"An old man?"
Zhu Shiguang's face was full of astonishment.
Usually, he couldn't even deceive anyone, and even if he forcefully captured a few people to the mountain, they would eventually escape.
But now, it was strange to suddenly have an old man wanting to enter the sect.
However, thinking that this old man's arrival could fill the gap left by the deceased disciple, Zhu Shiguang waved his hand and shouted, "Alright, alright, let the old man be, let that old man come in first."
"Yes!"
The disciple quickly stepped back.
Then, under his lead, a man in his fifties walked in.
"Wait on the side for a while. The Sect Master will attend to some matters first," Zhu Shiguang said, looking down at the letter in his hand.
Clearly, compared to the old man's gaze, he was more concerned about the sudden supplies and letters sent by the four major sects.
Upon hearing this, the disciple stepped back, and the old man waited at the lower end.
In the hall, there was only the sound of Zhu Shiguang flipping through the pages of the book...
After contemplating for a while, he still couldn't figure out the meaning behind the sudden arrival of the things sent by the four major sects. Frustrated, he set the letter aside.
Remembering that there was still an old man waiting, he picked up the teacup beside him and slowly raised his head.
"Oh my god."
As he raised his head, he was suddenly startled, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground.
"Jian Hengtian, why are you here?"
At this moment, Zhu Shiguang's cold sweat flowed, and his tongue became tied.
He never expected that Qingniu Sect would actually welcome such a great figure today—the Sect Master of Heng Tian Sword House had personally come to their Qingniu Sect.
What's more, he had kept him waiting for so long.
Thinking of the possible anger of the latter, Zhu Shiguang felt his scalp go numb, and his legs went weak as if they were about to kneel down, hastily apologizing.
However...
Jian Hengtian showed no sign of blame. Instead, he bowed to Zhu Shiguang and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, Sect Master Zhu, you are really too polite. Our sects are as close as family, so it's only natural for you to take your time."
Jian Hengtian's politeness surprised Zhu Shiguang, leaving him puzzled.
This kind of character, let alone coming to their Qingniu Sect, he, the Sect Master of Qingniu Sect, had only seen him from a distance before.
They were not on the same level at all.
Therefore...
The more polite Jian Hengtian was, the more flustered Zhu Shiguang became.
Trembling, he asked, "Sect Master Jian, please don't tease me. How could a divine figure like you possibly join our Qingniu Sect?"
However...
Before Zhu Shiguang finished speaking, a burst of laughter came from outside.
"What kind of divine figure is Jian Hengtian? It's better if Sect Master Zhu doesn't let him join Qingniu Sect."
After the voice fell, another figure arrived in the Qingniu Hall.
Seeing the newcomer, Jian Hengtian's face turned ashen, and he asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing here?"
"Hmph, if you can come, why can't I?"
The visitor glanced at Jian Hengtian, then approached Zhu Shiguang with a friendly smile, clasping his hands and politely saying, "Greetings, Master Zhu."
"Who, who are you?" Zhu Shiguang's mouth trembled as he couldn't help but ask.
"I apologize for the abruptness, Master Zhu. I am Li Canghai," the person replied with a smile on his face.
"Li?"
"Canghai?"
Zhu Shiguang took a few steps back in fear, staring with wide eyes, feeling utterly confused.
Well, what on earth is happening here?
His insignificant Qingniu Sect unexpectedly welcomed another divine figure.
But before he could even greet Li Canghai, two streams of light burst in from outside and landed outside the Qingniu Hall.
Even before the people entered, their voices could be heard.
"Jian Hengtian, Li Canghai, you two old fellows arrived quite fast!"
"Hmph, luckily, we caught up; otherwise, you would have seized the advantage."
Finally, a man and a woman walked in.
"You guys aren't...?" Zhu Shiguang's eyelids twitched as he spoke to Jian Hengtian and Li Canghai with such a tone. A daring guess rose in his mind, but he didn't dare to be certain, so he couldn't help but ask aloud.
As soon as he asked, the man and woman walked towards him, confirming his guess.
"Liu Guyi, pay respects to Master Zhu."
"Yun Tianlong, greetings, Master Zhu."
Zhu Shiguang directly fainted on the ground.
This shock was too great for him!
Even the Martial King-level ancestor of his Qingniu Sect, if he could jump out of his grave, wouldn't have expected that today, the four sect masters would gather at his Qingniu Sect.
You see, Zhu Shiguang was just a Martial Spirit.
But the four people in front of him were all Martial Emperor-level existences, individuals who could make the North Sea tremble with a mere shake of their feet.
The disparity between them was truly enormous.
When Zhu Shiguang regained consciousness, he found the four sect masters surrounding him, expressing various concerns.
"Master Zhu, are you alright?"
"Master Zhu, perhaps you've exhausted yourself."
"But it's alright; I have a dan medicine of sect-grade quality. If Master Zhu takes it, you'll feel better."
"Don't bother with your lousy sect-grade dan medicine; here, I have a sacred-grade one."
Watching the overly enthusiastic four sect masters, Zhu Shiguang was not simply flattered at this moment. Instead, he trembled with nervousness.
"Big shots, don't fool around with me. What exactly is the matter with you guys?"
Zhu Shiguang asked nervously, his voice tinged with a crying tone.
"Master Zhu, what are you talking about? We've genuinely come to join your esteemed sect."
"Yes, from now on, the four of us are all under the leadership of Master Zhu."
Zhu Shiguang's scalp went numb.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes!"
The four of them said in unison.
Zhu Shiguang swallowed nervously, stabilizing his mind.
Taking another look at the solemn four individuals, he reluctantly accepted this dream-like reality.
"So, how should I arrange positions for the four of you in my Qingniu Sect?"
"Elder, Vice Sect Master?"
Zhu Shiguang asked cautiously.
Although he didn't know the true intentions of these four great experts, he had no choice but to try arranging positions like this.
"Oh, Master Zhu, there's no need to be so polite. Just assign us as menial workers," Jian Hengtian said with a smile.
"Yes, just as menial workers," the others chimed in, their faces filled with anticipation.
Zhu Shiguang was dumbfounded once again.
What was that flicker in the eyes of the four just now?
It was fervor!
Indeed, in the eyes of those four, he saw the fervor towards his identity as a menial disciple of the Qingniu Sect.
Heavens!
What on earth is happening?
The sect master of the Four Great Sects of North Sea actually wants to become a menial disciple in his lowly sect. If this news were to spread, it would probably shock the ancestors of the Qingniu Sect to death.
Just as his mind was going blank, several storage rings were handed to him.
"Master Zhu, please accept these."
"Yes, we hope for your understanding."
"Just a small gesture, no need to be polite."
As he looked at the four storage rings in his hand, Zhu Shiguang's eyes widened.
This is...
A gift?
Zhu Shiguang was rendered speechless, and with a thud, he collapsed, suffering a myocardial infarction...
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
【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.”
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.
