After merely half a day of waiting by Yi Feng...
"Crack!"
A thunderbolt split the clear sky!
A deafening roar echoed across the heavens!
"Who dares harm my son?!"
The voice seemed to descend from the clouds, yet also as if it came from a million miles away—aged yet brimming with unrivaled dominance!
Those who heard it paled in fear!
The weak-willed felt their blood churn, terror flooding the eyes of onlookers!
In the blink of an eye, the entire city was thrown into panic.
Inside the house.
Xu Kaihan suddenly perked up, bursting into arrogant shouts!
"Father?!"
"It's my father! Your doom is here! Hahaha!!!"
Though trussed up like a stuffed dumpling, he instantly became as energetic as if injected with adrenaline.
Truly the epitome of reckless confidence!
To an uninformed observer,
he might have seemed like a madman.
And an utterly hopeless one at that!
Yet Yi Feng's eyes gleamed with excitement.
Such bravado meant this guy's father was indeed formidable!
At the very least,
he must have some real skills!
Seems the kid wasn’t lying.
Good, perfect!
This is a sure bet.
Finally, someone worth meeting—hope for death is in sight!
Yi Feng immediately hoisted the human dumpling up
and stepped out of his courtyard.
The streets ahead were now deserted, the sky roiling with dark clouds!
Then—space itself was torn apart!
A figure strode out of the void, hands clasped behind his back, glaring down from the sky with eyes ablaze with fury and supremacy, as if all beneath him were mere ants!
The special effects were maxed out, the grandeur unmatched!
That demeanor.
That entrance!
Damn!
A true master!
Just like the legendary experts from novels in his past life!
Yi Feng couldn’t help but voice his admiration.
"666!"
His eyes sparkled with anticipation and excitement,
as if he’d just seen his savior!
Meanwhile, Xu Kaihan shouted desperately,
"Father! This madman has humiliated me! Please avenge your son!"
High above,
Xu Xianzhi’s killing intent surged at the words!
As the sect master of the Moonview Sect,
how could he tolerate his son being disgraced?!
Just as his rage reached its peak,
Yi Feng openly admitted it!
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"
"I bullied your son! You’ve gotta teach me a lesson!"
As he spoke,
he even pulled out a knife from who-knows-where and started waving it around his neck!
"If you don’t kill me soon,
I’ll execute him! I swear I’ll do it!"
Holy crap!
People threaten others to back off all the time,
but threatening someone to attack?
This was outright disrespect to the Moonview Sect!
"Boy, you’re playing with fire! You’re courting death!!!"
Xu Xianzhi’s fury exploded, and he wasted no more words!
No matter what backing this fool had,
his crime was unforgivable!
Instantly, his divine sense locked onto Yi Feng!
With a flip of his hand,
a colossal palm materialized in the sky, darkening the heavens as it descended with crushing force!
The phantom hand blotted out the sun,
looming like Mount Tai itself!
Winds howled!
Awe-inspiring might shook the world!
This single strike silenced the surroundings, as if time itself had frozen!
Such was the power of the Moonview Sect’s master!
At this moment,
Xu Kaihan shed all traces of fear, his eyes brimming with arrogance!
Gazing at the dumbstruck figure before him,
his expression overflowed with pity!
But little did he know—
Yi Feng looked up at the sky,
his face filled with satisfaction, eyes alight with hope!
As if his dream had finally come true,
he sighed in moved admiration.
"Freaking awesome......!"
At last,
he was about to achieve deathlessness!
After all this struggle!!!
A flood of emotions surged in his heart.
Yi Feng spread his arms and closed his eyes in serene acceptance!
This audacious display
only enraged Xu Xianzhi further!
The already devastating strike was unleashed with full force!!!
Its power multiplied!
The entire sky was swallowed by darkness!
Yet the next moment—
when the terrifying palm strike landed,
it vanished like a mud ox drowning in the sea!
Not only was Yi Feng not reduced to dust,
but not even a breeze ruffled his clothes as he stood there, arms still outstretched!
Not even
a single corner of his robe fluttered!
Instantly,
Xu Xianzhi was stunned!
How... how is this possible?!
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths!
A full ten breaths passed.
Nothing had changed, as if nothing had happened!
Xu Xianzhi was utterly baffled!
Down on the street,
Yi Feng, feeling nothing, grew impatient.
He couldn’t help but grumble inwardly.
Slow to provoke, fine.
But even a master’s ultimate move
needs this long to charge?!
What kind of cast time is this?!
The ancestor of Death’s Chant or what?
Unable to resist, he opened his eyes—
only to find
the old man frozen mid-air, hand still raised,
his face twisted like he’d swallowed a fly.
At this moment,
he looked less like a supreme expert
and more like a waving lucky cat!
Yi Feng glanced around.
Xu Kaihan, cowering in the distance,
looked like a complete idiot, his mouth gaping wide enough to see his tonsils.
The ground seemed cleaner too...
But otherwise, nothing had changed.
This...
This is your so-called master?
Ugh.
Disappointing.
Yi Feng’s heart sank to rock bottom!
His face instantly fell.
After all that waiting,
he’d thought he’d finally met a true expert!
But in the end,
it was all flash, no substance.
Sure, there was something.
But not much......
This was no sage—just a fraud!
All that dramatic entrance,
acting like the real deal.
And this is it?
Grandma crawling under the blankets—what a joke!
With a grimace,
Yi Feng lost all interest.
He casually flicked his hand toward the sky—
"Thud!"
A dull impact!
The fake sage plummeted instantly,
sticking to the ground like a squashed mosquito!
In the past,
such power might have thrilled Yi Feng.
But now,
accustomed to his own strength,
he felt only crushing disappointment.
Why is dying so damn hard?!
Whatever. Might as well check if this guy has any spirit crystals—can’t let that slap go to waste.
Yi Feng heaved a long, weary sigh.
"Ah......"
That sigh
carried boundless desolation.
His light footsteps
seemed weighed down by unspoken resignation.
To those who heard it,
it spoke of endless solitude.
In the crater below,
Xu Xianzhi lay with broken bones,
not daring to make a sound—his heart gripped by terror!
As the footsteps drew near,
his eyes filled with dread!
After that single strike,
no matter how foolish he was,
he now understood the terrifying depth of this man’s power!
Damn it!
He’s here to wipe us out!
"Ah......"
Another sigh,
filled with the loneliness of standing at the peak.
Xu Xianzhi’s body tensed completely!
He realized now—
he’d provoked someone far beyond his reach!
The gap between them
was like heaven and earth!
This man...
This man was at least a Demi-Saint!
Before such an existence,
playing dead was pointless!
"Shh...... Shh......"
The footsteps drew closer.
Xu Xianzhi’s mind raced, scrambling for a way out!
A Demi-Saint!
A freaking Demi-Saint!
Damn it all!
How could we have offended someone like this?!
And worse—he’d attacked first!
This was the end!
Total annihilation!
Not just him—
even the entire Moonview Sect combined
would be nothing but dust!
Against a Demi-Saint,
who could possibly matter?!
Unless...
Unless it was a true Saint...
A Saint?!
Suddenly, Xu Xianzhi saw a sliver of hope!
Struggling to rise,
disheveled and battered,
he mustered every ounce of courage to issue a desperate threat:
"Wait...!"
"Your power is unmatched—I admit defeat!"
"Though I have never set foot in the Holy Realm, I am kin to the White Emperor, bearing true Saint's bloodline. Even someone like you, sir, would have to think twice before acting against the White Emperor!"
"Why not sheath our blades and part ways here...!"
Xu Xianzhi clenched his teeth, mustering the performance of a lifetime, his words dripping with conviction.
As expected.
Yi Feng was momentarily stunned by the declaration.
He froze abruptly.
Then, under Xu Xianzhi’s hopeful gaze,
Yi Feng finally halted his steps—even offering a faint, amiable smile.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
【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.)
