"Manager, may I ask where the Founding Masters are?" a member of Linglong Pavilion couldn't help but inquire.
"If I knew where they were, would I need to gather all of you?" the middle-aged man at the head of the table snapped. "And I said it's just a possibility, a possibility—do you understand?"
"Yes, Manager."
The Linglong Pavilion member lowered his head.
Knowing the Manager's temper, the others avoided asking further questions that might provoke his ire and instead asked, "Manager, how did you come to know that the Founding Masters might have returned?"
"Good question."
The middle-aged man took a drag from his cigarette and waved his hand. "Three months ago, a great battle took place in the Guihai Domain, which ended with someone self-destructing to decide the outcome."
"But what's strange is that two months ago, another great battle occurred in the Guihai Domain, and this one also ended with someone self-destructing to determine the victor."
"Most crucially, witnesses claim that the person who self-destructed in both battles was the same individual!"
Having said this, the middle-aged man fell silent, lighting another cigarette from the box.
As his words sank in, many in the crowd exclaimed in shock, "The Eighteenth Founding Master?"
"Heh, you brats aren't completely hopeless," the Manager chuckled. "Self-destructing without dying—such an ability has only ever been heard of in the legends of the Eighteenth Founding Master."
With this confirmation, the entire square erupted in commotion.
Many wore expressions of fervent excitement.
To think they might have the fortune of witnessing the legendary Founding Masters of Linglong Pavilion in their lifetime!
"Quiet, quiet!"
The Manager barked. "Right now, these are the only clues we have, and we can't yet confirm it's truly the Eighteenth Founding Master."
"So, to verify whether the Founding Masters have truly returned, we need further evidence."
"Since these Founding Masters always act as a group, aside from the Eighteenth, it would be even better if we could uncover traces of the others in the Cloud Star Domain."
"The reason I've gathered you all here is to have you deploy your subordinates and investigate whether any figures resembling the other Founding Masters have appeared across the Cloud Star Domain."
Below the stage.
Upon hearing the Manager's words, Mei Xian'er's mind immediately conjured up the image of Yi Feng.
Not that Yi Feng resembled any of the Founding Masters.
But his skill at playing mahjong had struck her as unusual—especially the seasoned, battle-hardened demeanor he displayed during the game. Apart from occasionally seeing it in the Manager, she had never encountered such a presence in anyone else.
In short, that aura made her vaguely sense that Yi Feng was no ordinary man.
"Manager, Mei'er has something to report," Mei Xian'er called out loudly.
"Oh? Little Mei'er, what is it?"
The Manager smiled.
"Manager, some days ago, on my Line 8 ship, I encountered a young man like this." Mei Xian'er recounted everything about playing mahjong with Yi Feng in detail, including her observations about his demeanor.
"Oh? Such skill?"
The Manager's eyes gleamed thoughtfully. "You must know, this mahjong was crafted using a specific method passed down by the Founding Masters themselves. No cultivator can cheat at it."
Back then, the Founding Masters had created this game precisely to expand the ranks of the Dragon Division through such means.
Of course.
The Dragon Division was a secretive faction unknown to ordinary people.
"Where is he now?"
The Manager pressed urgently.
No matter who this person was, in his eyes, there was a high chance he belonged to a group similar to the Dragon Division.
That bunch from the Dragon Division...
They were all lunatics!
Even if I encountered any one of them, I wouldn't dare speak too boldly.
Only the Founding Masters could suppress them and bring them under their command, keeping them in reserve for critical moments.
"Uh..."
When asked about Yi Feng's whereabouts, Mei Xian'er looked awkward and rubbed her nose. "He jumped into the sea. By now, he's probably..."
"Then why the hell bring it up?"
The Manager glared at her. "I thought you'd brought him here."
Mei Xian'er flushed with embarrassment.
"I only mentioned it because your talk of the Founding Masters reminded me of him," she explained.
"Enough, enough. We'll deal with it if we cross paths again."
The Manager waved dismissively.
"Cross paths again?"
Mei Xian'er raised an eyebrow. "He's already dead. How would we meet?"
"Don't worry about that. There's a ninety percent chance he's still alive."
The Manager spoke impatiently, though he didn't elaborate.
If Yi Feng truly matched Mei Xian'er's description, he most likely belonged to the Dragon Division—perhaps was even a member himself.
Regardless, the Founding Masters had once instructed that anyone resembling the Dragon Division should not be provoked or pursued aggressively. Let fate take its course.
But Mei Xian'er knew none of this.
Hearing the Manager declare Yi Feng alive, her brows shot up.
This Manager might seem crude and irritable, but he was an unfathomably powerful figure—one of the few who had actually met the Founding Masters.
Though.
Rumors claimed the Founding Masters hadn't thought much of him, he had risen to his position by ingratiating himself with someone even the Founding Masters feared. Yet his strength and far-reaching influence were undeniable.
So if the Manager said Yi Feng wasn't dead, Mei Xian'er believed it unconditionally, whatever the reason.
"So you're alive after all, little one."
"How interesting."
Mei Xian'er licked her lips, a playful smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
"Little Mei'er, stay away from him. Don't provoke him," the Manager added, giving her a meaningful look.
Mei Xian'er froze.
Don't provoke him?
For the Manager to say such a thing only skyrocketed her curiosity to new heights.
"Little one, who'd have thought the Manager would warn me about you like this..."
"Now I'm truly curious about your origins..."
"Alright, dismissed. Report back immediately if you uncover anything." The Manager waved his hand, signaling for his attendants to wheel him away.
Once turned.
His face darkened with worry.
"Founding Masters, I've carried out every task you assigned me thus far, but I don't know what comes next."
"If the results displease you, I hope you won't hold it against me."
"And that person... have you returned as well?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
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.”
