Arriving at the door.
But found the door open.
Peng Xianer nervously bit her red lips, just about to speak, when suddenly a terrifying energy came from inside the room.
"Whoosh!"
In the face of this sudden terrifying force, Peng Xianer found she had no resistance at all. With a scream, she was sent flying through the roof.
"Phew, that was close, almost got caught."
Inside the room, Lu Benwei retracted his fist, patted his chest and said in relief. Then, with a gold coin as his spoils, he fled from the room.
"Boom!"
Hundreds of yards away.
Peng Xianer slammed heavily into the ground, involuntarily spitting out a mouthful of blood.
But more painful than her injuries was the fact that she hadn't even entered the room before being blasted out with one punch.
In other words, her carefully laid plan had failed before it even began.
And it was very likely she had already offended that person.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it all!"
Peng Xianer's face was gloomy as she cursed in pain, propping up her injured body. Her face was filled with unwillingness as she left.
But after taking just a few steps, she halted.
Her sharp gaze looked to the side of the street.
At this time, Yi Feng was at the side of the street, haggling with a peddler.
She could hear the peddler's flushed face saying: "You, you, you mean you want to buy some fruit from me, and I have to give you a gold coin?"
"How about this, I don't want that gold coin from you anymore, that should be fine right?" Yi Feng said magnanimously.
"I guess that's fair."
The peddler scratched his head and nodded in satisfaction. But after Yi Feng took the fruit and left, the peddler suddenly realized what happened.
"What a small world, I really didn't expect to run into you here."
Peng Xianer looked at this scene with narrowed eyes, her voice ominous.
She certainly hadn't forgotten that at Pure Creek Lake, because of Yi Feng, she had suffered slaps from both Mao Yun'er and Yao Ling'er. It was the disfigurement from those two slaps that caused Yu Wujie to kick her into the lake, nearly costing her life.
Thinking of all this, Peng Xianer's heart was filled with resentment.
She had originally wanted to kill Yi Feng with one sword thrust, but thinking about it, how could this humiliation be resolved without proper torture?
With this thought,
she quickly approached Yi Feng, throwing a binding sack over him.
Yi Feng, who was walking, suddenly went blind and felt himself carried away.
A commotion sounded on the street.
But faced with this, the ordinary people merely felt fear.
Inside a dim room, Yi Feng was tied to a pillar.
As the hood was lifted, even the weak light pierced Yi Feng's eyes.
"Damn, I've been kidnapped?"
Yi Feng exclaimed to himself. It took a long time for his eyes to adjust before he could make out the coldly sneering figure in front of him.
"Humph, Yi Feng, didn't expect to see me again did you?" Peng Xianer's mocking voice sounded out.
"So it's you?"
Recognizing his former childhood sweetheart, Yi Feng was slightly surprised.
No wonder he, who rarely made enemies, would be kidnapped. It turned out to be Peng Xianer.
Thinking about it, he gently advised: "Peng Xianer, you've really acted rashly this time. I rejected you last time and didn't want to get back together. But why turn love into hate? Besides, you were the one who left first!"
Speaking to this point, Yi Feng sighed, then earnestly continued: "You also know me, I'm a principled person. I would never get back with an ex. So kidnapping me won't make me get back with you."
"Shut up."
Yi Feng's words directly provoked Peng Xianer's nerves.
She really couldn't understand where Yi Feng got the nerve to think that she, the holy maiden of the Heavenly Sword Sect, would want to get back together with a useless insect like him?
Besides, she had kidnapped him to torture him. How could he not see the situation clearly?
"Yi Feng, please be aware of your status. I, Peng Xianer, who am I? A cultivator above tens of thousands. Why would I want to get back with an ordinary person like you? Have some dignity!" Peng Xianer yelled at Yi Feng with a fierce expression.
"Oh, that's great then."
Yi Feng let out a relieved breath, a look of weight lifted from his shoulders.
But seeing this, Peng Xianer was even more furious.
What was with this reaction?
Relieved?
Shouldn't he be showing fear, kneeling down to beg for mercy? Could he not see what awaited him?
Fine.
Since it's like this, I'll show you my might.
Peng Xianer gritted her teeth. Her Martial King aura erupted.
Her long hair rose as her aura concentrated together, crushing down on Yi Feng.
Tremble.
Mortal!
At this moment.
A thick sneer appeared on Peng Xianer's face.
She had even envisioned Yi Feng crying and begging for mercy under her aura, kneeling down in regret for disregarding her wrath.
But.
Yi Feng was instead drowsy-eyed, yawning repeatedly, completely unaffected.
This stunned Peng Xianer.
Yawning?
Why?
How could a mortal ignore her pressure?
She was a Martial King!
How did he, a mere mortal, accomplish this?
Peng Xianer was completely baffled. She even suspected something was wrong with her cultivation. But seeing Yi Feng's drowsy state, still yawning before her, her heart burned with rage.
This was simply provocation against her authority.
He was completely looking down on her Peng Xianer's might!
With sword in hand, she pressed it against Yi Feng's neck, roaring: "Shut your mouth!"
Yi Feng closed his mouth in fright.
But he soon opened it again.
This immediately angered Peng Xianer to the point of explosion. Her sword slashed the pillar next to Yi Feng as she said with killing intent: "Are you not afraid of death?"
Yi Feng shrank his neck back, his face full of helplessness: "Sorry, I've been too tired these days, I really, really can't hold back...ah..."
As he spoke, he yawned again under Peng Xianer's eyes.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The enraged Peng Xianer let out crazed sounds as her sword swung, the room echoing with explosions.
Then her sword returned to Yi Feng's neck.
"You're very clever. I'm impressed by you, intentionally provoking me, hoping for a quick end."
"But I absolutely won't kill you. Instead, I'll bring you back to the Heavenly Sword Sect for proper torture!"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.)
