Li Yihan glanced at him blankly.
The man and the dog soon walked into the woods.
"Wait here, I'll go find some firewood." Li Yihan squatted down and said with a smile to Ao Qing, then walked to the side.
The dog lay on the ground bored, waiting for her.
Soon, Li Yihan found a pile of firewood and sat down next to Ao Qing.
Ao Qing lying on the ground raised his head to look at her.
"Young master has not yet washed up, he should not be in a hurry. Shall we sit here for a while?" Li Yihan gently asked.
The dog put his head back down.
"So thoughtful."
Li Yihan stroked Ao Qing and let out a sigh as she sat on the ground.
The events of last night were still fresh in her mind. Whenever she thought of the strength of these people, she felt tremendous pressure, unable to even breathe properly.
At this moment, being far away temporarily made her feel relaxed.
But just as she relaxed, three rays of light came sweeping over and landed not far away.
"Li Yihan, let's see where you can run this time."
The three looked at Li Yihan with cold faces, full of killing intent.
"It's you guys again!"
Li Yihan's face turned extremely pale as she looked at the three in horror. These three were from the same group as the previous Night Cold Double Evil.
She absolutely did not expect that not only were the Night Cold Double Evil able to catch up with her, but the following people were able to as well.
How could this be?
"Hmph, let me tell you the truth. From the moment we first stabbed you, your whereabouts have been under our control."
The leading man seemed to notice Li Yihan's puzzlement and said in a deep voice, "The only thing we didn't expect was that Night Cold Double Evil would also fall at your hands. We really underestimated you. So this time, to ensure no mistakes, we can only take action personally."
"So today, there's no escape for you..."
Li Yihan's pretty face was completely bloodless, full of unwillingness.
That's right.
Facing these three people, she had no chance of winning.
Because these three people were at the Martial Emperor level, how could she, a little Martial King, be a match for them?
Unconsciously, she took steps back with her feet, her face solemn as she thought about countermeasures in her heart.
But no matter how she thought about it, in the face of absolute strength, all strategies were illusory.
"Don't think about it, Li Yihan."
"No one can save you today."
The three looked at Li Yihan with cold smiles as they pressed towards her.
Li Yihan anxiously retreated with gritted teeth, filled with despair.
But at this moment, an abrupt voice suddenly sounded.
"Hey, hey, you three trash, who gave you the courage to be so arrogant?"
Then, to the astonishment of Li Yihan and the three men, the dog lying to the side lazily climbed up.
Seeing this, Li Yihan was shocked in her heart.
It...
How could it talk, isn't it a dog?
But just as this thought arose, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the dog's body.
With the emergence of this aura, the surrounding trees collapsed under the pressure.
Li Yihan and the three men were also crushed by the pressure, barely managing to support themselves to stand firm after continuously retreating.
With the aura and strength revealed by the dog, Li Yihan's red lips opened wide, stirred up huge waves in her heart.
While the three people who were complacent just a moment ago also changed their expressions drastically.
"Martial Ancestor?"
"No, Martial Venerable..."
"Damn, it seems even more than that."
"Run!"
With Ao Qing's aura, the three people's psychological defenses collapsed. No longer caring about Li Yihan, they fled for their lives.
Seeing this, the dog glanced at them casually.
He lightly raised a paw.
Then lightly put it back down.
With a swoosh, an illusory giant paw emerged out of thin air and rumbled down towards the three.
"Ahhh!"
Accompanied by three miserable screams, the three were directly slapped into meat patties.
After a while, the surroundings finally calmed down again.
But Li Yihan, whose face was still extremely pale, couldn't calm down for a long time, breathing heavily with her mouth.
Her expression was very complicated and embarrassed.
These people...
Who on earth are they?!
Is there still any justice?
Even a dog is so terrifying!
In other words, she, a cultivator, couldn't even beat a dog among these so-called "ordinary people".
"Do you still want to sit down for a while?"
The dog retracted his aura and glanced at her, asking leisurely.
"No, no, let's not sit."
Li Yihan hurriedly and nervously responded.
She had thought this was just an ordinary dog. She wanted to relax for a moment here while only the dog was around.
But seeing the means revealed by the dog just now, she realized being with him was not relaxing at all.
The man and the dog.
Went back together.
But all the way, Li Yihan was unable to calm down for a long time, completely losing the feeling of relaxation from earlier.
She carefully glanced again at the dog next to her, recalling how it casually slapped three Martial Emperors to death, and her heart was trembling.
Still, she plucked up the courage to ask, "Senior, may I ask, what is your cultivation base?"
"Demon Lord... or Demon Saint?"
The dog walked and casually said, "Doesn't matter, it's not important, because in front of the young master, whether I'm a Lord or a Saint, I may be one today and not tomorrow."
"Do you mean?"
Li Yihan gasped, somewhat unable to believe her own understanding.

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

【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.”