"This is no place for you. Considering you possess some strength, I won’t resort to force—leave now!"
"Otherwise, based on your earlier actions alone, I could sentence you to death."
The Iron Tower Man spoke expressionlessly.
"I bear no ill will, but your subordinates went too far," Yi Feng retorted, raising an eyebrow. "The reason I’ve come here is to receive the Death Inheritance."
"Death Inheritance?"
The Iron Tower Man laughed mockingly. "You think defeating two gatekeepers of our Wind and Moon Sect qualifies you for the Death Inheritance?"
"Stop dreaming. Since I’m not punishing you for violating the island’s no-combat rule, take this chance to crawl back where you came from," he said coldly.
Yi Feng frowned.
Why were the people of Wind and Moon Island always so arrogant?
"Whether I can receive the Death Inheritance isn’t up to you—it’s your island master’s decision," Yi Feng replied.
"Kid, enough nonsense. You think you’re worthy of meeting our island master?" The Iron Tower Man’s voice turned icy. "One last chance: scram now, or your life ends here."
"Then try me."
Yi Feng smirked.
He knew exactly how strong Wind and Moon Island was.
All bark and no bite, acting as if they ruled the world.
If they were truly powerful, Yi Feng wouldn’t even bother with the Death Inheritance—he’d just provoke them into killing him outright.
"Fine. Since you refuse the easy way, don’t blame me."
The man snorted, swiftly forming hand seals while chanting incantations.
He was no fool.
Anyone bold enough to cause trouble outside the Moonlit Tower had to have some backing.
Plus, Yi Feng’s casual dismissal of his subordinates showed his strength.
So, he attacked with his full power.
As the final seal formed, space trembled, and a dark rift tore open.
Amidst the aura of destruction, two pairs of crimson eyes emerged.
Then, two flame-wreathed direwolves stepped forward, baring fangs as they glared at Yi Feng.
Clearly, this man was a summoner.
"Hmph."
Yi Feng instantly saw the beasts posed no threat. With a cold snort, he fixed them with a stare.
Under his gaze, the wolves shuddered violently.
It felt as if their very souls were laid bare.
Their ferocity vanished instantly—like frost-bitten eggplants, they wilted, whimpering and flattening themselves on the ground, tails tucked between their legs. Their eyes even held a plea for mercy.
What?!
The summoner’s jaw nearly dropped.
These wolves had taken him centuries to subdue, prized not just for their power but their indomitable pride.
Even after the contract, they’d never shown such submission—let alone fear—toward him.
Yet this stranger had cowed them with a single look?
"Who... who are you?" The Iron Tower Man gulped.
Though the wolves weren’t his strongest asset, he’d lost all will to fight.
Nearby, Feng Qianyue emerged from the Moonlit Tower with her maids.
Her delicate face was weary, brows knitted in exhaustion.
Lately, she’d been drained—caught in the sect’s factional strife, she’d sought opportunities in the Nine Realms during the Sage’s awakening to bolster her standing.
Instead, she’d returned empty-handed, her Dao heart nearly shattered.
No—worse. There had been an opportunity, but she’d missed it.
The memories of those days by the lake still cut like knives.
If only she hadn’t been so prideful... if she’d recognized that man’s greatness sooner...
Now, she wouldn’t be struggling just to hold her ground.
Lost in thought, she was startled by the Iron Tower Man’s desperate cry:
"Senior Sister Feng! This intruder is trespassing in the Moonlit Tower—please subdue him!"
Hope flashed in his eyes.
With the island’s elders in conference, guarding the tower was his duty—but Yi Feng was beyond him.
Fighting was hopeless, yet letting him pass meant disaster.
Now, with the senior sister here, victory was assured.
Feng Qianyue, lost in her thoughts, showed a faint trace of impatience upon hearing the news.
Such a trivial matter as someone intruding into the Moonlit Tower actually required her intervention…
But since she was already here, she couldn’t just let them barge in. Just as she was about to dismiss the intruder casually, a single glance froze her in place.
It struck her like a thunderbolt. Her beautiful eyes widened, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
Even the sword in her hand slipped and clattered to the ground.
The maidservant behind her panicked in alarm.
This was her lady’s lifebound sword—an object never parted from her side—yet now it lay fallen.
What in the world had happened?
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
【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.)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
