Yun Sheng watched as the master and disciple left, with a complex look in his eyes.
He let out a soft sigh, then turned and walked to the backyard.
"Master."
Seeing this, several maids bowed down.
"Where is my daughter?" Yun Sheng asked.
"The young miss is inside," a maid replied.
Yun Sheng nodded, then pushed open the door and entered the room.
Inside the room sat a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. Although she was young, she had developed well, with an exquisite and charming face. In a few more years she would likely become a great beauty who could bring down nations.
However, her eyes were red and swollen, and she didn't say a word.
"Mengtian, I'm surprised that the boy and his master you told me about really came," said Yun Sheng with a sigh as he looked at his daughter.
Hearing this, Yun Mengtian's body trembled. She looked sharply at Yun Sheng and hurriedly asked, "How could he really have come? Didn't I specifically ask Auntie to try to stop him? How could he have really come?"
As she spoke, Yun Mengtian's pretty face turned deathly pale, and she said in a panic, "What should we do, Father? Will he get dragged into this?"
For a time, Yun Mengtian became more and more anxious, almost crying from anxiety.
"I really shouldn't have provoked him back then. I knew that I was already mired deeply in this quagmire and that we couldn't be together, yet I still provoked him. I really shouldn't have..."
Seeing her state, Yun Sheng felt awful. He hurried to explain, "It's my fault for not being able to protect you. But don't worry, I've already driven them out of here."
"That's good, that's good..."
Hearing this, Yun Mengtian finally calmed down a bit.
Yun Sheng sighed feelingly and said, "But I could see that the master and disciple were sincere. With ordinary human bodies, they traveled thousands of miles from Pingjiang City to get here, and offered a betrothal gift of 500,000 gold coins. Such devotion..."
"But ultimately, we are fated to be apart!"
He lowered his head, full of remorse.
"Father, it's okay, I've accepted my fate," said Yun Mengtian dispiritedly. "But I'm really afraid he'll do something foolish."
"Don't worry, I've made it clear to them the gravity of the situation and how formidable the Ye Family is. They shouldn't do anything so suicidal!" Yun Sheng gently reassured her.
"That's good then."
Yun Mengtian breathed a sigh of relief.
However, angry voices soon came from the inn not far from the Yun residence.
"Kidnap. Kidnap her, we must!"
Yi Feng's voice was particularly firm.
Although he was an ordinary human, it didn't mean he didn't have a fiery heart. After all, what does one live for in this life? To feel free and unrestrained.
In his previous life he had no choice but to lower his head because of his livelihood. He was already tired of that. He didn't want to live this life like that too.
As for the consequences, who cares. First kidnap the girl back, then figure it out later.
Of course, although Yi Feng wanted to kidnap his betrothed, he wasn't going to do it recklessly.
The first thing Yi Feng did was send Wu Yonghong out to gather information on the Ye Family.
Soon, Wu Yonghong collected and brought back the information.
"It seems this Ye Family really is quite powerful!" Yi Feng frowned as he looked over the information on the Ye Family.
In addition to Ye Tianci who was a squad captain in some sect, the family also had many martial artists and masters. The most powerful one had even reached the Martial Spirit realm.
Although Yi Feng didn't understand cultivation at all, it sounded very impressive!
Under these circumstances, it seemed unlikely that just a few ordinary humans like them could handle it.
After thinking it over, Yi Feng picked up a sound transmission talisman and started contacting people for help.
He felt that the only people who could potentially help with this matter were those fans of his.
When Yang Tianhua and the others received the news, they rushed over almost immediately.
"How did you all get here so fast?" Yi Feng was full of surprise. This speed left him dumbfounded.
"Oh, uh, we happened to be touring around here."
"Yeah yeah, just touring around!"
"Haha, what a coincidence."
The group laughed awkwardly.
Yi Feng looked at the group. Other than chalking it up to coincidence, he didn't know what else to say. He then got back to the main topic, "My friends, now I'd like to ask for your help with something."
"Please go ahead, sir."
The group grew excited.
Since Yi Feng was asking them for help, it meant he still thought about them!
Such back and forth would make them grow closer over time. Maybe one day when Yi Feng was happy, he might reward them with a little something. That would be enough to make them happy for life.
"I'm planning to kidnap a bride," said Yi Feng in a low voice.
"Kidnap a bride?"
The group immediately cried out in surprise.
"Shh!"
"Not so loud."
Yi Feng quickly made a silencing gesture.
The group quickly quieted down and lowered their voices to match Yi Feng's.
Yi Feng then softly explained the whole story to them, and told them of his plan to kidnap the bride tomorrow. This left Yang Tianhua and the others very moved.
This boss... he really did have quite the adventurous spirit!
He was basically asking them to cosplay and play extras!
But of course they didn't dare point this out to Yi Feng. They could only go along with it, and solemnly promised Yi Feng their help.
"It's great to have fans like you guys."
Yi Feng was touched inside.
"It's our duty, it's our duty!"
The group humbly responded. Being able to receive this acknowledgement from Yi Feng made them incredibly excited.
"But I have to say, you guys should still think it through clearly. This matter has its fair share of danger," Yi Feng continued. "I heard that Ye Family has a Martial Spirit powerhouse. That level of cultivation is probably terrifying!"
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.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
