Tianlan Mountain Range.
After several days of searching, Yi Feng finally found his money pouch.
Thus, he mounted his horse and resumed his fervent quest to find a disciple.
At the same time.
Deep within the mountain range, a spatial fluctuation occurred.
Two figures emerged from a spatial rift.
One of them was Zhen Wuji.
The other was Cheng Liyuan, an elder from the Desolate Sect who had accompanied him.
"Is this where my grandfather usually resides?"
Zhen Wuji took a deep breath, his heart filled with excitement.
After speaking, he unleashed a surge of energy and soared into the sky.
"Grandfather, it's me, your grandson Zhen Wuji. I've come to see you!"
Zhen Wuji's voice boomed, shaking the mountains and forests.
Seeing this, Cheng Liyuan hurriedly followed.
"Why are you following me?"
Zhen Wuji shot a cold glare at him and said in a low voice, "What gives you the right to follow me? If you disturb my grandfather, can you bear the consequences?"
"Get down and kneel below!"
Zhen Wuji's commanding voice echoed.
Cheng Liyuan's face turned ashen.
Throughout the journey, he had endured countless humiliations from Zhen Wuji, but he had no choice but to swallow his anger.
Yet now, he was being ordered to kneel. He was, after all, a respected elder.
But remembering Zhen Wuji's grandfather, Cheng Liyuan gritted his teeth and complied.
With a grim expression, he knelt on one knee.
Zhen Wuji was right—while Zhen Wuji dared to roar and fly freely in these mountains, Cheng Liyuan did not have the same audacity.
At that moment.
A figure descended from the sky with a whoosh, landing a hundred paces away from the two.
Both of them shuddered.
"Grandfather, it's me, your grandson!"
Zhen Wuji immediately shouted.
Cheng Liyuan also gasped in awe.
Indeed, seeing was believing.
Even without considering anything else, the sheer speed of this person was enough to prove his strength at the 20th level of True Immortal.
But to his surprise, Yi Feng in the distance completely ignored them.
He scratched his ear, glanced around, and muttered in confusion.
"Did someone call for a grandfather?"
"Must have misheard. There's no grandfather in these mountains."
Yi Feng relieved himself on the spot and then flew away.
Cheng Liyuan and Zhen Wuji, who had chased after him, were left dumbfounded.
He just... left?
"Why?"
Zhen Wuji's eyes widened in disbelief.
Cheng Liyuan was equally stunned.
His own descendant was right in front of him, and he didn't even spare a glance?
That didn't make sense.
Could he have not noticed?
That was impossible.
With his abilities and strength, he should have sensed Zhen Wuji the moment he released his aura in the mountains.
Was Zhen Wuji not favored?
That couldn't be the case either. They had done their research—Zhen Wuji's arrogance was justified because he was indeed Zhen Jian's most beloved grandson.
Moreover, Zhen Jian was notoriously protective of his own. If he knew Zhen Wuji was here, he wouldn't have ignored him.
"Could it be that this person isn't Senior Zhen Jian?"
Cheng Liyuan couldn't help but mutter.
"Shut up!"
Zhen Wuji barked sharply, "He is my grandfather!"
Even though the face before him was vastly different from the one in his memories, Zhen Wuji refused to accept this reality.
After waiting so long for his grandfather's return, Zhen Wuji had expected to dominate the entire Desolate Realm, even looking down on the Desolate Sect. How could he suddenly become a nobody?
He quickly took off, chasing in the direction Yi Feng had gone.
Just as he rose into the air, another whooshing sound echoed.
Zhen Wuji's eyes lit up, filled with excitement.
"Haha, I knew it! How could my grandfather ignore me? He's coming back for me!"
Zhen Wuji laughed heartily.
But the next moment.
With a loud bang, Zhen Wuji was struck and disintegrated...
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.)
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.”
