“Huh?”
“What?”
Yi Feng was utterly bewildered.
He couldn’t help but instinctively touch his face.
Him.
Was he really that handsome?
Had his looks reached such an otherworldly level?
A stunning beauty, and not just any beauty—she was the sect leader of some prestigious sect.
In short, she was a beautiful, powerful, and wealthy woman, a true "white, rich, and beautiful" type, who had just confessed her feelings and proposed to him out of the blue.
“Miss, I know I’m handsome, but isn’t this a bit too hasty? This is about your lifelong happiness, and you don’t even know who I am…” Yi Feng spoke earnestly, while subconsciously smoothing his clothes and brushing his hair.
Though he tried to sound reasonable, he couldn’t help but feel a little smug inside.
However.
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold, gleaming sword was pressed against his neck, wielded by a black-clad figure who had arrived with Shi Qingwu.
This man was clearly Shi Qingwu’s most loyal subordinate, and as soon as he heard her words to Yi Feng, he understood her intentions.
“What’s this?”
“Are you kidnapping me in broad daylight?” Feeling the chill of the blade on his neck, Yi Feng wasn’t afraid. After all, he was no ordinary man.
Though he couldn’t gauge their exact strength, he could sense that their cultivation levels were negligible.
“You’ve misunderstood,” Shi Qingwu said softly, her jade-like hand gently pushing the sword away from Yi Feng’s neck. Her expression remained cold as she continued, “I just want to make a deal with you.”
“A deal?” Yi Feng frowned.
Shi Qingwu didn’t elaborate but instead waved her hand at the black-clad figure behind her.
The man stepped forward and explained the situation to Yi Feng in detail.
In short, they needed Yi Feng to pretend to be Shi Qingwu’s childhood sweetheart and accompany her back to her sect to silence the elders.
“Let me be clear, this comes with risks. You’ll become a target,” Shi Qingwu added coolly after the explanation. “So, it’s up to you whether to agree or not. If you refuse, you can leave now. If you accept, name your terms—anything within my power.”
She stared at Yi Feng with an impassive expression.
To her, it didn’t matter who played the role; she just needed someone to fill it.
As for Yi Feng, he simply happened to catch her eye.
If he refused, she could easily find someone else.
However.
Yi Feng didn’t seem to care about the risks. His mind was fixated on Shi Qingwu’s words: “Name your terms.”
“Alright!”
“Since you said I can name my terms, I’ll do just that.”
Yi Feng slammed the table and stood up, declaring boldly.
Shi Qingwu gave him a surprised look.
Anyone with half a brain could see the pros and cons of this situation. Taking on this task could be life-threatening.
Yet, this man had agreed without hesitation.
It was truly unexpected.
“Go ahead, state your terms.”
She resumed her icy demeanor, speaking calmly.
“Well… ahem, my demands might be a bit high!” Yi Feng cleared his throat, his eyes darting around as he observed Shi Qingwu.
“Speak.”
Though her expression remained cold, Shi Qingwu was mentally prepared.
Yi Feng’s quick agreement surely meant he had something significant in mind.
She expected him to demand something extravagant, perhaps even a top-tier Immortal Artifact or a celestial-grade treasure.
But she had already decided that if Yi Feng could help her overcome this crisis, she was willing to part with such treasures.
“Alright, here it is. Listen carefully.”
Yi Feng cleared his throat again, raised a finger, and his expression turned serious.
Seeing him like this, even Shi Qingwu felt a bit tense, her eyes fixed on him.
Finally.
Under their intense gazes, Yi Feng spoke slowly and deliberately, “I want 100,000 Celestial Crystals.”
“Huh?”
“???”
Even with her calm demeanor, Shi Qingwu was taken aback.
That’s it?
Just 100,000 Celestial Crystals?
Shi Qingwu was speechless. She had expected something far more significant, but Yi Feng’s grand announcement turned out to be such a modest request.
After all, 100,000 Celestial Crystals wouldn’t even be enough to buy a mid-tier Immortal Artifact.
Seeing their stunned silence, Yi Feng felt awkward.
Damn.
I overdid it.
Did I just ruin the deal?
Just as Yi Feng was regretting his boldness, a storage ring was tossed in front of him.
“Here’s 200,000 as a deposit. You’ll get another 300,000 when the job is done.”
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.)
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
