Even though Yi Feng didn't make any purchases this time, he had already bought plenty from the store previously.
Now, within a hundred meters surrounding his martial arts hall, a picturesque little orchard had been created, forming a stark contrast to the desolate environment elsewhere.
Every day after hunting vultures, Yi Feng would lie at the entrance of his martial arts hall on Dark Shadow Island, enjoying the sea view while eating fruit and drinking alcohol he had brought from the Immortal River Continent.
The fragrance of alcohol wafted through the air.
However, the wolf skin he wore didn't quite match his leisurely and refined lifestyle.
Fortunately, he had another set stored in his spatial ring, which he had prepared to avoid going naked if he ever needed to leave.
But now that his environment was so pleasant, without having to endure wind and rain, he didn't mind wearing these clothes.
At that moment.
In a cliff.
A man, nothing but skin and bones, who had been in a deep slumber, struggled to open his eyes.
He sniffed the air.
"Alcohol!"
"That's the smell of alcohol!"
He breathed in greedily, his whole body trembling with excitement.
It was hard to imagine.
For someone who had been confined on this island for countless years, only able to survive by entering deep sleep and reducing his bodily functions to the bare minimum, how great a shock it was to suddenly smell alcohol.
He didn't know how many years he had spent at the bottom of this cliff, his body long since ravaged by the brutal atmosphere.
But perhaps lured by the scent of alcohol, he mustered what little strength remained in his body and slowly stood up for the first time in many years.
As he exerted his strength, his appearance of being on his last legs improved slightly.
He followed the scent of alcohol up the mountain.
As he got closer, the smell of alcohol grew stronger, and his breathing became increasingly greedy.
"I'm already at the end of my rope. If I could just have a sip of alcohol, it would be worth dying for."
He muttered weakly, his eyes glimmering with hope.
It was clear to see what inhuman torment those confined here had to endure.
Those qualified to come here were originally quite powerful.
But now, his dying wish was merely to have a sip of alcohol.
The scent of alcohol grew stronger and stronger.
This meant he was getting closer and closer.
He was certain it was coming from the hilltop ahead.
He hurriedly raised his head.
But this glance was extraordinary.
He was so shocked his eyeballs nearly popped out.
Look at that!
Green.
Trees.
An orchard.
There was even a house.
The scene before him left him too excited for words.
He couldn't remember how many years he had been on Dark Shadow Island.
But on this island, apart from the black sea, all he had seen was endless desolation, desolation, desolation...
Now.
There was vegetation and an orchard.
He almost broke into a run, rushing towards that place.
He even ignored the increasingly strong scent of alcohol.
Finally.
He arrived outside the house.
He was even more shocked.
Because surrounding this house was an overwhelming spiritual energy, completely untouched by the brutal atmosphere.
He breathed in greedily.
He even spread his arms, raised his head, and took a deep breath.
He almost shed tears.
"Air."
"Fresh air!"
His body trembling, he cried out excitedly.
He couldn't remember how many years it had been since he had experienced such an environment.
Under this spiritual energy, he felt his internal organs, ravaged by the brutal atmosphere, improve significantly.
His parched throat became moist.
In just a brief moment, his complexion became ruddy, a stark contrast to when he had just emerged from the cliff.
Suddenly, at that moment.
A young man in white robes walked out from the house next door.
The man immediately turned his gaze to this white-robed youth.
He scrutinized him from every angle.
The white robe was immaculate.
His complexion was healthy and normal.
He had an extraordinary aura.
In his left hand, he held a small jug, and in his right, a small cup.
This appearance was not at all like someone surviving on this island.
What kind of person was this?
The man's heart filled with doubt.
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
