“What should we do, elder?”
Peng Xianer and Chang Jiankong cowered in the corner, watching as this man and wolf approached. Peng Xianer immediately cried out in panic.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, stay calm.”
“You must stay calm, trust me, there will always be a way!”
Chang Jiankong pressed his palm down, gently reassuring Peng Xianer.
“That’s good then, that’s good then.”
Seeing this, Peng Xianer hurriedly nodded her head. With Chang Jiankong's reassurance, it was as if she had taken a tranquillizer.
After all, no matter how you looked at it, Chang Jiankong was an elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, a Martial Venerable powerhouse.
However, the next moment.
She saw Chang Jiankong suddenly kneel on the ground with a crack, shouting loudly.
“Spare me!”
“Senior spare me!”
Peng Xianer was stunned.
Her entire person became dumbfounded.
Was this the method Chang Jiankong had spoken of?
“What are you still dazing around for, hurry up and kneel down with me to beg for mercy. Someone so powerful is impossible to resist. As long as the green hills last, there will always be wood to burn. Besides, there is no one here, it won't lose our face either!” Chang Jiankong kept making eyes at Peng Xianer, speaking in a trembling voice.
Peng Xianer was filled with indignance.
In the past, no matter how much suffering she had endured for the sake of cultivating, it was fine.
But now that she had finally obtained an opportunity and became superior to others, she actually had to kneel down to someone.
But thinking of the terror of the figure in black, the last shred of arrogance in her heart was also completely crushed.
Thud!
She also knelt down and started begging for mercy.
“Hehe...”
Sinister laughter came from the mouth of the skeleton and dog as they looked down condescendingly at the two.
“You two, take out all the money you have and give it to me!” the figure in black shouted ferociously.
“That’s right, take out everything. Otherwise you two will die die die!” The dog also raised its proud head and spoke in a threatening tone.
The words of the skeleton and dog frightened Peng Xianer so much that their breathing became hurried. Not daring to delay, they tremblingly reached into their storage rings.
“Senior, imperial grade, imperial grade medicinal pills.”
Chang Jiankong fawned as he took out a jade bottle and offered it with both hands.
“What kind of trash is this?”
Lu Benwei took it and glanced at it. Furious, he threw it on the ground and stamped it underfoot, cursing ferociously while kicking Chang Jiankong’s body twice.
“Spare me, don't hit me.” Chang Jiankong cried out tremblingly, while at the same time taking out another bottle of medicinal pills from his storage ring.
“Saint grade, this time it’s saint grade. Please accept this, seniors.”
Chang Jiankong ingratiated himself as he spoke.
“Yes, yes, yes, I also have a bottle here.” Peng Xianer also hurriedly took out a bottle from her storage ring, forcing a smile as she handed it over.
“Damn, are you two trying to toy with us?”
Lu Benwei crushed both jade bottles in his hand. Two slaps whipped across their faces.
“Don't rush, don't rush, we still have...”
Seeing that they were still unsatisfied, Chang Jiankong hurriedly said, then gritted his teeth unwillingly and took out a round basin.
“Senior, superior grade, superior grade divine object Binding Heavens Basin, an absolutely good item.”
Chang Jiankong respectfully offered up the Binding Heavens Basin with both hands.
However, upon seeing this basin, Lu Benwei immediately exploded.
“You old geezer, bringing the crappy basin your old woman uses to wash her butt to fob me off. It looks to me like you two are seeking death.”
“That’s right, it looks to me like you two are seeking death.” The dog ferociously echoed by his side.
As he spoke, Lu Benwei swung his sandbag-sized fist, about to smash it down on them.
“Wait, wait, I still have this.”
The panic-stricken Peng Xianer waved her hands, shouting for him to stop.
Seeing this, Lu Benwei turned his gaze towards her.
Peng Xianer's face was filled with indignance. From her storage ring, she took out a Qinghong sword.
“This is my Heavenly Sword Sect’s Holy Maiden exclusive, Qinghong sword. It exists infinitesimally close to being a saint grade artifact. Please take a look, senior!”
Peng Xianer bit her red lips and spoke with a pained expression.
“Oh?”
“It looks quite pretty and ornate.”
Lu Benwei took it and looked it up and down.
“Just not sure about the quality.”
As he spoke, he stretched out a finger and tapped the blade.
With a clear ring,
The Qinghong sword directly broke where his finger had touched, the other half becoming dim and lackluster.
Peng Xianer and Chang Jiankong were dumbfounded, their eyeballs nearly popping out.
The near-saint grade Qinghong sword had been destroyed with a flick?
“Yet another flashy but useless piece of trash.”
Lu Benwei angrily threw the Qinghong sword to the ground and stamped it into fragments. He shouted, “Qing, I think these two are just messing with us. Kill them.”
As he spoke, Lu Benwei kicked out ferociously at the two of them. The dog also raised its sharp claws at his side, swiping them over.
"Wah..."
"We really have nothing left."
"That's right, spare us. We already gave you our most precious Qinghong sword. Please spare us."
The two of them cowered in the corner. Under the vicious beating of the skeleton and dog, they were no longer recognizable as human. Especially Ao Qing's claws, which deliberately targeted the vital spots. The two's clothes were tattered, leaving Peng Xianer's fair thighs a bloody mess.
“Hmph, hand them over.”
Lu Benwei snatched their storage rings, one for him and one for the dog to inspect.
“Bro, these two really are poor devils. There's not a single cent inside.”
The dog slapped the storage ring into pieces after looking through it.
“Unlucky, how unlucky. There's nothing for me here either.” Lu Benwei also squeezed the storage ring into powder, cursing resentfully.
“Now what?” The dog spoke dejectedly.
“Forget it, no point in wasting time with these two poor devils.”
After giving them another vicious beating, the skeleton and dog swaggered away.
Returning to the stairs.
The moods of the skeleton and dog continued to sink lower.
“Ah, when will I, Lu Benwei, be able to live a life of luxury!” The skeleton sighed dramatically to the heavens, toying with a centipede at the same time, plucking its legs off one by one.
“Can...”
“Can’t...”
“Can...”
“Can’t...”
“...”
The centipede was in utter agony.
It was simply one disaster after another. Just escaped from the tiger’s den, only to fall into the wolf's pit.
It had originally planned to play dead and sneak past this skeleton. But looking at its dwindling number of legs, it finally could not hold back. From looking dead, it suddenly started struggling in Lu Benwei's hand.
"Spare me, spare me..."
It cried out.
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.”
【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.)
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.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
