What the hell?
A skull?
Ye WuChen was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack.
What made him even more fearful...was that the skull actually smiled at him.
This smile made Ye WuChen's scalp tingle, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.
Sure enough, a kick came out of the blue, landing right between Ye WuChen's legs.
"Hiss!"
Ye WuChen was instantly covered in goosebumps as an unprecedented pain came from the soles of his feet, climbing all the way up to his forehead.
A shrill scream echoed throughout the Ye Family.
When the members of the Ye Family rushed back, the culprit had already disappeared without a trace, and had taken with them dozens of gold coins from the room.
"Woo, my wife has been taken away, hurry, go find her, and those few I met during the marriage proposal, they must be involved too. Seal off the entire Hanchang City for me." Ye WuChen crouched in pain while screaming and roaring...
That day, countless masters of the Ye Family were sent out.
"Humph, dare to hurt my son, let's see where you can escape to."
Ye Huai, the current head of the Ye Family and also Ye WuChen’s father, as well as the Ye Family’s strongest master, led the pursuit.
He had countless spies across Hanchang City.
Soon, news of Yi Feng's group was found, and Ye Huai finally caught up with Yi Feng and the others in a remote area in the west of the city.
"Die for me!"
Ye Huai leapt into the air, slashing out an earth-shattering sword strike.
"Run quickly!"
"What a powerful sword strike."
"Masters, quickly make a move, the Ye Family's martial spirit elder is rushing over!"
Seeing the earth-shattering sword strike, Old Man Wang, Pork Rong, and the group of sect leaders from Nansha rolled over pissing themselves as they cried out for help from Jian Wuxin who was holding the line.
Seeing this group of pissing and rolling seniors, the corner of Jian Wuxin's mouth twitched.
What fucking actors.
But he didn't dare to delay and flew up, sword in hand, to meet Ye Huai.
In less than a moment, Ye Huai was beaten away by him.
Clearly, martial spirits from large sects are just built different.
"Retreat!"
Knowing he was no match, Ye Huai instantly lost his arrogance from before and fled with his men.
"Masters will always be masters, awesome!"
Yi Feng gave Jian Wuxin a big thumbs up. He had to admit, this martial spirit master was truly powerful.
If only his damn system was useful, wouldn't he be just as strong?
"Heh heh, just alright, just alright."
Jian Wuxin clenched his teeth to stop his trembling body, putting on a rather calm demeanor in response.
After a close shave, Yi Feng and the others retreated to a secret location to recuperate.
"Alas, although we succeeded this time, a few innocent lives were still lost!" Yi Feng thought of the people killed by Ye WuChen and felt very guilty.
Hearing this, everyone looked at Yi Feng with admiration.
Gentlemen really have great compassion, they didn't care about the deaths of those ants, but didn't expect the gentleman to be so concerned.
Just then, a figure flashed out of the darkness.
"Father!"
Seeing the situation, Yun Mengtian rushed over with tearful eyes.
Clearly, the arrival was Yun Sheng.
Originally, Yi Feng wanted to just grab the person and run, but after learning about the whole story from Yun Mengtian, Yi Feng realized that he had almost pitted his in-law.
"Master Yun, I'm really sorry, I didn't discuss with you first before...."
Yi Feng was filled with embarrassment.
"Brother Yi, what are you talking about?"
Yun Sheng was equally apologetic: "I should thank you all. I've wanted to plan Mengtian's escape, but I could never make up my mind. You guys directly helped me accomplish it!"
"Father, but, but what about you after I leave?" Yun Mengtian asked in tears.
"That's right, Master Yun, why not come with us?" Yi Feng also said.
"Alas, my Yun Family has been in Hanchang City for generations, how can we leave?"
Yun Sheng shook his head and stroked Yun Mengtian's hair gently, "Meng’er, it's father who is useless, without enough power to protect you. But now it’s fine, handing you over to this lad, I can rest assured."
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Zhong Qing beside them.
"You can rest assured sir, I will definitely take good care of Meng’er." Zhong Qing said firmly.
"Good, I believe you."
Yun Sheng looked very gratified.
He then bid everyone farewell, preparing to leave.
"Father!"
But Yun Mengtian, with tears running down her face, was completely unwilling to part with Yun Sheng, gripping his hand tightly.
"My child, don't worry about me. You know clearly that after developing all these years, our Yun Family is no pushover." Yun Sheng gently comforted, "If we really go all out, our Yun Family may not necessarily be weaker than the Ye Family."
But Yun Mengtian still didn't let Yun Sheng leave.
Seeing this, Yi Feng on the side also became puzzled and asked, "Master Yun, since the Yun Family's strength is not inferior to the Ye Family, why are you still so afraid of them..."
"I did tell you about this before."
Yun Sheng sighed.
"Is it that little captain who joined some villa?" Yi Feng asked.
"Yes, the Blowing Snow Mountain Villa." Yun Sheng replied.
"Thud!"
Beside them, the father and son duo Fifth Tianming, who were getting water at Yi Feng's request, fell flat on their butts, smashing the bowls to pieces.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
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.
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!
