Finally, footsteps could be heard.
Everyone looked up sharply.
A figure in white robes slowly walked out, a gentle smile on his face.
He was otherworldly, extraordinary in bearing, carefree and elegant. His eyes were clear and captivating. Especially that faint smile, it gave people an irresistible affinity, making them feel very comfortable.
"Is he the one who composed the music?"
As Shu Qin Hua stared at the young man, her beautiful eyes were fixed in a daze, her red lips slightly parted.
Before Yi Feng had come out, she had imagined countless times what the composer would look like.
And the man before her completely matched the perfect image in her mind.
It must be him to compose such divine music!
Fifth Sky, Yun Xianque and the others were also shocked, because they had thought the peerless master was an old man in his twilight years.
They could never have imagined he would be so young!
What's more, they couldn't sense the slightest cultivation from him, as if he were an ordinary person.
Of course, they weren't foolish enough to really think he was a commoner after personally witnessing the power that had reduced Jiang Yu to ashes in an instant.
Rather, this person's cultivation was completely concealed from them.
This also verified Lu Qingshan's earlier warning.
This man really had returned to simplicity, living in seclusion here to comprehend ordinary life.
"Greetings, Master."
The crowd tacitly bowed down.
"Oh?"
"You're too kind."
Yi Feng smiled gently. He had thought the person looking for him was a farmer or butcher from the street.
Now at first glance, the men were handsome, the women pretty, even the few old men were dressed elegantly. It was clear these people were from prestigious families.
He wondered why they were looking for him and being so polite.
"Master, I am Shu Qin Hua. Having heard of the music you composed, I came to pay my respects," she said reverently.
"Yes, yes, we came here admiring your music."
The others quickly echoed Shu Qin Hua's words, remembering Lu Qingshan's reminder.
"Oh, I see. Please, come in and sit."
Yi Feng smiled in realization. He didn't expect his daily piano playing at the door to attract admirers.
As expected, excellent people can't keep a low profile!
The group excitedly followed Yi Feng into the martial arts hall.
And not far outside the door, a figure had already been dumbstruck.
"This guy, this guy actually, actually..."
It was Yu Wujie, who had escaped from the jaws of death. At this moment, he felt like he couldn't breathe.
Because he had heard every word of the conversation at the door.
He never could have imagined that Peng Ying's useless childhood friend was actually a peerless expert in hiding!
It was him who had directly killed Jiang Yu just now?
Even Fifth Sky, Yun Xianque and the others, who were arrogant geniuses of their generation, could only be respectful before him?
And his Qingshan Gate's ancestral master was also...
It reminded him of that terrifying cleaver, which seemed to be obtained from a master of a martial arts hall...
Thinking of this, wasn't it this man?
"What should I do!"
Yu Wujie nearly cried. He had clashed with this man more than once. Looking back now, he had acted arrogantly before the King of Hell!
"It's over, I have to run, get away from this place immediately."
With a face full of tears, he prepared to flee, crawling and rolling away. Because if this man wanted to settle accounts, he could crush him like an ant!
But before he could run a few steps, an enraged figure blocked his way.
It was Lu Qingshan, who had hastily left Yi Feng's place.
The reason he had left in such a hurry was precisely because of Yu Wujie.
With his information network, how could he not know that it was Yu Wujie who had eavesdropped on the music score from the Master and brought it to the ancient tomb.
This led Jiang Yu to come to the martial arts hall and disturb Yi Feng's secluded life!
"Ancestral master, you..."
Yu Wujie had just shouted when Lu Qingshan raised his palm and slapped him in the face.
"Ah!"
"Ancestral master, why did you hit me? I'm Yu Wujie! Did you get the wrong person? Isn't there some misunderstanding? I'm your outstanding disciple of Qingshan Gate!" Yu Wujie wailed, holding his swollen cheek.
"Outstanding disciple?"
"Why else?"
Lu Qingshan was enraged. He raised his palm and slapped him again.
"Ah!"
Yu Wujie let out a pig-slaughtering scream and fell pitifully to the ground.
"I gave you a chance but you didn't take it. Last time you offended the Master, I spared your life for the sake of the Three Elders. But I didn't expect you to remain blind this time, daring to secretly copy the Master's music score and bring trouble to the Master again. This can no longer be tolerated!"
Saying this, Lu Qingshan stomped on Yu Wujie's chest.
"Crack!"
His breastbone shattered completely.
"Ah ah ah..."
Yu Wujie screamed frantically, begging for mercy: "Ancestral master, I was wrong, I was wrong, spare me, give me another chance. I will go to apologize to Yi Feng... no, Master Yi Feng, and be his ox or horse for the rest of my life to repay him. Please spare me!"
"Be his ox or horse to atone for your sins?"
"With your capabilities?"
"Trash like you isn't even qualified to be the Master's ox or horse. Where do you get the arrogance to say such things?"
The enraged Lu Qingshan grabbed Yu Wujie and slapped him over and over again.
This barrage of slaps beat Yu Wujie into a pig's head, spewing blood and losing consciousness. But he still begged for mercy, "Spare me, ancestral master! You watched me grow up. I've contributed a lot to Qingshan Gate over the years as your outstanding disciple. I have merit if not hard work! Please!"
"Humph."
Lu Qingshan's face was full of contempt. He said heavily, "Trash like you doesn't deserve to live in this world. Go repent in hell!"
Saying this, Lu Qingshan grabbed Yu Wujie by the neck and slowly squeezed.
Yu Wujie's voice was cut off as he lost his breath and went limp on the ground.
"Humph!"
With a kick, Lu Qingshan sent Yu Wujie's corpse flying into the sewage ditch nearby, before leaving the scene.
Looking at the martial arts hall not far away, he took a deep breath and bowed respectfully.
He understood.
The Master already knew about this matter clearly but didn't say it outright, precisely to give him, Lu Qingshan, a chance to handle it himself.
In the martial arts hall, Shu Qin Hua and the others were already rendered speechless.
Because the treasures in this martial arts hall were simply too many, so many their eyes were dazzled.
The enormity of this peerless master's capabilities was beyond anything they'd heard of.
Then, under Yi Feng's invitation, the uneasy group sat down.
Fortunately, Yi Feng's perpetually gentle smile and conversational affinity put them more at ease.
In fact it was difficult for them to associate this man with the one who had effortlessly annihilated Jiang Yu, who was a step away from reaching the Martial Emperor realm.
"Oh!"
At this moment, Yi Feng's brow furrowed slightly as his back unconsciously straightened.
"Miss Yun, could you please pass me a sheet of paper from behind you?" Yi Feng said somewhat awkwardly.
Hearing this, Yun Xianque looked back and indeed saw a stack of rice paper on the cabinet behind her.
She stared wide-eyed as she solemnly passed a sheet to Yi Feng.
The others also shifted their gazes over and instantly felt suffocated.
On that medium-sized sheet of rice paper was an extremely lifelike kirin. As their eyes fell upon it, the kirin's piercing eyes seemed to emanate boundless pressure.
It made their souls tremble!
This painted kirin actually had spirituality, it was alive!
Everyone felt their minds go blank. Just this single painting was worth more than imperial treasures.
Yun Xianque felt her palms shaking as she respectfully handed the rice paper to Yi Feng.
"Ah, please excuse me, my stomach feels a bit uncomfortable. I'll take my leave for now, feel free to look around."
As he spoke, Yi Feng tore the rice paper in half under their dumbfounded stares, crumpled it into a ball, then headed to the bathroom at the back...
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
【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.
