Bun clutched the feed in his paws, defiantly holding his head high as he confronted Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng looked at the little guy with utter exasperation.
The standoff between this man and bear was because Bun ate too much.
It would be one thing if he just ate a lot, since giant pandas spend half their day eating.
They spend the rest of their time sleeping.
So every giant panda is actually an eating machine.
But the key issue was that Bun didn't even eat bamboo!
He kept pestering Jiang Feng for feed all morning.
Apart from the feed, he refused to eat anything else.
The premium feed rewarded by the system was almost finished thanks to Bun.
It made Jiang Feng somewhat doubtful - what kind of giant panda doesn't eat bamboo?
"Here it comes, I heard there's a giant panda here?"
"I've come to worship the deity, I wonder who can adopt a giant panda!"
"Looks like there really is a giant panda! This panda cub is so cute."
"What's the panda doing?"
"Haha, the streamer won't let the panda eat, and the panda got mad."
Jiang Feng's livestream room blew up across the internet, attracting many new faces.
When people saw Bun confronting Jiang Feng, everyone was puzzled.
What were this man and bear trying to do?
It looked like they were arguing.
Jiang Feng sighed helplessly then walked over to Bun's side.
Scared, Bun retreated a few steps and hurriedly hid the feed behind his back.
His eyes watched Jiang Feng very warily.
It frustrated Jiang Feng greatly.
Am I not as important as your feed?
"Bun, you're a giant panda. You should be eating bamboo, you can't keep eating feed. It's not good for you."
Jiang Feng solemnly lectured the little guy.
Whimper!
Bun was unmoved. He opened his mouth wide and whimpered at Jiang Feng.
Useless words!
You just don't want to give me food!
Bun whimpered angrily a few more times.
They argued back and forth, neither willing to back down.
Jiang Feng laughed helplessly. This little guy was quite stubborn.
He didn't mean to starve the little guy. It was just that the premium feed rewarded by the system was pitifully scarce.
It would be troublesome if the system stopped rewarding it.
And it seemed now that the little guy was already addicted. He wouldn't even eat his beloved bamboo anymore.
So Jiang Feng felt obliged to help Bun kick the habit.
Unfortunately, the little guy was very uncooperative.
He clung tightly to the feed, refusing to let go.
His eyes were full of wariness towards Jiang Feng,
afraid that Jiang Feng would snatch his food at any moment.
"What a miser this streamer is. What's wrong with the panda eating a little something?"
"Can't make judgments without full knowledge. Bun has been eating feed all morning. That is definitely unacceptable."
"Right, what panda keeps eating feed all the time? Bamboo is normal panda food."
"Panda: Thank you so much!"
"Bun is just a glutton!"
The online spectators all had different opinions.
But most agreed that bamboo was fine for Bun, but feed was unacceptable.
Because that stuff was unhealthy!
But only Jiang Feng and Bun knew whether it was healthy or not.
The system's products were definitely problem-free.
And now the man and bear were still at an impasse.
Jiang Feng sighed helplessly again, then plopped down next to Bun.
"Bun, why don't you go home?"
Jiang Feng's words stunned Bun.
He gaped at Jiang Feng, dumbstruck.
What do you mean?
You're kicking me out?
Bun's eyes were filled with hurt, looking very aggrieved, as if he might start bawling if Jiang Feng said another word.
But the online spectators were happily laughing.
"The streamer wants to kick out the panda? What luck!"
"Shoo! Let's go pick up this panda!"
"Haha, when fortune falls from heaven, Bun will be mine!"
"You dreamers, I can't bear to wake you."
"Look how Master Jiang upset poor Bun."
The online crowd reacted enthusiastically.
Jiang Feng secretly glanced at the aggrieved Bun, extremely gleeful inside.
If I don't make this little guy suffer a bit, he really won't eat anything else.
"Alas, this landowner also has no excess food left. I have no more feed, can't afford to raise you."
"There's just that little bit of feed left now."
Jiang Feng pointed at the feed behind Bun.
Bun turned his head to look at the feed behind him, then looked back at Jiang Feng blankly.
Whimper!
Bun shook his head in disbelief, mouth agape.
"I really can't afford to raise you anymore. What do you think we should do?"
Jiang Feng continued helplessly.
Bun fell silent this time, just staring blankly at Jiang Feng.
"Old Jiang, can you be decent? Look how you scared Bun."
"Haha, now I see, is the streamer joking with Bun?"
"The above poster, if your parents are still young, ask them to have another baby. You're too slow on the uptake."
Jiang Feng didn't read the livechat, just looked at Bun.
He wanted to see Bun's reaction.
After a few dumb moments, Bun suddenly grinned widely again.
Whimper!
Bun called out excitedly twice, then ran on his little short legs towards the door.
Jiang Feng: ???

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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.”

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!