more than a hundred times fiercer.
The bodies of the several black figures seemed to be slashed by swords, suddenly revealing numerous scars!
Many of them were already trembling all over, blood mist flying about.
Even so.
No one dared to have the slightest complaint. The dozens of black figures were all dominated by fear, hastily prostrating and begging for mercy, their voices trembling uncontrollably!
Please forgive us, Your Excellency!
We have failed in our duties, please show mercy, Your Excellency!
This subordinate is willing to make up for my mistakes with merits; even if it costs my life, I will find the whereabouts of the Lord of the Cloud Star!
...
Amidst a flurry of terrified kowtowing, drops of blood splattered into the ice and snow, unexpectedly turning into thick smoke. Even the thousand-year-old ice began to melt, as if the bloodlines of these people were like supreme treasures.
Finally.
The terrifying Excellency, gazing afar with his hands behind his back, gently waved his hand and responded with some impatience.
Enough.
Now is a time when personnel are needed, so I will give you one chance.
The black figures repeatedly bowed as if granted a great amnesty, filled with the pleasant surprise of luckily surviving.
But even though myriad complex emotions were revealed.
When the deep voice rang out again, no one dared to make a sound to disturb him!
That Lord of the Cloud Star hides very deeply and indeed has some tricks. With your meager abilities, continuing the investigation would likely be useless...
Since that is the case, you shall disguise yourselves as subordinates of the Lord of the Cloud Star, slaughtering and destroying everywhere. Take this opportunity to confuse the public. I refuse to believe that when the Lord of the Cloud Star's reputation is completely ruined, he can still continue to hide!
As soon as these words came out.
The group of black figures trembled in shock, and their extremely reverent voices echoed continuously!
This is truly a brilliant plan!
Your Excellency is wise!
【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.)
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.”
