Towards evening, the martial arts master finally arrived at Hanchang City.
He was called Jian Wuxin.
The little leader of the inner disciples of the Tian Mo Sect, of course at the bottom level, because all the other leaders were already at the Martial King realm.
At this moment, he was respectfully kneeling next to Xue Qinzhu.
"Did you hear clearly what I just explained?" Xue Qinzhu asked again: "You must understand at all times that you are a martial arts master, while we are just a group of ordinary people."
"Yes sir, I understand, I will definitely do all this well," Jian Wuxin respectfully answered.
"Well, as long as you successfully complete this mission, I can exceptionally promote you," Xue Qinzhu added.
"Yes, yes, thank you sir."
Jian Wuxin excitedly responded.
"Okay then, you wait here, I'll go inform the master," Xue Qinzhu hurriedly ordered, then walked towards the inn.
In the inn, Yi Feng and his group were preparing for the big operation tomorrow when Xue Qinzhu walked in and said, "Master, the martial arts master is here!"
"Oh?"
Yi Feng immediately stood up and excitedly said, "Quick, quick, let's go welcome this master together."
As he spoke, Yi Feng enthusiastically went out to greet them.
And Pork Rong, Uncle Wang, Yang Tianyu, Li Shuhua, Fifth Tianming, Fifth sky and others also followed Yi Feng out.
Outside.
Jian Wuxin held a long sword, with a faint martial spirit aura lingering around him.
In his heart, he felt elated thinking about Xue Qinzhu's promise to him, because it was just an act, this mission was extremely easy!
But the next moment, his eyes bulged.
He almost fell to the ground.
This, this, this...
Who are these people?
The owner of the Blowing Snow Mountain Villa Fifth Tianming and young owner Fifth sky, the Valley Lord of Wind and Cloud Valley Yun Haotian and Saint Maiden Yun Xianque, the Sect Master of Imperial Sword Sect Yang Tianyu, the Patriarch of Li Family Li Shuhua...
What the hell is this terrifying lineup!
They actually gathered together!
Suddenly, his previous confidence was shattered.
His body couldn't help but tremble.
Because these people represented the pinnacle of the South Sha!
"Oh, you must be the martial arts master!" At this time, Yi Feng walked over and enthusiastically asked.
Seeing Yi Feng up close, Jian Wuxin's mind exploded.
This person.
Isn't this the peerless expert?
And the old man and burly man next to him, aren't they the two Martial Emperors?
And the man in black, isn't he the existence who killed the Demon Emperor?
No...
What kind of lineup is this!
Mom, I want to go home...
But while he was stunned, Yi Feng suddenly bowed and held his fists: "Greetings master, welcome."
"Greetings master, welcome."
And Yang Tianyu, Yun Haotian, Uncle Wang and others also bowed to Jian Wuxin, sending out respectful voices.
Damn!
Seeing this group of super experts so respectful towards him, Jian Wuxin almost cried.
With his martial spirit level, what qualifications did he have.
Oh my god.
Please don't play with me like this!
What kind of mission is this, not easy at all.
Just now, Xue Qinzhu had hurriedly told him to act, but she didn't tell him it was acting in front of these people!
He looked at Xue Qinzhu pleadingly.
Xue Qinzhu's face sank, and she glared at him.
Seeing this, Jian Wuxin swallowed, secretly hid his trembling hands behind his back, stammered and said, "Oh, heh, no need, no need to be polite."
"The master is too modest, please come in," Yi Feng quickly led Jian Wuxin inside and sat down in the main seat.
Seeing the people crowded around, Jian Wuxin sat up straight, his feet hidden under the table couldn't help but tremble, his throat kept swallowing, and his forehead kept breaking into cold sweats.
"Quick, quick, quickly pour tea for the master," Yi Feng ordered again.
Hearing this, Yang Tianyu quickly poured Jian Wuxin a cup of tea and respectfully placed it in front of him.
Jian Wuxin looked at the tea in front of him, and swallowed again.
This...
His mouth was quite dry.
But but he didn't dare to drink it!
"Master, thank you for taking the time to help us despite being so busy. After this is done, just name your reward, as long as I can do it," Yi Feng said. "Of course, tomorrow the master just needs to lead us, there's a low chance you'll need to act personally."
What Yi Feng said made sense, after all the martial arts master on the other side wouldn't personally come to pick up the bride.
"Okay...okay," Jian Wuxin mumbled in response, lowering his head to conceal his panic as much as possible.
"This is our plan."
Yi Feng then went over the previous plan with Jian Wuxin again pointing at the map.
Jian Wuxin was stunned instantly.
With such a group of experts gathered here, scheming for so long, just to snatch a bride?
And the one being snatched was from a small clan that even he, Jian Wuxin, looked down upon?
Do experts play like this?
After going through the plan, Yi Feng waved his hand at everyone, "The master must be tired, let's leave first!"
Hearing this, everyone exited.
Seeing Yi Feng and the others leave, Jian Wuxin instantly collapsed on the ground, exhausted...
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.”
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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?!
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!
