The annual poetry meeting was finally opened on the banks of the Chunxi River in Pingjiang City.
Here, the top talents of Pingjiang City gathered.
Here, people were not judged by their power or background, but only by their literary talent.
Of course, although this was said to be an event for mortals, cultivators could also participate. However, even if you were a cultivator, without good literary knowledge, you would still be looked down upon.
Such was the spirit of the literati!
Yi Feng, who had received an invitation, also came to the poetry meeting.
At the meeting, many people were showing off their poems and literary talent, but none of them could arouse Yi Feng's interest.
Having grown up immersed in the culture of the last five thousand years since he was young, he had already appreciated countless ancient poems passed down through the ages. These poems which seemed elegant on the surface but lacked real substance could not attract his interest at all.
Even the Three Hundred Tang Poems he had recited since childhood were enough to overwhelm these people.
However, in the bustling crowd, two gazes kept watching him.
One belonged to Yao Ling'er, the other to Mao Yun'er.
Finally, Yao Ling'er took a deep breath and walked towards Yi Feng.
"Whoops!"
Just as she approached Yi Feng, Yao Ling'er tripped.
But Yi Feng didn't even glance at her and walked right past her. Yao Ling'er fell down for nothing!
"Miss, are you alright?"
"Miss, how are you?"
Seeing such a peerless beauty fall to the ground, countless literati swarmed over, wanting to help Yao Ling'er up and voicing their gentle concern.
"Get lost!"
Yao Ling'er's expression darkened.
These mortal ants were not worthy of touching her at all.
It was just, why did he ignore her like this?
Could it be that she really could not get his attention?
Unknowingly, a hint of worry appeared in Yao Ling'er's eyes.
"Sir, hello."
At this time, Mao Yun'er walked over to Yi Feng in a timely manner, her pretty face blushing as she greeted Yi Feng.
"Oh, it's you..."
Yi Feng had seen Mao Yun'er before, but his expression was not very good.
Seeing Mao Yun'er reminded him of her father Mao Lin and the humiliation he had suffered from him that day, so Yi Feng simply greeted her briefly before brushing past her.
This left Mao Yun'er standing there alone, hurting inside.
"You, a mere mortal, think you can get the sir's attention? How laughable." At this moment, Yao Ling'er walked to Mao Yun'er's side and said coldly.
"And who are you?" Mao Yun'er frowned. She sensed absolute danger from this woman, especially from her slender figure like a water snake, which made her feel very threatened.
"Me?"
Yao Ling'er gave a cold laugh.
"I'm someone you can never compare with. You're not even qualified to covet the sir!"
Yao Ling'er sneered disdainfully, then looked towards Yi Feng's receding figure and continued to follow him.
Mao Yun'er gnashed her teeth in secret. Although this woman's beauty posed an absolute threat to her, she thought to herself that she was no less outstanding either.
Not willing to lose, Mao Yun'er also hurried after Yi Feng.
"Yi Feng."
Yi Feng, who was weaving through the crowds watching the poems written by cultivators from other realms, suddenly heard someone calling his name.
Turning his head, his expression immediately became complicated.
The one who had called out to him was none other than Peng Ying.
"Didn't expect to run into you here."
Peng Ying said coldly. Her attitude was different from before, as if there was hatred in her tone of speaking.
"Yeah, didn't expect to see you again here either."
Yi Feng felt rather complicated.
He was not a heartless person, but neither was he a saint with boundless compassion.
Although he had been heartbroken when Peng Ying ruthlessly left him that day, he had also cleanly removed her from his heart.
He no longer had any ripples in his heart for this woman.
"Yi Feng, I've already found out, don't think you can do as you please just because you wrote a decent book and Luo Lanxue of Qingshan Sect is backing you. You need to understand, you're still just a mortal in the end." Peng Ying sneered unkindly, "Although I was expelled from Qingshan Sect, Elder Brother Wu Jie has sent me a letter saying it won't be long before I can return to Qingshan Sect."
"In my eyes, you're still just a mortal, an ant."
Peng Ying ridiculed coldly.
She hated him for what had happened that day, especially being expelled from Qingshan Sect, which she could hardly let go of.
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.”
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
