Jingyun Peak received bad news once again. Chu Kuang was severely injured by his own Myriad Swords Returning to the Origin technique, and his cultivation realm had already dropped.
Before Perfected Jingyun could recover from the shock, he saw the compensation list and fine brought over by the disciples of the Disciplinary Hall.
Seeing the items listed clearly on it, Perfected Jingyun felt a stifling sensation in his chest and his blood boiled.
He hadn't worried about spirit stones for a long time. Jingyun Peak always had an endless supply of spirit stones and treasures, but now Fang Zhiyi actually dared to ask Jingyun Peak for money?
"How come I didn't know the Potian Sect had these rules?" he asked in a deep voice.
The Disciplinary Hall disciples looked at each other. "Perfected One, these are the new rules established by Senior Brother Fang Zhiyi after he temporarily took over the Disciplinary Hall. He said he wants to ensure that all disciples can receive appropriate protection..."
"Bastards..." Perfected Jingyun's face turned ugly. "And what if I don't pay?"
"Well, Senior Brother said the Disciplinary Hall can enforce it..."
"Enforce it?" Murderous intent permeated the air around Perfected Jingyun. "I'd like to see how he plans to enforce it! Get lost!"
The terrifying aura made the two Disciplinary Hall disciples stumble backward, and they ran away without looking back.
"Master..." At this moment, the door behind him opened, and a weak voice came through. Perfected Jingyun slowly turned his head and looked at his youngest disciple. But strangely, he didn't feel any heartache. Instead, a thought popped into his mind: everything was caused by this disciple.
As soon as this thought appeared, Perfected Jingyun immediately shook his head. How could he think like that? That was his youngest disciple. It was just that looking at her now, Perfected Jingyun felt a sense of irritability, so he simply returned to his residence without looking back.
"Master..." Miao Yunxi called out weakly, but her eyes were full of resentment. Since she woke up, her senior brothers didn't seem to care about her as much as before, and even her master didn't come to see her... Right, she still had Li Cheng!
"Since you can't help me get revenge, I'll find Li Cheng to help me!" she gritted her teeth hatefully.
She sought out Li Cheng in the afternoon, and they were caught that same afternoon. Fang Zhiyi had set up Disciplinary Hall patrol points everywhere, and the place where Miao Yunxi secretly met Li Cheng was specifically designated as a key patrol area.
Miao Yunxi and Li Cheng were caught red-handed. When the news reached Jingyun Peak, everyone there was stunned.
Their junior sister was actually fooling around with a demonic cultivator?
No matter what, they had to save her.
Perfected Jingyun took all his disciples to the Disciplinary Hall. Upon entering, he saw his recently recovered youngest disciple kneeling there crying. Seeing him come in, she hurriedly shouted, "Master, they are all bullying me!"
But looking at her face covered in snot and tears, Perfected Jingyun felt a bit disgusted.
"Fang Zhiyi, first you injured my disciple. He was in the wrong first, so I had nothing to say. Now you've arrested my youngest disciple. Are you determined to make an enemy of my Jingyun Peak?"
"What are you saying, Perfected Jingyun? No, Martial Uncle." Fang Zhiyi smiled. "We are all just following the rules. The sect has rules that must be obeyed, right? Moreover, colluding with a demonic cultivator is a major crime, which you know perfectly well. So many people saw it, and you're still playing favorites with her?"
"Fang Zhiyi, you haven't even cleared yourself of the suspicion of being a demonic cultivator, how dare you slander my junior sister?" Relying on his master's presence, Li Qi pointed at Fang Zhiyi and questioned him.
"I'll say it again: the burden of proof lies with the accuser. You want me to prove I'm not a demonic cultivator, then why don't you prove that I am one?"
Li Qi was left speechless. "Sophistry!"
"Give it a rest. Men, bring that demonic cultivator up here." Several disciples took the order and left, then dragged a dying guy back into the room.
"Senior Brother, this guy resisted too fiercely, so we had to be a bit heavy-handed..."
At this moment, Li Cheng had been beaten so badly he barely looked human.
Miao Yunxi felt her heart ache. Such a handsome face, how could they bear to strike it!
"Li Cheng..."
"Colluding with a demonic cultivator. Her cultivation will be crippled and she will be expelled from the sect!" Fang Zhiyi said lightly.
Miao Yunxi was stunned. She turned to look at her master. Perfected Jingyun was also looking at her, his eyes full of blame. There was no way to deny this.
"Jinx," Li Qi muttered.
Miao Yunxi seemed unable to believe her ears. She turned her head and looked at Li Qi.
Li Qi felt a bit uncomfortable under her gaze and turned his head away.
But it was obvious that now her senior brothers and her master were no longer protecting her as much.
Could it be because the system disappeared? Miao Yunxi finally thought of this point, and she immediately panicked. She was just a transmigrator. If she didn't have the system, wouldn't she be dead meat? No, she couldn't be expelled from the sect!
"I don't know him!"
As soon as these words came out, the bruised and swollen Li Cheng looked at her in disbelief.
"I, I was just passing by. He stopped me and forced himself on me..."
"Yunxi, you, you clearly said you wanted to leave with me..." Li Cheng looked hurt, even though he was already physically injured.
"Is this kid still affected by that 'group favorite halo' thing?" Fang Zhiyi wondered.
Little Hei took a glance. "No, he's just purely addicted."
"That's not true! I am a member of the Potian Sect, how could I be with a demonic cultivator like you!" Between saving her life and love, Miao Yunxi chose to save her life.
Li Cheng stared blankly, looking in disbelief at the sweetheart he had cared about for so long.
"Fang Zhiyi, you heard her too. My disciple is innocent," Perfected Jingyun spoke up. "Since there's nothing else, I will take her back. I will discipline her myself for the rest, so there's no need for you to worry."
But the moment he turned around, his body froze in place.
Perfected Jingyun turned his head in disbelief. "You... you... Body Integration Realm!"
His disciples were also shocked. When did Fang Zhiyi break through two realms in a row? They had no idea!
"That doesn't matter. We caught someone, and you want to take her away with just one sentence. That's against the rules, isn't it?" Fang Zhiyi slowly stood up, exuding a sharp, oppressive aura. "Moreover, I still haven't seen the compensation money from Jingyun Peak."
"Are you planning to lay a hand on me..." Before he could finish his sentence, Perfected Jingyun's vision blurred. Fang Zhiyi's smiling face was incredibly bright, and Perfected Jingyun instantly retreated several meters.
"Doesn't your Jingyun Peak like to let cultivation levels do the talking? I wonder if I'm qualified enough."
Fang Zhiyi's voice rang in his ear, and Perfected Jingyun broke out in a cold sweat.
"Sword, come!" An immortal-grade flying sword instantly appeared in his hand. With just a light swing, it carried a terrifyingly powerful sword intent! However, this sword intent was abruptly halted right at Fang Zhiyi's fingertips.
"I've heard a saying: nothing is indestructible, only speed is unbreakable."
Everyone present gasped in unison. It was their first time seeing someone catch Perfected Jingyun's sword barehanded!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
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.”
