In the mystical continent of Xuanzhou, where spiritual power reigns supreme, all manner of tales unfold. Though it is a world of cultivators, it is no different from the martial world of rivers and lakes.
Li Wenyan secretly fled his home, tired of its tedious rules and brimming with curiosity about the outside world. The tales of the martial world from storytellers constantly captivated him, and those legendary stories ceaselessly stirred his heart.
He didn't carry much money, only a heart full of fervor. Perhaps by heaven's grace, although Li Wenyan encountered some setbacks, he passed through them safely. Along the way, he befriended two companions: Lin Wanqing and Zhao Jinglei. Lin Wanqing was always exquisitely dressed, yet no one knew her true skill lay in using poison. According to her, her talent came from her mother, though mentioning her mother always brought a shadow over Lin Wanqing's face.
Zhao Jinglei was skilled in the Thunderbolt Fist, his punches roaring like thunder. With a simple, honest laugh, he had known Lin Wanqing for a long time and often acted as her enforcer.
A particular case brought the three of them together. Being of similar age and sharing a deep curiosity about the martial world, they decided to travel together, their bond growing closer by the day.
Later, they met Chu Yao, who wielded a longbow. Lin Wanqing remarked that her bow was clearly no ordinary item, but Chu Yao was not one for conversation, and they couldn't pry any information from her.
Liu Yueya was skilled in mechanical traps and devices; even her personal accessories could be intricate mechanisms designed to take lives. A chatterbox, she latched onto them because Zhao Jinglei had damaged one of her meticulously laid traps. Insisting on compensation from Zhao Jinglei, she thus boarded their "ship."
Ye Qingzhou and Xiao Changfeng were met in another secret realm. The two were constantly at odds—one excelled in lightness skills and agile movement, the other in a domineering sword technique. Li Wenyan mediated and invited them to join their journey.
Shi Jian was Li Wenyan's childhood friend, a steadfast and honest fellow who practiced the Unmoving Rock Art, making his body as hard as steel. After being kidnapped, he was fortuitously rescued by Li Wenyan and the others. Overjoyed to see Li Wenyan, he ultimately chose to join their little group.
The last member was Hua Nongying, skilled in medicine and capable of creating shadow clones, yet always wore a worried expression. Faced with Ye Qingzhou's invitation, she finally nodded in agreement.
Thus, nine youths gathered. On Qingyun Mountain, they built their own "Qingyun Lodge" with their own hands, giving them a base of operations. They also gave themselves a name: "The Nine of Qingyun."
Of course, retirement was not the wish of these youths. Soon, they resumed their chivalrous deeds: capturing wanted criminals for the authorities, avenging wronged commoners, eliminating bandits on the roads, and punishing unscrupulous merchants who hoarded and inflated grain prices.
Yet, amidst these ordinary affairs, an extraordinary undercurrent began to surface. Gradually, they discovered some strange traces. Gathering together, the nine pieced together their individual clues and immediately uncovered a secret.
Every opponent they clashed with had a common name behind them: the Wanbao Pavilion!
The Wanbao Pavilion had branches all over Xuanzhou. On the surface, they dealt in grain, cloth, and restaurant businesses, but in the shadows, they controlled the largest assassin organization on the continent.
And they, by a twist of fate, had disrupted the Wanbao Pavilion's plans. Holding onto their desire to rid the world of evil, the youths did not retreat.
Each played to their strengths: some devised strategies and plans, others gathered intelligence, some provided cover for their spy companions, and others drew the Wanbao Pavilion's attention openly.
As they learned more, their conflict with the Wanbao Pavilion grew more pronounced. But heaven always stood on the side of justice. They slew the "Death Harbinger" hiding in Luoxia Town, then Xiao Changfeng, cooperating with Ye Qingzhou, destroyed the Wanbao Pavilion's stronghold in Heishi City.
After exposing the Wanbao Pavilion cloth shop's use of mind-altering dyes, they killed its leader, the Poisonous Seamstress. It was here they discovered a shocking conspiracy: the Wanbao Pavilion had been plotting a rebellion! They had even planned how to deal with the cultivators tasked with protecting the imperial family and how to seize military power.
Thus, the Nine of Qingyun sprang into action. One group went to deliver a warning, while another continued to investigate the identity of the mastermind behind the Wanbao Pavilion. The investigators encountered the Wanbao Pavilion's Sword Immortal of Wine. Out of respect for a senior, Xiao Changfeng requested a one-on-one duel. The Sword Immortal of Wine agreed and, naturally, fell to the sword of this exceptionally talented junior.
From then on, the fame of the Nine of Qingyun spread far and wide. Emperor Tianyan also received their secret report and immediately dispatched imperial experts to cooperate with the Nine. Multiple Wanbao Pavilion strongholds were destroyed, and the shadowy mastermind gradually revealed himself.
The final battle naturally involved the Nine of Qingyun surrounding that mastermind. By this point, almost everyone was wounded, but it did not stop them from condemning the mastermind's sinister and vile deeds. Knowing the situation was hopeless, the mastermind ultimately chose to perish together with them.
In that fierce battle, only two escaped. Xiao Changfeng and Chu Yao returned to Qingyun Lodge, sighing over life being but a dream.
Fang Zhiyi watched, utterly confused. "How stirring. Quite stirring indeed."
Little Hei held its head high. Fang Zhiyi noticed a stream of pure energy seemed to flow within its small body.
"Stirring? Let me show you the original protagonist's perspective then."
The Xuanzhou continent was abundant with spiritual energy. One would think cultivators would be everywhere, but that was not the case. Under Emperor Tianyan's rule, the path of advancement for commoners had long been blocked. The capital, Tiancheng, was filled with powerful families and sects, and the imperial court was rife with factional strife. This Xuanzhou belonged to the upper echelons; commoners here were merely fuel.
Fang Zhiyi's father also came from a prominent family, but he was an anomaly among the scions. Unlike forming cliques and befriending officials, Fang's father preferred to travel widely. The more he traveled, the more appalled he became. Behind this seemingly peaceful Xuanzhou lay the blood and tears of the common people.
Cultivators could kill without breaking the law. Scions of powerful families could crush one or two commoners like ants. Local officials added new taxes; failure to pay enough spirit herbs would bring punishment upon the local populace. Ordinary people bumping into a cultivator on the road could result in disability or even death.
Finally, he could bear it no longer. He stood up to seek justice for a family that had been completely wiped out. His intentions were good, but he overestimated his own strength. This ordinary case even implicated powerful families in Tiancheng. Consequently, due to Fang's father's actions, the Fang family was inexplicably charged with treason. Over a hundred members of the Fang family were slaughtered overnight.
All except Fang Zhiyi, who survived by playing dead.
He erased his name and vanished into the martial world, starting as a waiter in a tavern. Step by step, he founded the Wanbao Pavilion. Then he met Prince Xuan, Emperor Tianyan's younger brother, who had never accepted the Emperor's rule. With Prince Xuan's covert support, the Wanbao Pavilion's influence gradually solidified, and Fang Zhiyi steadily advanced toward his own goal.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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...
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.
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!
