Yi Feng sneered, "You're so realistic. Now that I'm not doing well, you want to get back together when you see I have money. Let me tell you, I won't eat regurgitated food!"
Seeing Yi Feng say this with a straight face, Peng Xianer was filled with killing intent.
She had stopped Yi Feng clearly wanting to cause trouble. Laughably, this ordinary person was so self-important.
He actually thought she, the proud daughter of the Heavenly Sword Sect, would want to get back together with an ordinary person like him?
She couldn't help but stare at Yi Feng with killing intent in her eyes. Slowly and clearly, she shouted, "Yi Feng, you waste, who wants to get back with you? Can't you see the situation now?"
"Oh, so you don't want to get back together. That's great," Yi Feng breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest as if a weight had been lifted. "Since you don't want to get back together, I'll be going now."
After saying that, Yi Feng brushed past her shoulder.
Peng Xianer froze on the spot.
When she reacted, her chest heaved violently and her whole body trembled.
This ordinary person...
How...
Infuriating!
Without another word, she drew her sword, killing intent flashing in her eyes as she thrusted towards Yi Feng's back.
"Stop, Saintess!"
Seeing this, Chang Jiankong's body flashed as he quickly stopped Peng Xianer.
"Elder, what are you doing? Let me kill this damned ant!" Peng Xianer said with a face full of killing intent.
"He's just an ordinary person. You can easily find someone else to kill him, but have you forgotten where we are?" Chang Jiankong hurriedly reminded, "That mysterious supreme expert lives nearby. If you make a move against him here, it may displease that one. It wouldn't be worth it..."
Hearing this, Peng Xianer's eyes flickered.
What Chang Jiankong said made sense. For a nobody like Yi Feng, she had ten thousand ways to torment him. But unintentionally offending that supreme one, let alone obtaining an opportunity, even escaping may become a problem.
Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and withdrew her sword, looking at Yi Feng's departing figure with great unwillingness.
She would just have to find another chance to deal with Yi Feng in the future.
As for Yi Feng, he didn't take this woman to heart at all.
They were childhood sweethearts before, but that was already in the past. Now he had walked into the Pig Meat Rong's house and was feasting away with Boss Wang and the others.
As for Peng Xianer and Chang Jiankong, they continued searching the area for clues.
Since he could instantly kill Jiang Yu, this person was at least at the Martial Emperor realm. Whether they could obtain an opportunity was hard to say, but even just befriending such a one would bring endless benefits to the Heavenly Sword Sect.
"Qing, it doesn't seem as easy to make money as I imagined!" On a staircase, the down and out Lu Benwei sat and complained to the dog beside him.
"Sigh!"
The dog let out a heavy sigh, but seeing Lu Benwei's dejected appearance, he didn't give up and said, "Bro, wait for me. There's still a grave near the wasteland. I'll go check it out."
After saying that, the dog immediately ran off.
"Alright, remember to let me know if there's any good news, Qing!"
Lu Benwei watched the dog's departing figure and continued sitting on the stairs shouting.
"It doesn't seem like we've discovered any clear clues."
Peng Xianer and Chang Jiankong walked over. Chang Jiankong beside her furrowed his brows and said,
"Yeah!"
Peng Xianer also furrowed her brows.
"However, since it's a hidden supreme expert, his behavior and conduct will naturally be different from ordinary people. It looks like we'll need to ask someone nearby. Perhaps we can discover some clues." Chang Jiankong added.
"Mm!"
Peng Xianer nodded in agreement.
After walking a few steps, they saw a person in black robes sitting on the stairs up ahead.
The two looked at each other, then walked over and stood behind the black-robed person.
Looking down condescendingly at the person below, Chang Jiankong asked in a deep voice, "Hey, ordinary one, stand up and answer a few of my questions."
Lu Benwei, who was squatting on the stairs playing with a centipede, seemed to ignore them and continued fiddling with the centipede in his hand.
The two immediately frowned.
Especially Peng Xianer, having already swallowed her pride against Yi Feng, now another foolish-looking ordinary person didn't even look at her.
"Are you looking to die?"
Her sword came out as her cold voice rang out, stopping at the black-robed person's neck.
Hearing this.
The muddle-headed Lu Benwei sitting on the stairs slowly turned around to look at the two.
Whoosh!
Seeing this blurry, indistinct face that he couldn't make out the appearance of but was still familiar, the two people who were just looking down condescendingly were immediately filled with chill, their eyes flashing with thick fear.
It was simply fate screwing with them.
They absolutely hadn't expected to encounter this terrifying person again here.
At the same time, Peng Xianer's palm was also as if electrocuted, immediately withdrawing her sword. Her mouth stumbled over her words explaining, "I, I, I, I'm very sorry, senior... misunderstanding...apologies..."
After saying that, without another word, the two turned and ran.
The completely dejected Lu Benwei didn't want to bother with them, but remembering something, his spirits suddenly lifted and he shouted loudly, "Don't run, stay here!"
Hearing this, the two were so frightened their souls nearly left their bodies. How could they dare stay?
Spitting out a mouthful of essence blood to burn their essence and display speed they hadn't achieved in their entire lives, they started sprinting.
"Bro, there was nothing in that grave."
At the same time, the dog ran back and reported to Lu Benwei, "There was nothing valuable."
"Qing, perfect timing. Whether that grave had anything doesn't matter anymore. Hurry and help bro catch those two!" Lu Benwei shouted loudly.
Hearing this, the dog also understood. His aura bursting out as he instantly caught up and blocked their path ahead.
Demon Lord?
The two's faces greatly changed.
Left with no path of escape, their faces pale as they shrank into the corner.
"Hehe."
A skeleton and a dog revealed wicked smiles, looking at the two like they were small prey as they slowly approached.
【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.)
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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?!
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.”
