Hearing the sound.
Lu Benwei's black robe gently stirred.
The pair of eyes behind the mist gazed at him.
"What are you?"
"Do you think you're worthy of me giving you face?"
"Kneel down!"
As soon as the words fell, Wolong Fu's legs suddenly slammed to the ground.
Lu Benwei walked past him, continuing to step by step.
Wolong Fu, kneeling on the ground, was drenched in cold sweat, his eyes wide open, almost losing his soul, even his spirit trembling.
His mouth stuttered, unable to utter a single word.
He no longer had the previous calm demeanor.
He clearly remembered that just a moment ago, it seemed as if the Heavenly Dao had issued an edict to him, making him utterly unable to resist.
If he hadn't knelt,
He would have been obliterated.
Wu Qian and the other two, who had hoped Wolong Fu would deal with Lu Benwei, saw Wolong Fu kneel down directly at Lu Benwei's command, and their bodies were covered in goosebumps.
"How...?"
"How could it be...?"
"How could Wolong Fu, the elder, kneel down...?"
Wu Qian's head was about to explode, trying to figure out why this happened.
You must know, Wolong Fu is one of the giants of the Heavenly Immortal Palace, although he is not particularly skilled in combat, but is renowned for his tactics.
But no matter what, he is one of the overlords of the Heavenly Immortal Palace.
This can be seen from the fact that the Treasure Gathering Tower is spread across the Immortal Realm, and no one dares to move against it, showing his power and strength.
However.
He knelt down in front of this black-robed man?
Wu Qian realized that he had greatly underestimated the strength of the black-robed man in front of him.
"What, Elder Luo, Elder Luo, what should we do?"
"Think of a way quickly, I don't want to die!"
Seeing Lu Benwei approaching step by step, Wu Qian's tears and snot rushed out, his only hand frantically grabbing Elder Luo's clothes, his voice filled with panic.
But with Wolong Fu already kneeling, what could Elder Luo do? Sweat pouring down, he had no idea what to do.
Finally.
The black robe stood in front of the two.
His figure magnified in their eyes, like a death god standing there.
The two struggled and retreated on the ground.
At this moment, a bony hand gently extended from the black robe, lightly tapping.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by an explosion, Wu Qian's only remaining hand suddenly exploded.
Screams continued.
Wu Qian, now completely like a silkworm without hands or feet, struggled and wriggled on the ground with terrified eyes.
"Hmph, I warn you to stop!"
Seeing this, Elder Luo mustered up the courage to threaten: "We are from the Heavenly Immortal Palace, the young master is the son of Wu Fan, the Great Emperor of the Heavenly Immortal Palace. If you don't stop, Wu Fan will not let you off."
"Oh."
From under the black robe.
A calm voice emerged.
The hand gently clenched.
The Elder Luo in front of him directly turned into nothingness.
"Ah, ah ah..."
Seeing Elder Luo suddenly turn into nothingness, Wu Qian's throat was like being stuck with a fishbone, gasping for breath in terror, struggling with his silkworm-like body, desperately wriggling.
Lu Benwei's expression remained indifferent.
The hand lifted.
The white finger bone once again emerged, the terrifying energy slowly enveloping Wu Qian, making people's scalps tingle.
Wu Qian's eyes widened.
His eyes filled with despair.
"Stop!"
At this moment.
From the sky.
A majestic voice came.
Then a figure tore through the space from the sky and walked out.
He had black hair flowing behind his head, exuding an aura of authority and superiority.
As soon as he walked out, the entire world seemed to change, the entire space filled with a suffocating atmosphere.
Those with weaker strength directly fell to the ground.
"Wu Fan?"
Seeing this, Wolong Fu, who was unable to move while kneeling, immediately exclaimed in surprise.
And Wu Qian, who was about to wait for death, saw this and immediately cried with joy.
"Hahaha..."
"It's my father."
"My father is here."
"Yes, my father had left a mark on me, as long as I'm in mortal danger, he can sense it."
"Hahaha, my father is here, I'd like to see who dares to kill me with my father here."
"Anyone who harms me will be executed by my father."
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!
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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.”
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.
