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.
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.”
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
【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.)
