Su Jie was stunned.
In terms of talent and comprehension, she had never lost to anyone and was rightfully hailed as the strongest Sage.
Yet, the Great Dao before her now was something she couldn’t grasp at all.
Even after repeated contemplation, she gained nothing.
Watching as passersby around her sat cross-legged in meditation, seemingly immersed in the Great Dao, she remained utterly unaffected—as if she were inferior even to these ordinary folk.
This was impossible.
Why?
This man before her appeared utterly unremarkable in cultivation, yet he had somehow managed to resonate with Bai Piaopiao’s Great Dao.
Her frustration and confusion grew thicker by the moment.
Unable to hold back, Su Jie took a step forward.
“Are you Yi Feng?”
Their conversation was abruptly interrupted.
The surrounding Dao resonance dissipated instantly.
The onlookers, like unwelcome lightbulbs, opened their eyes one after another, their faces filled with regret and irritation!
Such a rare opportunity to perceive the Great Dao—
Who dared to disrupt it…?!
Before their inner fury could even be voiced, they saw the Sword Saint herself striding forward. The crowd had no choice but to rise quietly, swallowing their grievances.
If she had spoken to interrupt,
no matter how unwilling they were, they had to pretend they hadn’t heard a thing.
Under countless gazes,
Su Jie walked toward Yi Feng.
After observing him for a few breaths,
her expression remained calm,
but inwardly, she found it increasingly bizarre.
This man’s cultivation was utterly ordinary—she couldn’t discern anything exceptional about him.
So why…
Why could he resonate with Bai Piaopiao’s Great Dao?
As she studied him,
Yi Feng also turned his gaze toward her.
A black ponytail, a longsword cradled in her arms, the valiant demeanor of a female swordmaster.
This woman…
was clearly the domineering type.
And also a Sage…?
And a terrifyingly powerful one at that!
Suddenly realizing something, Yi Feng glanced at Bai Piaopiao.
“Might I ask who this is?”
Their conversation had been cut short,
leaving Bai Piaopiao slightly disappointed.
But hearing Yi Feng’s refined inquiry, she remembered her companion.
With a gentle smile, she introduced her.
“This is my dear friend, Su Jie. The world knows her as the Undefeated Sword Saint.”
Huh?
Yi Feng’s eyes instantly brightened.
Undefeated Sword Saint!
Now that was an impressive title!
Just from the name alone,
this woman was clearly no ordinary powerhouse. His life had hope again!
Yi Feng immediately perked up.
With a nod and a smile, he spoke.
“So you’re a friend of Miss Bai’s! In that case, why not come inside for a chat?”
The moment these words left his mouth,
the onlookers were dumbstruck!
Good heavens!
This bastard had some nerve!
Managing to cling to the White Emperor was already a stroke of insane luck.
And now…
he actually had the audacity to try cozying up to the Sword Saint too?!
The sheer audacity!
What a scoundrel!!!
Bai Piaopiao blinked in surprise,
as if sensing something odd, but she hesitated to speak.
Su Jie, however, showed no reaction.
Her clear eyes fixed on Yi Feng, she replied calmly.
“Very well.”
This man had invited her so directly,
as if brimming with confidence.
It was the first time she’d seen someone so self-assured in her presence.
Su Jie grew even more curious.
Seeing the woman agree so readily,
Yi Feng beamed with delight.
Ignoring the stunned expressions around him—and failing to notice Bai Piaopiao’s momentary daze—he stepped aside with a welcoming gesture.
“Miss Bai, Miss Su, please.”
The two women exchanged a quiet glance,
then followed him inside.
The scene shattered the onlookers’ worldview into pieces!
Damn it!
This bastard actually succeeded?!
How…?!
Just as everyone stood there baffled,
Yi Feng suddenly paused, as if remembering something.
“Ladies, please wait a moment. I left my rope over there—let me fetch it first!”
Uh…
The crowd didn’t know what to think anymore.
How many lifetimes of good karma had this guy accumulated to earn a private audience with two Sages?!
If it were them,
they’d be over the moon, probably ready to break out the drums and trumpets in celebration!
They wouldn’t dare be the slightest bit careless—
they’d be polishing the path ahead for the Sages to walk on!
But this guy?
Leaving two Sages waiting at the door…
just to fetch some rope?!
What kind of priceless rope was this?!
How could it possibly compare to two Sages?!
Being stingy was one thing,
but this was sheer idiocy!
Such shortsightedness was truly eye-opening.
What a freak.
Daring to leave Sages cooling their heels at the doorstep…
Even if the two Sages were magnanimous, such disrespect was practically suicidal.
Sages were not to be insulted!
This fool’s actions were no different from seeking death!
Hmph!
He was far too arrogant—let’s see how he dies later!
As the crowd sneered inwardly,
Bai Piaopiao waited gently,
while Su Jie stood with her sword, her gaze as serene as ever.
Several breaths passed…
Many of the onlookers were stunned.
Two Sages…
were actually this tolerant toward some nobody?!
Even displaying an almost unnatural patience!
This wasn’t right, was it?!
Where was the legendary divine wrath?!
Had Sages…
become this easygoing nowadays?!
The crowd was on the verge of losing their minds!
A few more breaths later,
Yi Feng finally returned, wearing a satisfied smile as if he’d reclaimed a lost treasure.
Approaching with a polite bow,
he said, “My apologies for the wait.”
Even after being left standing for several breaths,
Bai Piaopiao showed no annoyance, replying gently,
“It’s no trouble…”
Su Jie also nodded calmly, her eyes still fixed on Yi Feng.
While the two Sages remained composed,
the onlookers were about to collapse.
Why?!
Why, damn it?!
Two Sages had waited at the door for several breaths—and not a hint of anger?!
For anyone else,
being left hanging like this on their first visit would’ve sparked fury!
But here…
the two divine women weren’t just unbothered—they seemed perfectly at ease!
In fact,
it almost looked like they were happy to wait for this guy!
How was this possible?!
What made this utterly unremarkable man worthy of such regard from Sages?!
The crowd was utterly dumbfounded!
Everything had defied expectations.
They couldn’t comprehend what they’d just witnessed, nor the sheer absurdity of it all!
All they could do was watch,
as that reckless man walked into the courtyard side by side with the Sages.
Hundreds of wide-eyed spectators
felt their jaws hit the ground!
They scratched their heads for ages but still couldn’t make sense of it.
Today’s events…
were utterly baffling!
But no matter how confused they were,
the opportunity was gone. The crowd dispersed, each hurrying to meditate on the faint glimpse of the Great Dao they’d caught.
Of course,
there were also those with shallow cultivation—so-called “talents”—who hadn’t perceived anything at all.
Their hearts burned with envy,
eager to tear that scoundrel apart with their words!
The grand arrival of the White Emperor
soon became the talk of the town!
In the distance,
Chen Dong came rushing over in a frenzy, pounding on the wooden gate of the small courtyard!
“Yi Feng! Yi Feng!”
“The White Emperor is here! The White Emperor has really come!!!”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
【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.)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
