"What's going on with you two?" Yi Feng asked.
"No, nothing, we just accidentally tripped and fell. Please continue your conversation, sir, continue chatting."
The father and son responded awkwardly, then took the opportunity to run into the distant forest.
"Damn it, who is the bastard that nearly killed me?!"
On the fifth day, Ming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and instructed his son, "Pass on the message and investigate who this is. Immediately sever all ties and expel him from the manor."
By the time the fifth day Ming father and son returned, Yun Sheng had already left.
Yi Feng didn't have much recourse for this either. Although it was quite selfish to put the Yun Family in danger for the sake of his disciple's happiness, since Yun Sheng was also willing, Yi Feng could hardly send him back.
Ye Family.
A streak of light flashed by and landed at the gate of the Ye Family.
"Brother!"
"My son!"
"You've finally returned."
Seeing this, Ye WuChen and his father Ye Huai hurriedly welcomed him.
The one returning was Ye Tianci, who had received the news. His icy face exuded a cold aura as he asked in a murderous tone, "What exactly happened?"
"Brother, a few people seized junior brother's woman, one of whom was even a Martial Spirit, and they injured father too. You must get justice for us!"
Ye WuChen cried grievously as he complained to Ye Tianci.
"That's right, you must avenge us!"
Ye Huai also voiced agreement.
Clearly, even as the head of the Ye Family, Ye Huai regarded Ye Tianci as the backbone.
Who could blame him when his son was so outstanding?
"What audacity, to be so presumptuous right under this Ye Tianci's nose. Do they not put me in their eyes?"
Chilly voices emerged from Ye Tianci, and he ordered, "Father, I'll take WuChen to pursue them while you first surround the Yun Family. After I've captured those people, we'll annihilate the Yun Family together."
"Excellent!"
Hearing his words, Ye WuChen and Ye Huai sounded excited.
Riding the night, Ye Tianci brought Ye WuChen to ambush at Yi Xiao Valley.
"Don't worry, brother. Although they have a Martial Spirit, the others don't have very strong abilities—at most a bit stronger than the warriors in our family." In the darkness, Ye WuChen said to Ye Tianci.
"How dare these ants provoke my Ye Family?" Ye Tianci's face was full of icy light as he spoke.
"That's right, these commoners are too bold," Ye WuChen readily agreed.
"Don't worry, none can escape."
Ye Tianci's King Warrior strength slowly emerged, his face brimming with confidence.
"Wow, big brother, you've already broken through to King Warrior?!"
Seeing this, Ye WuChen's face was full of pleasant surprise.
Hmph.
With my big brother here, no matter your Martial Spirits or whoever, all must die.
I want you damned commoners to kneel on the ground and lick my shoes.
That's right.
As for that skull, although Ye WuChen doesn't know what that thing is, he has already secretly sworn that no matter if it's an undead or whatever, he must press it to the ground and viciously trample it later to avenge this humiliation.
And of course there's also that cross-dressing bastard who not only ruined this young master's reputation, but even threw meat buns at people.
Every single one of these people deserves death.
Soon after...
Through the faint mist, one could vaguely see a team slowly approaching from below the gorge.
Seeing this, Ye WuChen's eyes lit up as he watched this group closely.
As they drew near, a look of crazy delight appeared on his face.
"Hahaha, it's them, it really is them!"
"Big brother, they've come. To ensure no mistakes, when they're closer without an escape path, you can make your move."
Ye WuChen immediately voiced urgently, clenching his fists tightly.
At this moment, he had even envisioned this group being crippled by his big brother and kneeling on the ground begging him for mercy, with faces full of regret.
He had also already decided how he would dispose of these people one by one...
The more he thought about it, the more smug he felt.
Finally, Ye WuChen cried out excitedly, "Big brother, it's time, hurry and attack!"
Yet after a while, there wasn't the slightest sound from behind him where Ye Tianci stood.
What's going on?
"Brother, you can attack now," he shouted again.
But still no echo sounded from behind.
He looked back with a puzzled expression to find Ye Tianci was gone.
"What's happening?"
The previously smug-faced Ye WuChen was now stunned in place, bewildered...
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
