Yunling Island, in the middle of the forest.
A figure was quickly passing through it.
This figure was Su Tong, who had sensed the presence of other strange auras.
"It should be just up ahead!"
Su Tong looked ahead. The aura had come from this direction.
Before long, Su Tong saw many figures not far away.
"The Tiger Wolf Sect?"
When Su Tong saw the man leading them, he recognized who they were.
It was the Great Elder of the Tiger Wolf Sect, with the cultivation level of the eighth stage of the Vapor Refinement Realm.
He had decent strength.
But compared to the Four Great Sects, it was still lacking.
"Elder Zhao!"
Su Tong slowly walked over.
Upon hearing this, the Great Elder of the Tiger Wolf Sect stopped and looked warily in Su Tong's direction.
But when he saw how young Su Tong was, and that he was alone, he relaxed a little.
"Who are you?"
The Great Elder then spoke condescendingly as he looked over Su Tong and asked slowly.
"Su Tong of the Chi Hong Sect!"
Su Tong replied mildly.
"Chi Hong Sect? You're a disciple of the Chi Hong Sect? What are you doing coming to my Tiger Wolf Sect instead of staying at the Chi Hong Sect?"
Elder Zhao clearly didn't recognize Su Tong.
He assumed Su Tong was a disciple of the Chi Hong Sect. Of course, who would think this young man could possibly be an Elder?
Even those who liked to change their appearance wouldn't dare make themselves look so young!
But when he heard Su Tong was from the Chi Hong Sect, Elder Zhao became a little wary.
If there was a Chi Hong Sect disciple here, it was possible their Grand Elder could be here too, which would be dangerous for him.
"Hehe, Elder Zhao need not worry. I'm the only one from the Chi Hong Sect who came to borrow something from the Tiger Wolf Sect!"
Su Tong chuckled.
He didn't have much goodwill towards this Tiger Wolf Sect.
Because they didn't support the Chi Hong Sect.
"Borrow something? Borrow what?"
Elder Zhao's brows furrowed slightly.
Why would the Chi Hong Sect send a single disciple to come borrow something from them?
"Hehe, of course it's an identity medallion from the Tiger Wolf Sect!"
Su Tong smiled again and spoke lightly.
Upon hearing Su Tong's words, the expression of the Tiger Wolf Sect's Great Elder immediately darkened.
He then spoke coldly, "Your Chi Hong Sect really doesn't give the Tiger Wolf Sect face by sending a mere disciple to demand an identity medallion. Even if your Grand Elder came, you might not necessarily get one!"
"Sigh, I tried to ask nicely, but since you won't lend it, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Su Tong looked coldly at the Tiger Wolf Sect's Elder Zhao.
Hearing Su Tong's words, Elder Zhao laughed, "Hahaha, with just you? Your Chi Hong Sect really looks down on my Tiger Wolf Sect too much!"
As he spoke, a powerful aura erupted from him, the aura of someone at the eighth stage of the Vapor Refinement Realm.
"Hahahaha!"
"The Chi Hong Sect is hilarious!"
"To actually send a disciple to demand an identity medallion?"
"Our Grand Elder is at the eighth stage of the Vapor Refinement Realm!"
The Tiger Wolf Sect disciples also started ridiculing.
But at this moment, an even more powerful aura erupted, instantly suppressing Elder Zhao's aura.
The disciples' laughter stopped abruptly, as if their necks had been wrung like ducks!
"That's right, with just me!"
Su Tong spoke lightly!
"Tiger Wolf Sect disciples, listen up and form the formation!"
Feeling the aura that erupted from Su Tong, the Tiger Wolf Sect's Elder Zhao also panicked.
He quickly ordered his disciples to form the formation.
The disciples swiftly formed the formation, completing it in an instant.
Su Tong was in no rush to attack.
As the formation was set up, Su Tong could sense that all the disciples' spiritual energy seemed to be gathering together.
If this formation launched an attack, it could match at least one strike from someone at the peak of the Vapor Refinement Realm.
"A very decent formation indeed, looks like I can learn from this later!"
Seeing the formation taking shape, Su Tong nodded.
Su Tong then saw Elder Zhao of the Tiger Wolf Sect sitting down in the empty spot in the formation.
At this time, all the disciples' spiritual energy was converging towards Elder Zhao.
The spiritual energy fluctuations kept increasing.
Then the image of a wolf took shape, condensed from their spiritual energy.
"Go!"
Elder Zhao pointed, and the wolf-shaped spiritual energy condensed from the energy of all the Tiger Wolf Sect disciples pounced towards Su Tong.
Its mouth opened wide, as if wanting to swallow Su Tong in one bite.
"Break!"
With a low shout, a tremendous amount of spiritual energy surged forth. A spiritual energy palm appeared and faced the incoming wolf.
"Break!"
With a roar, the spiritual palm slammed down towards the wolf.
Boom!
A deafening crash resounded as the spiritual energies collided.
Elder Zhao and the disciples of the Tiger Wolf Sect were shocked to find the spiritual wolf scattering completely from the impact.
Su Tong hadn't even used the ancient God language.
He had shattered their combined strike purely with his own formidable spiritual power.
"Puh!"
A few of the weaker disciples coughed up blood from the shockwave and became listless.
"Quickly swallow these down!"
Elder Zhao of the Tiger Wolf Sect flicked his sleeve, and pills came flying towards the disciples.
These were originally prepared for the final fight.
But now they had to use them already.
The disciples hurriedly grabbed the pills and swallowed them.
In just a moment, they could feel a surge of spiritual power, and their complexions reddened a bit.
Seeing Su Tong standing there nonchalantly waiting for them to recover with the pills, Elder Zhao's heart sank.
The only ones who could wait so calmly for them to restore their spiritual energy were either extremely powerful and unafraid, or fools.
From Su Tong's performance, he clearly wasn't a fool.
That could only mean the young man before him didn't care at all about them recovering with pills.
"Form the formation!"
Seeing the disciples had recovered somewhat, Elder Zhao shouted lowly.
They formed the formation again, spiritual energy surging, and a spiritual tiger emerged from within.
"Go!"
Elder Zhao pointed, and the spiritual tiger charged towards Su Tong.
It opened its massive jaws, looking to swallow Su Tong in one gulp.
"Break!"
Once again, a low shout.
Even stronger spiritual energy erupted forth, and a spiritual fist appeared.
With one punch, the spiritual tiger was smashed apart, still surging forth powerfully and slamming down towards the Tiger Wolf Sect.
"Puh!"
Under Su Tong's spiritual fist, Elder Zhao and all the Tiger Wolf Sect disciples, including the Elder, coughed up blood.
Everyone looked at Su Tong in horror.
They didn't expect that even with the Tiger Wolf Sect's Tiger Wolf Formation, they were still no match for the young man before them.
Since when did the Chi Hong Sect have such a powerful young person?
"Elder Zhao, will you lend me the identity medallion or not?"
Su Tong spoke again.
Elder Zhao of the Tiger Wolf Sect glared furiously, but had no recourse. He could only take out his identity medallion and fling it towards Su Tong!
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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."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
