The pressure emanating from the four Martial Venerables caused the two people to tremble and cry out in terror, their hearts pounding as if about to leap from their chests.
"Seniors, please calm down, we won't run away, rest assured, rest assured!" Guan Yunpeng hurriedly put on an ingratiating smile, quickly reassuring the four, terrified they would unleash their fury upon them.
And so, drenched in cold sweat, Zhong Qing had already walked back to the martial arts school as the two cowered before the glowering Martial Venerables.
"Master!"
"What is it?" Yi Feng asked.
"It's that Guan Yunpeng from yesterday. He got into another fight near our martial arts school. Not only that, he broke two of our roof tiles!"
"What?!"
Yi Feng's brows furrowed slightly.
He had thought Guan Yunpeng wasn't a bad sort, but it turned out he was a troublemaker, fighting repeatedly outside his martial arts school.
Instantly, Yi Feng's dislike for Guan Yunpeng grew.
"Go, my disciple, drive them away as far as possible. And," Yi Feng said through gritted teeth, "tell them to compensate for my broken tiles. Don't show them any face."
"Yes, I understand, Master."
Zhong Qing's face darkened as he walked back outside.
Clearly, the Master was angry now.
Seeing Zhong Qing approach with a cold expression, Guan Yunpeng and Han Tianque's hearts skipped a beat. They immediately realized big trouble was afoot.
"My master is very upset about this matter," said Zhong Qing in a somber little face.
Hearing this, the two men's hearts sank.
"Also, Master said you must compensate for the broken tiles," Zhong Qing added.
"How should we compensate?"
Guan Yunpeng wiped his sweat and hurriedly asked.
"You tell me how you'll compensate," Zhong Qing shot back.
Guan Yunpeng was instantly at a loss.
Looking at the two broken tiles, just in terms of value, they were merely two coins for ordinary people.
But today's matter was clearly not as simple as just two tiles!
Thinking of this, Guan Yunpeng gritted his teeth and respectfully offered up the longsword in his hand.
After all, for a swordsman like him, the most precious thing was probably the sword in his hand.
Seeing this, Han Tianque also miserable offered up the longsword in his hand.
"What would I do with these crappy swords?" Zhong Qing disdainfully said, "We have piles of them just like these in our backyard!"
Uh...
Hearing this, the two men were instantly at a loss again.
That's right.
Wu Yonghong and the others were all at the saint level. How could swords like these catch their eyes?
What to do?
They didn't currently have anything more valuable than these swords on them.
Seeing Zhong Qing's increasingly impatient expression, Guan Yunpeng hurriedly said, "Don't get angry. Give us a month and we will definitely compensate."
"That's right, give us a month and we'll definitely pay you back." Han Tianque immediately chimed in.
"A month?"
Zhong Qing's brows furrowed.
For just two tiles, they needed a whole month?
These two looked decently dressed, yet they were this poor?
Seeing Zhong Qing remain silent, the two men shivered and fidgeted, not knowing what to do with their hands and feet.
"Fine, I'll give you a chance this one time. But if you're lying, don't ever let me see you again," Zhong Qing finally said viciously after some hesitation.
"We wouldn't dare, we wouldn't dare!"
The two hurriedly agreed.
"Leave, leave, leave!"
Zhong Qing impatiently waved his hand.
Seeing this, Guan Yunpeng and Han Tianque revealed relieved expressions. They immediately left.
After getting far away from the martial arts school, the two finally let out big sighs of relief.
"Lucky nothing happened," said Han Tianque, still fearful.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Guan Yunpeng shot him a hateful look.
"Nothing happened, huh?"
"You can say that so lightly. I finally got in good with that guy, but you ruined it with one sword strike, and now we're in debt. And you say nothing happened?"
"I didn't mean it on purpose," Han Tianque said as cold sweat streamed down his face. He hurriedly waved his hands placatingly, "Calm down, calm down...!"
"F*** your calm!"
There was a flash of sword light in Guan Yunpeng's hand as he slashed at Han Tianque.
"Calm down, calm, calm down, ah...!"
Han Tianque dodged and immediately fled, with Guan Yunpeng hot on his heels, cursing and yelling. The two streaked away in streams of light, soon disappearing from view.
After they left, Zhong Qing reported the matter to Yi Feng, then replaced the broken tiles with spare ones.
Yi Feng didn't pursue the matter further. Sipping his morning tea, he thought about the money pot hidden under his bed.
Recently, there had been less and less money in it from time to time. Suspecting a thief, he had moved the money pot to a new location, which prevented any more money from disappearing.
Relieved, he was about to lie down on the lounge chair when he noticed yelling and cursing coming from outside the door.
Yi Feng went out and saw it was several young ladies from Yi Hong Yard.
"What are you all doing here? Did you come to play cards?" Yi Feng laughed and asked.
"Play cards? Yi Feng, I'm asking you, is there a person named Lu Benwei in your martial arts school?" asked the lead young lady, swaying her hips like a water snake, as she pointed at Yi Feng.
"Lu Benwei?" Yi Feng blinked in confusion as he puzzledly asked, "What Lu Benwei? Do you have the wrong place?"
"It's definitely Lu Benwei, absolutely no mistake," she insisted.
"That's right, he said his last name is Lu, and because he's so magnificent in bed, his name is Lu Benwei. We definitely won't forget," another young lady chimed in.
"Yes, we'd recognize him even if he turned to ashes!"
For a time, the group of ladies chattered noisily and tried to push their way into the martial arts school.
"Wait!"
Yi Feng hurriedly stopped them and helplessly said, "Ladies, don't get impulsive. Can we figure out what exactly happened first?"
"Fine, I'll tell you clearly," said the lead young lady angrily.
"That Lu Benwei ate and drank at our Yi Hong Yard for many days without paying. He said he was from your martial arts school and told us to come find him in seven days. Trusting him because of you, we believed him. But who would have thought, when the seven days were up, he disappeared!"
"That's right. At first he acted all generous, but it turns out he's that kind of person. Pointing out seven or eight girls each time, disgusting! If you don't have money then don't pretend to be a big spender."
"Humph, trying to get a free ride? No way!"
"You think running a business is easy? In this day and age, there are still freeloaders. I'm telling you Yi Feng, don't get in our way. Hurry up and get him out here to pay!"
"That's right, hurry up and get him out here to pay!"
As the group of ladies spoke, they stirred themselves into excitement again. Their words were filled with hatred for that Lu Benwei.
Yi Feng anxiously explained with a black face, "Ladies, while I sympathize with what happened to you all, our martial arts school really doesn't have a Lu Benwei!"
"Impossible, he said he was from your martial arts school."
"That's right, you must be hiding him."
"There really isn't!"
Yi Feng patiently explained.
But right after he finished speaking, a dark shadow behind him shot out like a wisp of smoke, wanting to escape.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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.”
