Thinking of this, he rode Man Man slowly toward Pingjiang City.
"I didn't expect that this time it was me who misunderstood you, dog system!"
Yi Feng sat on Man Man's shell, grabbed the feelers on top of his head, and couldn't help but say, "The speed is not slow, it's like a little electric donkey. The key is that it's amphibious. Apart from feeling a little uncomfortable sitting on it, it's really quite useful."
This time, he went to Pingjiang City because he wanted to find Lu Qingshan again and ask him about the matter of Establishing a Sect qualification.
When he arrived at the gate of Pingjiang City, Yi Feng put Man Man away.
After all, it's better not to attract people's attention with this kind of thing.
Coincidentally, at the gate of Pingjiang City, Yi Feng bumped into Lu Qingshan.
"Greetings, sir."
Lu Qingshan was also very excited to see Yi Feng and hurriedly bowed.
"Don't stand on ceremony, old man. I came to ask you something."
Yi Feng put his arm around Lu Qingshan's shoulder and pulled him aside, asking in a low voice, "Old man, what did you say last time about the Qualification for Establishing a Sect?"
"Sir, in order to maintain the balance of power on the continent and reduce chaos, each region has an organization composed of major sects. To establish a sect, you need to get permission from this organization."
Lu Qingshan patiently explained, "In fact, this permission is also very simple. The person who establishes the sect must either have the cultivation base of at least a Martial Master, or have a record of at least being a disciple in another sect."
Yi Feng frowned.
For cultivators, this was easy, but for him, it was as difficult as ascending to heaven!
Stroking his chin, he couldn't help but ask again, "By the way, what would be the consequences if one establishes a sect privately without qualification?"
"Well..."
Lu Qingshan hesitated and said, "Then the organization would punish them and annihilate the illegally established sect directly!"
Upon hearing this, Yi Feng shuddered instinctively.
It seemed that trying to sneakily establish a sect was out of the question! After all, such an organization was jointly organized by all the sects, and he couldn't afford to offend them.
And it was absolutely impossible for him to attain the cultivation base of a Martial Master. Therefore, after thinking it over, he could only try his luck to see if there was a shortsighted sect willing to recruit him.
"Thank you, old man."
Yi Feng then prepared to return.
But after taking two steps, he remembered something. He looked back at Lu Qingshan and hurriedly asked, "By the way, old man, what are you doing here?"
"Ah, uh... I'm here to..."
Lu Qingshan was hesitant and equivocal.
He didn't come to the city gate for no reason, but someone had contacted him. Two cat girls wanted to chat with him, because he liked them.
Who would have thought he would run into Yi Feng here.
But how could he say such things in front of the sir? What would the sir think of him?
So he hemmed and hawed, and didn't explain for a long time.
"Sigh!"
Yi Feng sighed, seeing Lu Qingshan's dilemma.
He had been in Pingjiang City for so long and didn't even know what this place at the city gate was for?
This was a hiring point where many low-level people would come every day to find work, and some mine owners or managers of other hard labor would come here to recruit workers.
So it was obvious why Lu Qingshan was here.
He must be looking for a job.
Coupled with the fact that he knew Lu Qingshan was very poor and had to support a niece who needed cultivation resources, it must be a nine out of ten chance.
But Lu Qingshan had too much self-esteem and was ashamed to admit he was poor in front of him, for fear that Yi Feng would look down on him, which was why he was so equivocal.
The poor really had it hard.
Thinking of this, he patted Lu Qingshan on the shoulder and said softly, "Old man, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I understand these things!"
"You understand, sir?"
Lu Qingshan shuddered.
He couldn't help but wipe the sweat off his forehead.
The sir really was the sir. He even knew about this?
"Of course I understand." Yi Feng sighed feelingly, then said admonishingly, "It's just that this kind of thing is harmful to the body, especially at your age, can you stand it?"
What Yi Feng said also made sense.
Which kind of hard labor doesn't hurt the body?
Especially for someone as old as Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan suddenly bowed his head, his face flushed like pig's liver.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
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."
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
