Wu Yonghong felt a little nervous in his heart.
There was also some expectation.
After all, this was also the first time he had entered Yi Feng's lair, so he was also very curious about what was inside.
But as soon as he arrived at the door, it seemed that he had stepped on something that made his body tremble.
Then he looked down.
He suddenly widened his eyes.
Seeing this, the few accompanying old men looked over with disregard. It's just a broken stone, what's so good to see...
Hmm?
When they saw it clearly, the bodies of several people stiffened.
With their mouths wide open, their eyes flashed with incredible colors.
The stone under Wu Yonghong's feet seemed to be a Shocking Stone?
And placed here, it seemed to be used only to fill the steps?
The four looked at each other, and immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. Using Shocking Stones to fill the steps, what a great momentum!
Although they didn't lack such treasures, Shocking Stones were still imperial treasures. They were usually carefully placed, and would even be used as a trump card.
However, this person used them to fill the steps.
Just as the four were shocked, the abacus old man inadvertently saw something else, and his heart thudded.
Seeing this, the others quickly cast their eyes over.
Ka!
The eyeballs of several people almost fell out.
Another imperial treasure.
Swift Cloak!
It's just, why is this Swift Cloak so messy and dirty, just hanging there...
Seeing these old men walking slowly, Yi Feng, who was walking ahead, looked back and saw these old men staring at a cloth, which was very strange.
"Several elders, it's just a piece of cloth, what's so good to see?" Yi Feng couldn't help asking in confusion.
"Wipe..."
"Wipe cloth?"
Yi Feng's words shocked the chins of several people almost falling off.
Shocking Stones to fill the steps.
Swift Cloak as a wiping cloth.
Tsk tsk.
This style...
So unregarding of imperial treasures, it must be a Warrior Saint powerhouse!
In the hearts of the four people, the definition was instantly made.
Knowing that Yi Feng was a Warrior Saint powerhouse, the attitude of the three old men brought by Wu Yonghong made a 180 degree turn, becoming extremely respectful, while staring at Wu Yonghong resentfully: "Good for you, old Wu, why didn't you tell us clearly beforehand?"
"Yes, we almost offended this Warrior Saint master just now."
"Humph, if our attitude just now made the Warrior Saint predecessor angry, you won't get away with it."
"You, you're spewing blood from your mouth!" Wu Yonghong was so angry that his face was ashen. He said bitterly, "Did I say it or not? Was it said on the way? It was exhorted thousands of times, you just didn't believe it."
"Humph!"
The three old men snorted angrily, and followed Yi Feng with their heads nodding respectfully.
"Greetings, Master."
Just after entering the front hall, they found that Zhong Qing was carrying a ladder to rehang the eighteen god weapon paintings that had been taken down earlier. At this moment, he had just finished hanging the last one and walked down the stairs.
"My disciple has worked hard. We have guests, please help me move some stools over!"
Yi Feng said gently.
"Yes, Master."
Zhong Qing obediently walked inside to move stools.
Yi Feng turned back with a smile and said, "There are things drying inside, it’s a bit crowded, so let’s sit here in the front hall for a while!"
"You are too kind, sir."
The four old men nodded their heads and finally stepped into the front hall.
The eighteen god weapon paintings instantly enlarged in their eyes, and the boundless martial meaning and power of the Way accompanied by tremendous pressure enveloped the entire front hall.
"What?"
Seeing this scene, the four old men were stunned in place at almost the same time.
At this moment, the boundless martial meaning and power of the Way allowed them to absorb tremendous benefits. They discovered that their cultivation realm, which had been stuck for several hundred years, actually loosened at this moment.
Who exactly is this person?
Only at this moment did even Wu Yonghong himself feel confused.
Just now, he thought Yi Feng was a Warrior Saint powerhouse, one great realm higher than him, a Warrior Venerate. But now it seems, how is he just a Warrior Saint?
This, a Warrior Emperor?
No, a Warrior God!
But Warrior Gods don't seem to have such great momentum, could it be those supreme beings of the upper world?
Immortal.
Ah!
A breath of cold air.
This word was simply unattainable to them.
Thinking that Yi Feng might be an immortal warrior of the upper world, the blood of the four men boiled.
No wonder.
No wonder he looked like an ordinary person.
Only now did the four suddenly realize, and finally found the reason why they couldn't see through Yi Feng's cultivation realm.
"Please sit."
Stools were brought up, and Yi Feng handed them to the four men, while saying, "Wait here for a while, I'll go pour some water for you."
After finishing speaking, Yi Feng walked towards the backyard.
The moment Yi Feng left, the four old men instantly exploded.
"The martial meaning, the martial meaning, such powerful martial meaning, I've never seen such powerful martial meaning before. My cultivation realm, stuck for hundreds of years, has loosened!"
"Yes, mine also loosened. But unfortunately, such a great opportunity, yet I can't digest it all."
"I, let's go back outside to sit!" Wu Yonghong said with his face full of sweat.
As soon as his voice fell, Skeleton Old Man carried his stool and ran outside.
Although the others were reluctant, knowing that they simply couldn't digest it all, they also hurriedly carried their stools and sat outside the door.
"Huh? Why did you all go outside?"
Yi Feng came out with the water, and asked in confusion.
Hearing this, the few looked at Yi Feng with gratitude, but also with embarrassment.
They knew this was an opportunity Yi Feng gave them, but unfortunately their ability was insufficient. After such a short while they already couldn't endure it, and could only explain with bitter faces, "Uh, uh, the scenery outside is good, the scenery outside is good..."
"Yes, yes, the scenery is good."
The rest of them also laughed along.
"Alright then."
Yi Feng nodded, also understanding that these old men, after all at their age, wanted to bask in the sun, so he put down the water and said, "Let's play two games of chess. Wait here, I'll go grab them."
"Okay, okay."
The four men nodded busily.
Just then, Zhong Qing came out carrying the dried plaque and hung it up, using a ladder.
Almost instantly, the four men felt strong martial intent emanating from the plaque. Fortunately, the martial intent from the plaque wasn't as strong as the front hall. It didn't overwhelm them.
The four old men couldn't help but see stars.
Full of gratitude.
It seemed the senior understood they couldn't comprehend the martial intent in the front hall, and specially hung up the plaque for them to perceive.
"Such kindness!"
"Such great favor!"
"I absolutely can't fail to live up to the senior's kindness..."
The four men were moved to tears.
They hurriedly arranged their small bamboo stools in a row and sat obediently, perceiving the martial intent from the plaque.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.
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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
