"One month has passed."
"Feng Qianyue, give up already!"
Beside the altar, the disciples of the Moonlit Sect had been sitting cross-legged outside ever since Yi Feng entered the inheritance. As the one-month deadline arrived, Bai Ji opened his eyes, his face filled with a cold sneer.
Feng Qianyue remained silent, her expression visibly grim.
She knew all too well—after a month with no movement, the chances of success were slim.
"Hmph, it's only been a month. Don't celebrate too soon, Bai Ji," Feng Qianyue stayed quiet, but Feng Lingbei couldn't hold back, standing up to retort.
"Shut your mouth."
Bai Ji shot Feng Lingbei a frigid glare, his overwhelming pressure bearing down. "You have no right to speak here. Keep quiet."
"You—"
Feng Lingbei gritted his teeth, growling, "Then let's see who has the last laugh."
"Hahaha, 'last laugh'? Don’t you realize we’re already at the end?" Bai Ji sneered.
"Enough."
Seeing Feng Lingbei about to speak again, Feng Qianyue swiftly stopped him.
"Learn from your sister. Stop being so reckless. Look at how gracefully she accepts defeat, while you’re nothing but a noisy joke," Bai Ji mocked mercilessly, ignoring Feng Lingbei’s furious glare as he turned his attention to Feng Qianyue.
"Well then, Feng Qianyue, time to honor your promise, no?" he pressed eagerly.
At his words, Feng Qianyue’s face turned as pale as paper.
Her teeth clenched her crimson lips, her heart brimming with unwillingness.
Securing the next island lord position had been her father’s dying wish. Was there truly no hope left?
"What, Feng Qianyue? Are you trying to go back on your word?"
When she remained silent, Bai Ji pressed harder. "Remember, those were your own words—no one forced you. You said it in front of the master and all the elders at the Moonlit Tower."
The pressure made Feng Qianyue bite down harder.
But she knew—no matter how unwilling, words once spoken could not be taken back.
Taking a deep breath, she was about to relinquish her claim to the island lord position—
But before she could speak, the altar, silent for a month, suddenly stirred.
Golden light erupted, rippling with strange fluctuations.
Sensing the movement, Feng Qianyue whipped her head around.
At the same time, the others present snapped their eyes open, rising to their feet in shock, their gazes fixed on the altar.
As for Bai Ji, his triumphant expression froze, replaced by disbelief.
"Impossible. Impossible. Absolutely impossible."
He muttered frantically, his eyes bulging as he stared unblinkingly at the altar.
The altar’s fluctuations grew stronger, its golden radiance blooming like a lotus.
Once their eyes adjusted to the brilliance, a shadowy figure emerged within the light.
At the sight, everyone gasped, their faces filled with awe.
Feng Qianyue covered her lips with trembling fingers.
After enduring Bai Ji’s torment, seeing this scene overwhelmed her—tears spilled down her cheeks.
Meanwhile, the figure’s appearance shattered Bai Ji’s last shred of hope.
Staggering back, his legs gave way, his entire demeanor collapsing into despair.
The figure stepping out of the altar was none other than Yi Feng.
As the light faded and the altar stilled, Yi Feng walked out slowly.
Feng Lingbei and Feng Qianyue rushed to him first, followed closely by the other Moonlit Island disciples, including Xu Zhu.
But before anyone could speak, they noticed Yi Feng’s expression—his head hung low, his face dark.
He said nothing.
His mood was clearly at its lowest.
Seeing this, Feng Qianyue’s heart sank. Feng Lingbei clamped his mouth shut, his face twisting with dread.
But Bai Ji’s hollow eyes suddenly widened.
His smugness flared back to life.
Hah!
Who said returning from the inheritance meant success?
Couldn’t he have just wandered the outer gates like past disciples and come back empty-handed?
If so, nothing had changed.
Feng Qianyue would still have to forfeit her claim to the island lord position. Whether Yi Feng lived or died was irrelevant to him.
Feng Qianyue bit her lip, fists clenched.
Her emotions had been tossed between extremes today.
Given Yi Feng’s expression, she already suspected the worst—but she had to hear it for herself.
"So… the inheritance…?" she asked softly.
"Ah."
Her question earned a sigh from Yi Feng.
Just as she feared.
Failure.
Her head drooped in defeat.
But then—
"Succeeded."
"Eh… what?"
Her head jerked back up, staring at Yi Feng in shock.
Beside her, Bai Ji’s triumphant smirk froze again. His entire body locked in stunned silence.
Even Xu Zhu and the others stood motionless.
"Senior, you mean… you successfully inherited it?" Feng Qianyue asked, barely believing her ears.
"Yeah."
Yi Feng sighed again.
"S-succeeded?"
She couldn’t process the words, her voice trembling.
Joy surged through her, tears welling once more.
Today had been an emotional rollercoaster—soaring highs and crushing lows.
"Senior, congratulations! Truly incredible!"
"Our Moonlit Island’s deathly inheritance, untouched since its founding, has finally been claimed!"
The disciples, including Xu Zhu, quickly recovered and began offering their praises.
But inwardly, they cursed—
If he’d succeeded, why the sigh?! They’d thought he’d failed!
This guy really knew how to put on a show.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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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.”
