"Let's not say anything more between us," Yi Feng said. He didn't want to say another word to her and walked right past her.
"Stop right there," Peng Ying said coldly. "After humiliating me like that, you think you can just leave so easily?"
"What do you want?" Yi Feng frowned.
"I don't want anything," Peng Ying said with icy sarcasm. "I just want to tell you that you'll always be trash at the bottom rung while I'm a disciple of Qingshan Gate and a cultivator. You'll never be good enough for me."
The conversation between Yi Feng and Peng Ying immediately drew quite a bit of attention from onlookers.
Everyone loves gossip after all.
"A worm like you only deserves to tend to your rundown martial arts school, living at the bottom your whole life. You probably won't even have a woman look your way."
Peng Ying lashed out with stinging insults.
This was her retaliation for the humiliation she had suffered at the Baofeng Company.
Slap!
But before she could finish, a slap landed on her cheek.
The one who hit her was Mao Yun'er.
Hearing Peng Ying insult the man she admired was too much for Mao Yun'er to bear, so she stood up.
"You're a frog in a well to question the literary talent of this gentleman. So what if you're a cultivator?" Mao Yun'er held nothing back in her retaliation.
"Who are you?" Peng Ying asked furiously, clutching her stinging cheek as she glared at Mao Yun'er with hatred.
"Mao Yun'er of the Pingjiang Company," she stated plainly.
"What?!"
"It's Mao Yun'er?!"
"I've heard she's not only talented in literature but the gem of the Pingjiang Company!"
"She's as graceful as the rumors say! But why is she standing up for this poor young man?"
The surrounding male admirers immediately voiced their surprise, turning their gazes onto Mao Yun'er.
Clearly, Mao Yun'er's reputation as the gem of the Pingjiang Company preceded her.
"Mao Yun'er of the Pingjiang Company?"
Peng Ying sounded sinister as she held her stinging cheek.
She couldn't understand why Mao Yun'er was standing up for Yi Feng, standing up for this man who had been abandoned right in front of her.
So she demanded indignantly, "So what if you're from the Pingjiang Company? This is between him and me. What business is it of yours? What's your relationship with him?"
"I have no relationship with him. I'm just a fan of the gentleman's Supreme Treasure," Mao Yun'er shot back undauntedly. At the same time, she turned back to Yi Feng and said, "Sir, I'm here. No one will dare say a bad word about you with me around."
"Thank you," Yi Feng nodded at her, his expression somewhat complicated.
He didn't like being a spectacle like this. If he had known, he wouldn't have come.
"A fan?"
Mao Yun'er's words stirred up Peng Ying's unpleasant memories.
A fan again.
Hadn't Luo Lansnow expelled him from the sect because of Supreme Treasure?
Luo Lansnow was one thing, but even Mao Yun'er was like this. A book written by a bottom rung worm attracted people so much?
It was just a book. How could it have such great influence?
Peng Ying didn't understand.
No matter how good the writing, it was still just by a mundane. There was a huge gap compared to cultivators.
"I don't care who you are. This is between him and me. I'm warning you, get out of the way right now!" Overcome by absolute hatred, Peng Ying issued a chilling threat to Mao Yun'er.
At the same time, she drew her longsword, unleashing the aura of a nine tier martial warrior.
So what if she was from the Pingjiang Company? Although she had been expelled from Qingshan Gate, she could soon return because of Wu Jie. With Qingshan Gate backing her, a mundane company was mere ants.
Therefore, she did not fear the Pingjiang Company at all.
Hence, she relentlessly unleashed her cultivator aura to pressure Mao Yun'er.
In that instant, Mao Yun'er's face went pale.
Although she was the gem of the Pingjiang Company, she was still just a mundane. She couldn't withstand the slightest pressure from a cultivator.
The other onlooking male admirers also recoiled from the overbearing aura.
After all, they were just ordinary people.
Slap!
But just then, another slap landed on Peng Ying's cheek. Then, an extremely sexy woman appeared before Peng Ying.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
【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.)
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
