When Lu Zhaoran's old friends arrived, Fang Zhiyi still politely met them. One was an old beggar, and the other was a thin old man who looked like a scholar. After visiting the Youzhou Martial Arts School, Fang Zhiyi personally cooked for them. Thinking that the former left envoy of the Demon Cult wouldn't poison them, they ate happily. However, Mei Ruoxue was a bit unhappy because she wasn't allowed to cook.
"Fortunately, if that little girl had cooked, these two old men would have run away for sure," Lu Zhaoran murmured.
Thinking that there would be two more people to "suffer" with them in the future, He Wugui couldn't help grinning from ear to ear. There was a big difference between two people sharing a chicken and four people sharing one! As for Old Lan, that sly old fox actually said he was abstaining from meat.
A big piece of news spread across the martial arts world. The former left envoy of the Demon Cult had opened a school and was recruiting all disciples! Regardless of their background or origin, as long as they paid the tuition fees, they could enroll! Moreover, the teaching staff included the Gentleman Sword He Wugui, the Double - Blade Swordsman Lu Zhaoran, the Nine - Fingered Beggar, and the Thousand - Handed Scholar!
After this news spread, many sects sneered at it. They only suspected that Fang Zhiyi had some ulterior motives. However, Youzhou was indeed quite far away. Moreover, it was said that Fang Zhiyi's demonic skills had improved a lot. The cost of going to fight him was too high, so they were all just watching for the time being.
With the help of Laughing Maitreya's intelligence network and Shunfeng's advertising, surprisingly, more than two hundred people came on the opening day of the school! There were the sons of merchants, children from peasant families, and some gang members. They were of all kinds, but different from the first batch of students, these people were almost all ordinary people without any martial arts foundation.
Fang Zhiyi stayed up all night to modify the teaching methods. He even disassembled his own martial arts skills and assigned different parts to the teachers. This move greatly surprised the two later - arrived old men.
Lin Muran was a bit depressed. He was very lucky to have accidentally escaped from the Five Immortals Cult. After running away for three days, looking at the dead snow frog in his hand, he hesitated for a long time but still chose to swallow it in one gulp. Soon, the evil fire attacked his heart, and he started running around like a madman, bumping into things.
The person in charge of monitoring him frowned and said, "This guy is so scary. Is that a tree he's hitting?"
In his madness, Lin Muran attacked a group of female relatives. Unexpectedly, they were from the Thousand Machines Pavilion. He was captured and locked up in the dungeon of the Thousand Machines Pavilion.
There was also a madman who had been imprisoned there for a long time. Lin Muran endured the attack of the evil fire, and then he started having diarrhea. The snow frog had been dead for two days when he ate it. Even an immortal couldn't stand it.
Before Lin Muran had a chance to talk to the madman, he heard the prison door outside open, and a group of people walked in.
"Principal Fang, you should have told us in advance. Did you come here specifically to see Uncle Five?" The young master of the Thousand Machines Pavilion led the way. Since Shunfeng had settled here, the business of the Thousand Machines Pavilion had also been boosted. They not only got a share of the profits but also could sell their products to other places through Shunfeng. Facing Fang Zhiyi, he was extremely respectful.
A stench came out, and Fang Zhiyi frowned.
A disciple beside him immediately said, "Principal Fang, Young Master, there's a madman here who attacked our madam's convoy. He started having diarrhea after he came in, so it's a bit..."
Fang Zhiyi glanced at the half - dead Lin Muran and then pointed at the madman locked opposite him. "Bring him out and talk."
"This..." The young master covered his nose and hesitated a bit. "Uncle Five is a bit crazy. He has good martial arts skills..."
Fang Zhiyi put his hand on the stone wall and gently pressed it. A handprint appeared on it. "Am I afraid of him?"
"Bring him! Bring him right away!"
Fang Zhiyi remembered that Uncle Five's madness could be cured. He just needed to follow Lin Muran's path.
He took Uncle Five away, and the Thousand Machines Pavilion didn't have any objections. Keeping this old madman at home would sooner or later become a problem.
Lin Muran, who had lost the chance again, felt worse than dead. He only got better after having diarrhea for three days and three nights. The Thousand Machines Pavilion was afraid that he would die in the dungeon, so they simply dragged him out and threw him outside the city. Lin Muran survived once again.
But he was very depressed. He always felt that something was wrong, as if there was an invisible hand constantly poking at him from behind.
When he wanted to be a hero and save a beauty, he was knocked unconscious. When he woke up, it was already dark, and the beauty was long gone.
He saw a man carrying a medicine chest being robbed. He thought it would be a good thing to make friends with a doctor, but immediately someone else acted faster than him. He remembered that figure. It was the guy who had spoiled his good deed in the Five Immortals Cult! But he didn't dare to come out. That person was much stronger than him. Strangely, when Fang Zhiyi left, he even specifically looked in the direction where Lin Muran was hiding.
In the market, Lin Muran saw a thief stealing. He snatched the wallet, but his hand was suddenly grabbed.
"Thief!"
Lin Muran was extremely panicked. The little beauty whose wallet had been stolen angrily came closer. "How dare you! Do you know who I am?"
Everyone accused him, and the person who had grabbed his hand disappeared into the crowd.
Lin Muran fled for his life and even injured the constables who came. So he was wanted. The wanted notice was issued jointly by the local martial arts forces and the government.
Lin Muran thought he was the most miserable time - traveler.
"Host, Lin Muran has been captured by the Western Demon Monk," Little Hei, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said.
Fang Zhiyi was stunned. "Damn it, there's such a thing?"
"His luck has been weakening, and the pattern has been disrupted."
Fang Zhiyi nodded. Lin Muran was no longer a threat. The longer the time passed, the slimmer the chance he had of causing any trouble.
He had snatched many of Lin Muran's opportunities and connections. With his persuasion, people would come to join the Youzhou Martial Arts School with their bedding rolls every now and then. The reputation of the martial arts school spread across the martial arts world again.
More students came to the martial arts school to study with their tuition fees. This also caused dissatisfaction among many sects. Fang Zhiyi's actions were like digging their graves.
How did the famous and decent sects thrive? It was by monopolizing various martial arts secrets and carefully selecting disciples, which allowed them to be passed down from generation to generation. However, the appearance of the Youzhou Martial Arts School provided an opportunity for ordinary people to learn martial arts. What was more important was that those students were learning Fang Zhiyi's martial arts, and it was also said that He Wugui and those old guys were teaching the students their own skills!
If this continued, the advantages of the sects would disappear in a few years!
They wanted to protest and hold another martial arts conference, but reality gave them a heavy blow.
There were Shunfeng Express outlets in almost all nine major states in the Central Plains. Wherever there was Shunfeng Express, there was a martial arts force cooperating with them. These forces were not small, and someone had even said that whoever touched Fang Zhiyi was smashing their rice bowls, and they wouldn't let that person have a good life!
This wasn't just empty talk. Most of the famous and decent sects were far away from the towns, but they still needed to eat and wear clothes. If these forces didn't let them in, what could they do?
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!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
