The members of the Thousand Miles Escort Agency were shocked—this small escort team was entirely composed of martial artists! Though their skills weren’t exceptional, under the guidance of the man seated in the carriage, they managed to hold their ground.
Fang Zhiyi wielded the chain sickle he had seized earlier. Spotting an ambush aimed at Mei Ruoxue, he flicked the weapon like a whip, sending the chain lashing out as if it had a life of its own. The attacker was flung backward.
He glanced at Mei Ruoxue, who was trembling slightly. She turned to meet his gaze, and Fang Zhiyi gave her a faint nod, his eyes filled with encouragement. Pressing her lips together, Mei Ruoxue steeled herself and rejoined the fight.
Aside from Mei Ruoxue, who lacked real combat experience, Jiang Rou and the others had improved significantly under Fang Zhiyi and the two elders’ tutelage. Back and forth, the enemy found no advantage.
The chief escort of Thousand Miles panted heavily, baffled. The men he’d brought should have been enough to overwhelm a second-rate expert, yet these youngsters were proving so troublesome. But the most terrifying one was the man who hadn’t even moved from the carriage.
He realized he might have bitten off more than he could chew.
"Retreat!" he shouted, making the right call.
But Fang Zhiyi moved. Leaping from the carriage, he swiftly caught up to the fleeing chief escort, swatting aside a lackey blocking his path before clamping his fingers around the man’s throat.
"Do you know your mistake?" Fang Zhiyi said, turning his head. Shadows flickered at the roadside as another group of black-clad figures emerged, fully masked from head to toe. At Fang Zhiyi’s signal, they began hunting down the fleeing bandits.
The young fighters gasped for breath, exchanging glances—each bore injuries.
"Hesitation. Either don’t fight, or strike decisively. Haven’t I taught you that?"
"L-Let me go! We can talk this out!" the chief escort pleaded, fear creeping into his voice.
Fang Zhiyi tilted his head. "Talk? What’s there to discuss with highwaymen?"
His grip tightened. The chief escort’s eyes bulged with terror. "Y-You can’t kill me! I’m from the Thousand Miles Escort!"
His words cut off abruptly as Fang Zhiyi released him. The body crumpled to the ground.
"Robbers disguising themselves as escorts? Disgraceful," Fang Zhiyi remarked.
The youths were shaken. They had dreamed of roaming the martial world as righteous heroes, but never imagined they’d have to kill. Mei Ruoxue’s eyes widened, the scene before her leaving a profound impact.
"These men have blood on their hands. Remember what I told you? When business is good, they escort; when it’s bad, they rob. Pathetic."
"In this world, if you don’t kill, others will die by their hands."
A black-clad subordinate reported—the imposters had all been eliminated.
"In this era, a fearsome reputation is just as crucial as skill in the escort business," Fang Zhiyi mused, eyeing the dazed expressions of his students. He sighed. "If a day comes when most conflicts can be resolved without bloodshed, it’ll only be because enough have already died to make it possible."
Psychological preparation was vital. In this world, the martial arts realm was a place where you either killed or were killed. These students had to learn that idealism alone wouldn’t keep them alive.
When the group entered a densely wooded path, they encountered real bandits.
Spotting an unfamiliar banner on the carriage and noticing women among the escort, the outlaws jeered with crude insults as they charged.
The students, now steeled, engaged with greater composure—though Mei Ruoxue still hesitated. But when Jin Yidao took a slash to the arm shielding her, something clicked.
Watching Mei Ruoxue’s now-resolute swordplay, Fang Zhiyi smiled in approval.
After wiping out the bandits, Fang Zhiyi sent them to search the hideout. Two hours later, they returned to the road, leading dozens of women and children. Fury burned in the young heroes’ eyes.
Fang Zhiyi knew what they’d seen. The lesson was nearly complete.
As they neared Luoyang, they were stopped again—this time by men who made no attempt to hide. A banner fluttered beside them: "Swift Blade Sect."
Short on funds, the sect had set up a checkpoint to extort travelers.
Having lived in seclusion and with no social media to spread his fame, Fang Zhiyi was unrecognized.
The elder leading the checkpoint was beaten half to death. A disciple scrambled back for reinforcements, and soon the entire Swift Blade Sect descended upon them. The sect master arrived in a frenzy, brandishing a nine-ringed broadsword.
"Hurt my men? Not even the heavens can save you now!"
The next moment, his blade was knocked aside, and two sharp slaps struck his face.
"Say that again?"
The sect master’s eyes widened. "I said—you hit well!"
Fang Zhiyi nodded, turning to his students. "See? The martial world isn’t just about brute force. Knowing your enemy’s strength is key." Suddenly, he seized the sect master’s other hand. "Feigning weakness to lower their guard, then striking with lime powder or other tricks—many so-called heroes die this way. Never underestimate dirty tactics."
The sect master’s face paled, legs wobbling.
Fang Zhiyi studied him. "I won’t be harsh. You attacked us unprovoked and tried to rob us. Compensation for emotional distress will suffice."
The sect master nearly wept. "We’re broke! The Hidden Sword Manor took our city business. We had no choice! Spare us!"
Fang Zhiyi stroked his chin. "No money, you say?"
The sect master nodded frantically, fully aware of the gulf between them.
"Perfect." Fang Zhiyi’s grin sent a chill down even his allies’ spines.
As the carriage entered the city, Zhao Yang hugged a bundle of weapons, grinning ear to ear, while Jiang Rou carefully tucked away a manual Fang Zhiyi had tossed her, planning to bring it back to the martial school.
"Father… wasn’t that just robbery?" Mei Ruoxue whispered.
Fang Zhiyi spread his hands. "Robbery? That was compensation. Didn’t you see how happy they were?"
The students nodded vigorously. This trip with their headmaster had reshaped their understanding—both of the martial world and of Fang Zhiyi himself.
The Demon Sect’s Left Emissary? Nonsense. Could he possibly be worse than our headmaster?
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
+ 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!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
