"Crack crack crack crack......"
"Hua la......"
On this day.
Firecrackers sounded on the small island.
Today was an important day, the official start day of construction on the small island.
Han Tianque and Guan Yunpeng, the two old men, had invited a new batch of masons to build walls. Not only that, Yi Feng had also made many high quality bricks from his kiln.
It was believed that before long, a new sect would be erected on the island.
Beside them, Han Tianque and Guan Yunpeng stood there stroking their beards with their chests sticking out.
Behind them were the powerful cultivators that they had found from all over the Immortal River Continent through endless effort.
The weakest among them was a Six Lives Martial Emperor!
Only the heavens knew how much they had talked to persuade them to come, how many vicious oaths they had made, and how patiently they had coaxed them over.
Today was finally the day for them to raise their brows and spit in pride.
Looking at how the group stared at the pile of bricks on the ground, it was clear they would be obedient from now on.
And in the future on this island, they would also have to watch their faces when speaking.
So what if you were an emperor outside? Here you would obey!
We two old men were appointed by the master, who would dare disobey orders?
"Why are you so anxious, have you never seen the world?" Han Tianque shouted at the group of masons and martial emperors behind him.
"That's right, do you understand order?"
"This is not where you came from. Here, everything must be done cautiously." Guan Yunpeng also chimed in, folding his arms behind his back and glaring at everyone.
Facing the scolding from two men so much lower in rank, the martial emperors all lowered their heads.
They were not blind. Not only the pile of bricks, but every person who casually walked by on the island made their souls tremble.
So in this situation, who would dare act recklessly?
But the fiery zeal in their eyes still could not be hidden. Their feet stamped the ground, like arrows on taut bows, hardly able to wait to start moving bricks.
"Alright."
"Let's start work!" Yi Feng shouted to officially begin after a simple ceremony.
"Tap tap tap tap tap..."
As his voice fell, the sound of footsteps rose like tide.
The group of masons rushed towards the pile of bricks as if they had gone mad.
"These bricks..."
"Mmm mmm mmm!"
"Nom nom..."
"Hahahaha..."
They laughed loudly, some hugging the bricks and kissing them intensely, some pouncing on top of the bricks, truly appearing like ravenous wolves.
"These masons are really overly passionate!" Yi Feng said in disbelief.
But soon, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
He had to admit, there were some things here that surpassed his previous world. The purity, etiquette, and passion for work of the people here...
Take these masons for example. Their passion for their work had reached an extreme.
Look, they had just started and were already madly working, those moving bricks moved bricks, those building walls built walls...
Seeing that the arrangements were finally satisfactory to the master, Han Tianque and Guan Yunpeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"But of the two of us, we're the most useless on the island." Han Tianque muttered.
"That's right, we're the most useless."
Guan Yunpeng lamented softly: "I'm most envious of your disciple. With the master's help, he directly refined so many bricks at the immortal level. His future is limitless!"
"Cough, that's also his own fortune. I just hope we'll also get some fortune from the master soon." Han Tianque said.
"Don't rush, when the time comes, we'll certainly receive it." Guan Yunpeng admonished.
Han Tianque lowered his head and didn't speak further, just nodded obediently.
"Hey you two old men, want some candy beans?" Yi Feng called out to the two old men.
The two quickly raised their heads and looked at Yi Feng in confusion.
"Here, have some candy."
Yi Feng ignored them and directly threw two pills over.
These were given to him by Hei Yu, who had also given him a small knife from who knows where.
He had tried one of the pills. It was sour.
But it would be a waste to throw them away, so he might as well give them to the two old men.
As for the dagger...
Yi Feng looked it over. It didn't seem like much, probably more junk Hei Yu had picked up from somewhere. He casually put it in his pocket and left.
The two old men scrambled to catch the pills Yi Feng had thrown over, and were stunned in place. Their eyes brimmed with excitement.
"Such rich energy."
"This pill, it can't be considered a pill anymore, but rather an immortal pill!"
"Wah, we knew that as long as we diligently helped the master, he would never shortchange us."
The two old men bowed towards Yi Feng's departing figure.
Yi Feng called Ye Bei to take a break from his tasks and help move things from the martial arts hall.
After all, he had completely moved to the small island now, so Yi Feng wanted to bring over his daily necessities and some things he liked.
The martial arts hall was still the martial arts hall. He would still go back and stay there sometimes when he had time.
Yi Feng led Ye Bei and the others back and forth for two to three days, and finally moved many things over from the martial arts hall.
Everything was neatly organized there and didn't seem like much.
But going through each item, there were truly a damn lot of them, all kinds of clutter.
So many things that Yi Feng had brought over from the martial arts hall were placed all over the open spaces on the small island, under trees and on rocks.
For example, his books, recliners from the yard, fans, umbrellas, and all kinds of odds and ends...
Immortal Realm.
Ever since that day with Hei Yu, Su Xuanjun had been in secluded cultivation.
He said he was in secluded cultivation, but he was actually in hiding.
Every day hiding like this was difficult to bear, living in constant anxiety.
But suddenly, he thought of something not right.
"That boatman and monk shouldn't exist in this world!"
"Their identities were just my own guesses. There's no other proof!"
"So if that boatman and monk aren't who I guessed them to be, then that white robed man Yi Feng also wouldn't be as incredible as I imagined."
He paced back and forth in the hall.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt like he had just scared himself this time.
Then, he raised his head.
He made a major decision in his heart.
"I'm going to that island again to investigate properly."

【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.”

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

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.