Yi Feng originally wanted to refuse, but he had to gracefully accept in the face of Yong Xiongsheng's sincerity. It seemed that the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce really intended to develop in this direction!
After leaving the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce, Yi Feng finally returned to the martial arts hall. His whole body felt much more relaxed.
With the full support of the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce, he believed he could really make some money and no longer had to worry about this anymore.
At the same time, Luo Lanxue and Yin Luoli also returned to Qingshan Sect and promptly reported the matter to the Qingshan Patriarch.
"Not bad, well done," the Qingshan Patriarch said with a delighted expression on his face, "Now it seems our relationship with Senior is getting better and better. It's just a pity that Senior lent me the magic sword, yet I failed to slay Xuanwu with it."
"That's right!" Luo Lanxue also sighed slightly, but still asked in puzzlement, "Master, when you wielded the magic sword to pursue Xuanwu Patriarch Wan Yuli, it seemed he would have been slain by you no matter what, so how did he..."
"Alas, our intelligence on Xuanwu was still wrong before!"
The Qingshan Patriarch sighed, "It was only when we truly fought that I realized he had stepped into the Martial King realm for over thirty years. Along with my insufficient strength, I was unable to fully control the magic sword, which allowed him to escape a calamity!"
"I see..."
Luo Lanxue nodded in understanding, with lingering fear on her face. If not for Master Yi's magic sword, she would have lost her Master that day at Fengyu Terrace.
"By the way Xue'er, you personally handed over all the spirit fruits to Senior right?" As if recalling something, the Qingshan Patriarch hurriedly asked.
"I handed over all eight of them to Senior," Luo Lanxue respectfully replied.
"Good good." The Qingshan Patriarch nodded his head and waved his palm, taking out a jade box as he continued, "Xue'er, there is still one spirit fruit here. Take it and share it with Luoli."
"Ah, Master, how could I, the spirit fruits only appear nine every millennium, they are so precious, you should enjoy it yourself!" Luo Lanxue quickly declined.
"It's fine, your master was fortunate enough to taste a slice with your grandmaster a thousand years ago. I originally intended to give all nine to Senior Yi, but I thought of you two and specifically set this one aside for you." The Qingshan Patriarch said with a smile.
"Master..." There were tears in Luo Lanxue's eyes.
"Go on, your master still needs to go into seclusion. Come with me again to visit Senior after I emerge." Having said that, the Qingshan Patriarch closed his eyes.
"Yes, your disciple takes her leave." Luo Lanxue respectfully retreated with the jade box held in both hands.
Time passed silently.
It was already deep autumn.
Under the full operation of the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce, Yi Feng's writings had been successfully published.
Martial Arts Hall.
Yi Feng sat at the edge of the bed with his palm on Zhong Qing's forehead.
"Master, I'm fine," Zhong Qing opened his eyes and said, "You go rest, I'll lie down for a bit and feel better then go cook."
"Still say you're fine?" Yi Feng's expression sank as he softly scolded, "Look at the state you're in with such a high fever. And see how swollen your hands and feet are. Stay in bed and don't go anywhere."
Yi Feng seldom got angry, causing Zhong Qing to silently shut his mouth.
Seeing this, Yi Feng softly sighed.
He could only blame himself for not paying enough attention to Zhong Qing. The boy had been practicing his fists all day, causing muscle strain. His hands and feet were badly swollen. Along with catching a cold, he was haggard beyond recognition.
After covering Zhong Qing with a quilt, Yi Feng walked anxiously to the front hall. He shouldered a bamboo basket, intending to gather some medicine for Zhong Qing in the rear mountain of Pingjiang City.
Although they hadn't known each other long and Zhong Qing even added some financial burden, the boy had taken care of all the chores, big and small, since his arrival.
In his heart, this boy was already part of his family.
Before leaving, Yi Feng left orders for the attendant across the street to look after Zhong Qing. After all, he didn't know how many days he would be away for. Then he took a sickle and entered the mountains.
As the saying goes, looking at the mountains makes the horses die of exhaustion. It took a full three days before Yi Feng reached the foot of the mountain.
Fortunately, there weren't many ferocious beasts in the mountains. He could usually fill his stomach with wild fruits and rabbits. The mountain spring water quenched his thirst. While gathering medicine, although tiring, the unique and wonderful scenery in the mountains was an invaluable visual feast.
In the days Yi Feng spent in the mountains, Pingjiang City was swept up in a frenzy of chasing his book.
A book titled "The Supreme Treasure and the Purple Cloud Immortal" appeared out of thin air.
The love, hate and twists of fate between the main characters resonated with countless people, so the first print of the book was instantly sold out.
This was the case not just for ordinary people, but most of the female disciples of Qingshan Sect were holding a copy.
"The master's books are indeed well-written. Only someone like him could write such books!"
Luo Lanxue sat crossed-legged atop Qingshan Sect, clouds swirling around her. Her beautiful figure appeared and disappeared in the distance, as lovely as a heavenly fairy.
In just two days, Luo Lanxue had finished reading the book once. When she closed the book, not knowing whether it was reluctance to part with the story or characters, tears filled her beautiful eyes.
"Xue'er."
At this moment, a figure landed next to Luo Lanxue. He radiated an imposing aura, standing with hands clasped behind his back looking at Luo Lanxue.
"Greetings, Eldest Senior Brother."
The person was Qingshan Sect's Zhu Yun. Luo Lanxue stood up and paid her respects.
"Xue'er, why has the Sect been so negligent recently? I don't see any disciples practicing in the drill grounds," Zhu Yun had just emerged from seclusion and found Qingshan Sect uncharacteristically quiet, completely lacking its usual vibrant scene. As the Sect Leader, he naturally did not wish to see this and spoke with traces of anger.
Hearing this, Luo Lanxue gave a wry laugh before replying, "I'm afraid this is related to Master Yi's book."
"Master Yi's book?"
Zhu Yun was shocked and stretched out his hand, "Do you have it?"
Luo Lanxue held out her jade hand.
Zhu Yun received the book and held it solemnly, asking, "This is really written by Master Yi?"
Luo Lanxue nodded solemnly.
Zhu Yun excitedly sucked in a breath, his feet sweeping over the sky as he instantly reached the horizon.
"Eldest Senior Brother, you..." Luo Lanxue called out.
"I'll go into seclusion for two days. Help me handle sect affairs, we'll discuss things afterwards." Zhu Yun's voice transmitted from the sky.
Luo Lanxue was taken aback.
"Eldest Senior Brother, didn't you just emerge from seclusion?"
But the sky...
Remained silent.
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?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
【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.)
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.”
