Wu Yonghong and the others did not know about all this at this moment. They were just happily preparing to return to the martial arts hall when they discovered that not far from the door, a disheveled, foul-smelling person was clinging to the corner of the wall, looking at them with a face full of longing.
It was Lu DaSheng.
Seeing the even more terrifying auras compared to before, his eyes were full of envy. Especially when he saw old ancestor Lu Qingshan had become unfathomable, his mood became even more chaotic.
Although they hadn't exchanged more than a few words, seeing him like this, they still felt pity for him. They just didn't know what he had done to upset the master.
Wu Yonghong sighed, patted him on the shoulder, then walked into the martial arts hall. "You still have hope!"
As Chu Kuangshi walked by, he also comforted him with a sentence. "Keep at it!"
Sun Zhuge also cheered him on.
When Lu Qingshan walked by, he shook his head and earnestly said, "I told you not to come, but you just wouldn't listen. Since the master hasn't said anything, you should just keep shoveling that manure!"
Seeing the high-spirited group, Lu DaSheng felt his nose go sour.
On a rainy day like this, it felt as if sand had gotten into his eyes.
Since Lu Qingshan and the others had been out for about an hour, the roasted eagle meat and wolf legs were ready by the time they returned.
Just in time, the rain had completely stopped as well.
Yi Feng then instructed them to set up the tables in the small courtyard behind the hall.
In the pot, the eagle meat was bubbling, along with stir-fried peppers, radish, and other side dishes, giving off an appetizing aroma.
Aside from the wolf legs, Yi Feng had also prepared two plates of roasted peanuts to go with the wine.
Seeing the table full of food, Wu Yonghong and the others' eyes lit up, rubbing their hands eagerly, but they didn't dare pick up their chopsticks without Yi Feng's word.
Seeing these reserved old men, Yi Feng smiled slightly. "We're all acquaintances here, no need to stand on ceremony in my place. If you continue to be so restrained, I won't welcome you here next time."
Hearing this, the few old men's bodies shook.
They all nodded like chickens pecking rice.
At the same time, their respect for Yi Feng grew. For a master of his level to not put on any airs before his juniors, and to be so amiable instead, if they could have even a tiny fraction of such a state of returning to simplicity, their achievements would surely surpass what they had presently!
"Come come, my best wine!"
When he had broken through earlier, old ancestor Lu Qingshan had emptied the stores of Qingshan Gate, bringing out bottles of fine wine to place on the table.
"Not bad."
Yi Feng looked very approving as he smiled, but he stared at the old men and said with a grin, "Drinking is drinking, but don't you old fellows try to pull any tricks on me!"
"We wouldn't dare."
They hurriedly shook their heads.
Even without Yi Feng's reminder, they didn't dare to pull anything, like forcing people to drink with their cultivation base.
Not only would it displease the master if they did that, in a drinking contest, who among those present could outdrink Yi Feng if they really used their cultivation base?
While the atmosphere was lively in the martial arts hall's courtyard, over twenty top experts from Red Sun Meridian were descending from the sky.
Their momentum could be described as torrential.
"Good heavens, look!"
"So many top experts."
"Wow, who are these people? Being able to fly through the air, they must at least be at the Martial Spirit realm!"
Their appearance caused countless commoners and cultivators on the ground to cry out in alarm.
However, they completely disregarded these ants on the ground, heading straight for the martial arts hall.
"Master Bifang, based on the tracking method City Lord used previously on Ao Qing, Ao Qing should not be in the martial arts hall now." Someone next to Ao Bifang reported.
"Just one Ao Qing is nothing." Ao Bifang said coldly. "He's been able to scurry about until now only thanks to this martial arts hall. So we'll deal with the hall first before cleaning up Ao Qing. It won't be too late."
"Yes!"
Hearing this, everyone solemnly nodded.
Soon, the small martial arts hall appeared before their eyes.
At the same time, from their vantage point in the air above the hall, they could see through the windows that there were quite a few people drinking inside, seemingly oblivious to their arrival.
But that wasn't the case.
Wu Yonghong and the others' gazes had already changed.
However, seeing Yi Feng smilingly eating and drinking as if nothing had happened, their piercing eyes quietly went back to normal, and the spiritual energy they had secretly gathered receded once more.
With the master here, what was there for them to worry about when it came to such small fry?
After all, those previous two Demon Venerables were lessons learned.
"Master, I toast you."
Thinking of this, they raised their wine cups and continued to toast Yi Feng spiritedly.
"They haven't even noticed this?"
Ao Bifang's gaze flickered.
But recalling the cautionary tales of Xuan Mo and Fu Dao, he still didn't underestimate the situation. Instead, he transmitted to everyone, "Take up the Heavenly Wolf Formation, ready yourselves, then attack simultaneously on my command. You must inflict lethal blows on those people in the martial arts hall."
"Yes!"
At the order, Red Sun Meridian's experts dispersed.
Their bodies were then shrouded in demonic energy as some arranged formations, some formed complex hand seals, and others prepared their innate attacks.
In that moment, all kinds of attacks coalesced.
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!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
