He was advising Su Ji not to throw his life away.
Hearing this, the old Daoist gave the Pavilion Master a smile, but no matter how one looked at it, that smile exuded a chilling, hypocritical coldness.
He looked Liu Kuanglan up and down, his tone carrying the superiority of a senior lecturing a junior.
"So you are stepping forward now to plead for this brat?"
"Or perhaps..."
The old Daoist narrowed his eyes, his voice suddenly turning sharp.
"Your Listening Wind Pavilion wants to arm-wrestle with my Imperial Court Mountain?"
That was a heavy accusation to bear.
Liu Kuanglan hurriedly waved his hands.
"Senior must be joking."
"How would this junior dare to oppose Imperial Court Mountain?"
"The Listening Wind Pavilion never interferes in personal grudges."
As Liu Kuanglan spoke, he calmly took half a step back, making his stance clear.
"I only stepped forward because I did not want to see a good seedling senselessly destroyed."
"And also..."
Liu Kuanglan turned his head to look at Su Ji, a trace of seriousness appearing in his eyes for the first time.
"To remind this young friend."
"Sometimes, taking a step back is best for everyone."
"Moreover, he is merely a wisp of a divided soul. He cannot bring the memories from here back to his true body."
Liu Kuanglan's words were completely transparent.
He was also giving Su Ji a way out.
Facing an Immortal King, even if it was just a projection, backing down was not shameful.
As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.
As long as he survived today, with the talent and temperament Su Ji had displayed, he might very well be able to challenge even Imperial Court Mountain in the future.
As for the blood oath?
Heh...
Blood oaths... seals... barriers...
Was not the very meaning of their existence to be broken?
If he died here today...
Then he would truly have nothing left.
Everyone looked at Su Ji.
The old Daoist was waiting for him to kneel.
Liu Kuanglan was waiting for him to bow his head.
Even Su Jiu, though she did not speak, had her small hands tightly clenched and slightly trembling, clearly worried for his safety.
The air was terrifyingly quiet.
The only sounds were the distant flow of magma and Zhao Teng's monster-like panting.
Su Ji kept his head lowered.
No one could see the expression on his face.
After a long while.
He slowly raised his head.
"I said, the blood on these hands is still boiling hot."
"You should know whether I will yield today or not!"
"Are you deaf?"
At this moment, Su Ji's blood boiled, and his marrow seethed.
Would he win?
Would he lose?
Even if he had to endure the greatest suffering, it did not matter.
"Liu Kuanglan, help me hold off this old thing."
The Pavilion Master pointed at himself with a look of utter disbelief: "Me?"
No, seriously, brother?
Had he not made it exceedingly clear that he absolutely would not intervene?
Had he not already explained the pros and cons to this kid?
What kind of nonsense was he spouting here?
Would he make a move?
He definitely would not...
Then, an inexplicable sentence reached Liu Kuanglan's ears.
"In the coming years, when I host the Emperor's Banquet, I am willing to treat the Pavilion Master as an honored guest."
It was indeed inexplicable...
What a massive empty promise...
Every year, there were at least a hundred thousand, if not a million, youths who fantasized about becoming an Immortal Emperor.
But every hundred thousand years...
Only one Emperor would emerge.
What a joke, did he think Liu Kuanglan...
He saw Su Ji crush his own Golden Core.
He had already left himself no way out.
"I have come."
"For those of Great Xia who can never return."
The Pavilion Master's pupils suddenly shrank.
Great Xia...
An unfamiliar yet familiar word...
It seemed he had heard it somewhere before.
Before he could think about it carefully.
Su Ji used his spear as a sword, pointing it straight at Zhao Teng, completely ignoring the old Daoist blocking their way: "Desolate Meteor Sword!"
He remembered...
It was the Great Xia Imperial Clan that had appeared in this world as fleetingly as a night-blooming cereus...
It was a sword art he had only been fortunate enough to hear about in legends...
He then looked at Su Jiu, whose breath was as weak as a gossamer thread...
Even though she only had three and a half tails...
He made his move.
The madness in Liu Kuanglan's name could also stand for sheer arrogance.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
