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.
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.”
【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.)
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."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
