However.
Several more hours passed, and the center of the formation's eye didn't emit any light, not even a single hair.
Determined not to give up, Yi Feng tried again and again...
Finally.
He stomped on the items arranged for the formation until they were completely ruined.
"Damn it!"
"What the hell are you forming a formation for!"
He cursed loudly, then sat down on the steps with a black face.
He finally understood that formations were just not meant for him.
As for breaking that so-called Demon Great Formation, Yi Feng guessed it must have been the system's doing.
"I thought I was a formation master, only to be disappointed again!"
"Sigh!"
Yi Feng sighed softly, dragged his tired body, washed up briefly, and went to bed.
However.
As days went by.
More and more powerful figures arrived in Tianlun City because of him, and the number of people visiting him kept increasing!
From the elderly to the young.
Some offered olive branches, while others knelt outside his courtyard, begging to be his disciples.
This feeling of being worshipped and admired was quite nice, but the problem was, he truly had no clue about formations.
"How many times do I have to say it? I told you, I don't understand formations, and I'm not some formation master!"
Facing a group of young men and women kneeling at his doorstep, Yi Feng had no choice but to explain patiently.
"The senior's understanding of formations has reached the realm of celestial beings, yet he still humbly claims not to understand them. This truly makes us feel ashamed!"
The young men and women knelt on the ground, speaking respectfully.
Yi Feng covered his forehead with one hand and looked up at the sky.
Good heavens.
What kind of weirdos are these people?
Why is it that the more I explain, the more confused they become?
Originally, he did want to take in these people, as he needed to accept one last disciple, but they simply didn't meet the system's approval.
Most importantly, he really wasn't a formation master. Teaching them would only lead to misguiding them, and he might end up in an embarrassing situation!
"You should leave. I can't teach you!"
Yi Feng explained patiently once more.
"If even the senior can't teach us, then there's no one in this world who can."
The young men said respectfully.
"Exactly, exactly."
A few more young men arrived from afar, knelt down in unison, and said sincerely, "If the senior can't teach us, then who in this world would dare to call themselves a teacher?"
Seeing more people arriving, Yi Feng was completely speechless.
"Fine, fine, you say whatever you want, okay?"
"I'm awesome, okay?"
"You say I'm a sixth-rank master, then I'm a sixth-rank. Say I'm a seventh-rank, then I'm a seventh-rank. Satisfied now?"
Yi Feng cursed and slammed the courtyard door shut. He had finally realized that there was no point explaining to these people; no matter how he explained, they would still think he was amazing.
If he were truly amazing in formations, it would be fine, but the fact was, he couldn't even set up a simple light formation.
However.
The young men and women kneeling outside the door were completely thrown into turmoil.
"Did the senior just reveal his true self?"
A beautiful woman with delicate features asked nervously.
"Yes, the senior's meaning was that he could also be a seventh-rank master?"
A young man chimed in.
Upon hearing this, everyone present exchanged glances and simultaneously drew a cold breath.
Big news.
A huge revelation!
Originally, they thought the senior was a sixth-rank master, but now it seemed he was at least a seventh-rank!
Knowing that today's attempt to seek discipleship was futile, the group flew off in all directions.
"Brother, a shocking piece of news!"
A young man rushed back to the inn and told a waiting man, "I just heard the senior say himself that he could be a sixth-rank or even a seventh-rank master. The implication is clear—our previous assessment of him was wrong. His true rank is at least seventh-rank!"
"What?"
The man abruptly stood up.
"At least seventh-rank? Brother, are you sure you didn't misunderstand?" he asked in shock.
"Absolutely certain!"
The young man replied.
"This news is simply too shocking!"
After saying this, he shot out like a meteor, eager to share this news with his friends.
When he gathered everyone together, he couldn't wait to speak.
"Everyone, I've called you here today to share a shocking piece of news!" the man said solemnly.
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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.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
