The fading glow of the sunset spilled over, bringing with it the hazy golden light of dusk. The ground was covered in a sheet of gold.
In the courtyard,
Yi Feng was playing chess with Wu.
"Brother Yi Feng, let me tell you, recently a few old men came to the sect and are living in the woods over there. They keep sneaking glances in our direction. You can tell they are up to no good," Wu said softly to Yi Feng.
"Yeah, I noticed them already," Yi Feng said seriously, chess piece in hand. "They definitely don't seem like good people."
"I feel like they are peeping toms. If you don't believe me, take a look," Wu whispered.
Hearing this,
Yi Feng's gaze casually glanced over.
Sure enough.
Three men and one woman were lingering not far away in a small grove of trees, pretending to stroll around while sneakily peering in this direction.
"Yep, according to our intel these past few days, this esteemed one is likely just here to experience life."
"That would explain why he joined a small sect like Qingniu Sect, to experience life and play among the humans."
"Luckily we haven't revealed our cultivation bases. This way we can pretend to be mortals and get close to Senior, making it easier to build rapport."
"Hmph, like hiding our cultivation bases matters in front of him. Does he not already know who we are?"
"Sure he knows, but playing dumb is different. If this Senior pretends not to know we are the Martial Emperor while posing as a mortal to entertain him, he may even take a liking to us."
"You make a good point..."
Various voices came from the four.
Their faces were also filled with yearning.
After all, they were so close now to Senior, just waiting for the right chance. The opportunity was within grasp.
Suddenly,
Jian Hengtian could no longer contain the aura bursting from his body.
"Damn."
"Can't keep it suppressed anymore."
Jian Hengtian cursed under his breath, wanting to leave but finding his path blocked by the cold gazes of the other three.
"Jian Hengtian, we need an explanation."
"That's right, we need an explanation!"
"If you don't make everything clear today, don't even think about leaving!"
The three demanded.
"Hehe..."
"Um..."
"Hahaha..."
Jian Hengtian rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and explained,
"Actually, it's not a big deal..."
"I just happened to pick up some scraps last time in Yi Xian Valley."
"Hehe, so I accidentally reached the tenth level, just like that."
Jian Hengtian's words instantly reminded the three of the snake soup lying in Yi Xian Valley.
Their eyes widened in shock, guts twisting in regret.
So that was it.
The reason Jian Hengtian advanced so quickly was because he secretly licked that snake soup off the ground.
The three were furious!
This was utterly unfair.
Three huge opportunities had slipped through their fingers!
"Jian Hengtian, you scoundrel. You privately kept such a fortunate encounter to yourself without telling us. You're really crafty."
"That's right. I was wondering why you suddenly disappeared, claiming you needed to use the bathroom. Turns out you went off to feast alone."
"And you lied saying it was your Sword Emperor's legacy. You really fooled us miserably!"
The more the three spoke, the angrier they became. The jealousy in their hearts changed the way they looked at Jian Hengtian.
Seeing the three men approach threateningly, Jian Hengtian shivered and retreated repeatedly.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't be rash!"
"Impulsiveness is the devil, remember we are mortals now..."
"Ah!"
Before he could finish, a wretched scream.
Jian Hengtian was kicked to the ground by the three, then bombarded by a flurry of fists.
Spitting out mud, bruised and swollen, Jian Hengtian flipped Yun Tianlong over and pinned him down.
"Damn it, I'm at the tenth level now. Don't think I'm afraid of you lot. I told you guys to drink earlier but you insisted on pretending. Now you blame me?"
Seeing Yun Tianlong subdued, Liu Guyi and Li Canghai immediately pounced at Jian Hengtian again.
In no time,
the four were tangled in an indistinguishable brawl, wrestling with ordinary mortal strength to avoid exposing their cultivation.
Wrestling stripped their clothes to rags. It was an unbearable sight.
"Tsk tsk."
"Three men and one woman. How bold."
Yi Feng watched the four tumbling in the distance and immediately frowned.
These people are always sneaking around my door. They probably covet my beauty and are plotting something malicious...
If they have their way with my pure and flawless body, I may be...
Thinking this,
Yi Feng couldn't help but shudder.
He vowed on the spot to keep his distance from these people.
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
