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.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
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
