Just as he was about to seek revenge on the old woman, he suddenly noticed a rooster eyeing him from the side. With its comb raised and eyes reddened, it charged at him with a series of clucks.
The rooster's head swooped down.
Fourth Brother's eyes widened.
A sharp pain shot through him as he realized half his body was gone.
Looking up, he saw that the rooster had pecked away half of him.
Having tasted something delicious, the rooster clucked incessantly, then lowered its head again, and Fourth Brother's other half vanished as well.
...
But the most unfortunate of all were Second Brother and Third Brother.
Zhong Qing had just moved a stool to the riverbank, preparing to admire the Twin Peaks Mountain landscape. He had barely lit a coil of mosquito repellent, an invention of Yi Feng's from the past, when the two rushed over.
They had only been exposed to a tiny whiff of smoke.
Yet both insects met their demise instantly.
...
At this moment, the leader of the group, the Man, also landed on the island.
After landing, he found a dark spot and huddled there.
"This island is indeed extraordinary," he thought.
Recalling what had just happened, he still felt a lingering fear.
Because he had been discovered by someone.
It was a young boy of just a few years old, still wearing open-crotch pants, who had spotted him immediately. The child reached out with both hands, trying to catch him.
The boy babbled foolishly, "Catch the little flying bug, catch the little flying bug."
The two struggled for a long time.
The Man employed his fastest speed, exerting tremendous effort to finally escape from the child's grasp.
"A child?" he thought to himself.
"Hmph, only a fool would believe you're just a child."
"Casually wielding spatial powers, you're probably not much different from that manure carrier."
"If I were deceived by your appearance, I'd be an idiot. You're likely an ancient monster who has lived for many years!"
"If it weren't for my cunning, I might have truly been fooled by your exterior and fallen into your trap."
"If that manure carrier was the first level of challenge on this island, then this child must be the second level!"
The Man smirked.
"Though I was targeted by this child, it undoubtedly drew away the fire."
"I assume Second Brother, Third Brother, and the other brothers have successfully landed on the island by now!"
"Very well, I don't necessarily need to investigate personally. I just need to keep this child's attention, preventing him from dealing with the others, giving them enough time to gather intelligence. That's not a bad strategy."
With this in mind, the Man began to regulate his breathing.
Over the next few days, the Man would occasionally appear before the child, attracting his attempts to capture him, thus buying time for his brothers.
After a full three days, the Man finally breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face.
"Excellent."
"The expert disguised as a child on the island has indeed had his attention drawn by me."
"But as the saying goes, 'The way is one foot high, the devil ten feet high.' You've ultimately been outmaneuvered by me. If I'm not mistaken, the others have successfully gathered the intelligence and are waiting for me on the southern shore."
"That being the case, I should go meet up with them!"
The Man, maintaining a cautious mindset, endured countless hardships.
He finally reached the southern shore.
The southern shore was a vast square, deserted during the day.
Of course, his brothers weren't there either.
In fact, there wasn't a single soul to be seen.
"What's going on?" he wondered.
"Could something have happened to them?"
"No, impossible!"
"That powerful expert disguised as a child has been kept occupied by me. They couldn't have encountered any danger."
"Yes, they'll be back soon."
"Wait, I'll just wait!"
He had complete confidence in his brothers.
However, for safety's sake, he squeezed into a crevice in the cliff, keeping a close watch on his surroundings, waiting for his brothers to arrive.
He waited.
Until evening came.
His brothers hadn't shown up, but a large group of women arrived instead.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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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.
