Facing Bai Qianyi's questioning, although the two were panicked, they were not too afraid.
Instead, they respectfully clasped their hands.
"Ye Neng, Ye Yi, we have seen the True Palace goddess."
"You have not yet answered my question," Bai Qianyi's pupils shrank as a pressure swept towards Ye Neng father and daughter.
The two felt as if bearing thousands of pounds, forehead drenched in cold sweat, almost unable to stand steady.
But they still persevered.
"Sorry, we cannot agree."
The two said firmly.
"Oh?"
Bai Qianyi looked at them.
"It surprises me, seems there are still one or two backbone in the North Sea, not all trash, at least you have backbone."
Bai Qianyi's words made the others' faces very ugly, but they did not dare retort.
"But even with backbone, it cannot be a reason for you to disobey!"
Bai Qianyi said indifferently: "I'll give you another chance."
"Surrender, or die!"
As her voice fell, an even greater pressure overwhelmed Ye Neng.
"Crack crack!"
Under the huge pressure, exceeding what they could endure, their leg bones cracked as skin oozed blood.
But they still did not kneel.
"Sorry, as believers we cannot surrender to anyone except him."
Ye Neng looked up gritting his teeth, enduring the pain holding up Ye Yi, voice firm.
This was their way.
It was also respect for the one in their hearts.
As believers, kneeling meant breaking their conviction and betraying the one who taught them.
So they could not let their legs kneel before another.
"Believers?"
"I see."
Bai Qianyi sounded interested, but her tone suddenly changed.
"So what if you have someone you believe in?"
"In front of me Bai Qianyi, he is just a larger ant, if I want to take your lives today, who can protect you?"
As she spoke, her sleeve waved, the two flying heavily into the side of the vessel, spewing blood, extremely miserable.
"You..."
Ye Neng stared fiercely at Bai Qianyi. "Our deaths are trivial, but your insults to our teacher are punishable by death."
"Hahahaha."
Bai Qianyi laughed coldly. "Seeing you like this, I have some interest in this person behind you."
Saying so, she raised her foot, slowly approaching Ye Neng father and daughter.
"What do you want to do?"
Ye Neng stared at Bai Qianyi, voice deep.
"I happened to lack a slave to handle affairs, so I'll use you two to test whether the person behind you has the capability for the job."
Bai Qianyi sneered as two silver needles appeared in her hands.
"Soul-Suppressing Nails!"
Seeing this, all paled.
Being hit with these nails would seal all meridians, bringing immense pain for seven days until death.
"I want to see if your beloved savior can pull out these Soul-Suppressing Nails."
Bai Qianyi's palm moved, and the nails directly hammered into the pair's foreheads.
"Ah!"
Miserable screams, as their cultivation rapidly drained.
"Go!"
Indifferent to their screams, Bai Qianyi swept her palm sending the two flying down from the sky.
The sight chilled all, bodies trembling.
This woman's methods were too ruthless.
"What to do?"
Secretly, Jian Hengtian couldn't help asking the other three, "Watch the old geezer die?"
"What can we do?"
Liu Gu's tone was grave. "We've only heard legends of Soul-Suppressing Nails, never of removing them. Even if Qingniu Sect's elder acted, could he snatch them from death's jaws?"
Hearing this, they glared with hatred, but were powerless with their meager strength.
The most conservative estimate of Bai Qianyi's cultivation was Immortal Realm. To her, they were no different than ants with their tiny Martial Emperor cultivation.
"Remember, in future you will all work for my Baiyang Palace."
Bai Qianyi's gaze swept the crowd. "For useless trash like you all, it will be the glory of your life."
The crowd seethed with resentment but did not dare show the slightest defiance.
Bai Qianyi sneered coldly, not bothering with their hidden bitterness.
"Now, offer your first tribute!"
"Take out all your treasures."
"What?"
"Tribute with our treasures too?"
There was an uproar.
It was taking their lives!
"What's the matter?"
"Unwilling?"
Bai Qianyi said coldly: "I can also choose to kill you all and take them off your corpses."
Her words chilled them to the bone.
They had no doubts about her ruthlessness.
So unwillingly, they handed over their storage rings, one by one.
Soon the vessel was piled high with all kinds of treasures, secret manuals and skills. These were elite experts' most prized possessions, now mere junk in a pile.
Bai Qianyi only glanced briefly, casually taking a few items then destroying all the rest.
"You..."
Seeing this, many revealed hatred, as it showed extreme contempt.
Some was about to attack but stopped by companions, avoiding bloodshed.
"I'll notify you when there's tasks."
"Now scram!"
After destroying the treasures, she returned to her original spot.
In a mountain range, two shadows plunged from the sky, smashing a crater and billowing dust clouds.
Two agonized silhouettes crawled out from the crater, precisely Ye Neng father and daughter.
"Endure, my child."
"Come with me... to find teacher."
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?!
. 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.”
