“Stop it.”
Qingshan Patriarch strode forward in an instant and grabbed Zhu Yun’s palm.
He, Qingshan Patriarch, naturally knew what these martial arts manuals were. They contained boundless martial insights, nothing less than miraculous treasures!
Although Yi Feng had laid them out casually, that did not mean they could be handled recklessly. Even when such treasures were right before his eyes, Qingshan Patriarch dared not show the slightest hint of greed. But this ungrateful Zhu Yun went ahead to stir up trouble. Was he looking to die?
If they incurred the displeasure of that master, the consequences would be unimaginable.
“Who allowed you to touch other people’s belongings without permission?” Qingshan Patriarch scolded.
Zhu Yun’s face was filled with resentment. As the sect master of Qingshan Sect, what was the big deal about flipping through the belongings of a mere mortal? His uncle was clearly overreacting!
Seeing this, Yi Feng could not help but sigh.
This old Qingshan really had excellent character. He hurriedly smoothed things over, “They’re just some trifles. Feel free to take a look, it’s no trouble.”
Only then did Qingshan Patriarch breathe a sigh of relief, releasing Zhu Yun’s palm.
Zhu Yun casually flipped open one of the martial arts manuals.
The moment he opened it, the three big words “King Kong Fist”, exuding boundless martial intent, suddenly enlarged before Zhu Yun’s eyes. Then, transforming into a ferocious beast, they pounced at Zhu Yun.
"What?"
Zhu Yun was greatly shocked, his pupils nearly bursting out. He hurriedly circulated his cultivation to resist, but could not block even a bit. That mysterious fist, with overwhelming force, bombarded towards him as always.
"Pfft!"
Zhu Yun muffled a groan, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face ghastly pale.
"Huff Huff Huff."
Zhu Yun gasped loudly, his forehead already drenched in cold sweat. Filled with lingering fear, he looked towards Qingshan Patriarch.
Qingshan Patriarch's expression was also extremely solemn. He was not feeling well either.
When Zhu Yun had flipped open the martial arts manual just now, he had also glimpsed it. But this time, viewing the manual was not the same as before. The martial intent from the words "King Kong Fist" surged towards him like a towering wave. Fortunately, with his profound cultivation, he did not end up as miserable as Zhu Yun.
As for why this happened, it was likely due to the nature of their cultivation techniques.
His Qingshan Sect cultivated the gentle, feminine path. The Taiji Fist from before was perfectly aligned with them and brought benefits.
Whereas the King Kong Fist was an extremely firm, masculine fist technique, which happened to restrain them.
Of course, in Qingshan's opinion, it was clearly not a coincidence that Zhu Yun had randomly flipped to such a firm fist technique. Yi Feng must have deliberately taught Zhu Yun a small lesson for his lack of propriety!
However, Yi Feng did not notice the strange behavior of the uncle and nephew. Feeling a cool breeze blow by, he stood up and said, "It's getting chilly. Why don't you two come inside with me!"
After speaking, Yi Feng headed towards the room first.
"Uncle, this, what is going on?"
After Yi Feng left, Zhu Yun looked at Qingshan Patriarch in disbelief and asked.
"You, you...." Qingshan Patriarch pointed at Zhu Yun and scolded, "You're usually quite sensible. Why were you so blind this time? Do you know you just walked past death's door and nearly got me killed too?"
"Uncle, what exactly is happening?" Zhu Yun asked.
"You're still asking me what's going on? Can't you see it yourself?" Qingshan Patriarch berated, "Do you really think I've gone senile to treat an ordinary mortal so politely? Do you really think this young man before us is just some ordinary mortal?"
"What?"
Zhu Yun paled in fright, "But, he really doesn't have any cultivation at all!"
"Hmph!" Qingshan Patriarch let out an angry humph, "That you can't detect his cultivation does not mean the master has no abilities. It just shows your limited perspective. Let me tell you, even I cannot see through his cultivation. You just need to know, he is a master who has returned to original simplicity and is connected to the heavens. The martial arts manuals next to him are the best proof."
"As for the injuries you sustained just now, that was the master teaching you a lesson for your disrespect."
"You'd best bear this firmly in mind."
Qingshan Patriarch admonished word for word.
Recalling the terror from the martial arts manual, Zhu Yun sucked in a breath of cold air.
Not daring to question his uncle's words any further, Zhu Yun's heart was also filled with lingering fear. Thinking back, he really had brushed past death's door!
No wonder his uncle had treated him so politely.
He could only resent his own stupidity for not seeing it earlier.
"But Uncle, how could such a master connected to the heavens appear in a small city like Pingjiang?" Zhu Yun asked doubtfully again.
Hearing this, Qingshan Patriarch's expression also turned solemn. Staring into the distance, he slowly said, "I guess this master is just having some fun in the mortal realm and we happened to run into him by good fortune. But more likely, he is..."
Qingshan Patriarch trailed off meaningfully.
"More likely what?"
Zhu Yun held his breath, his complexion taut as he waited for him to continue.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
【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.)
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.”
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.
