Qiao Zhou looked puzzled, pointing at Lin Chen: You, you are Lin Chen?
Haha, you can't even recognize the person. Old man, you need a pair of glasses.
To not even recognize Brother Chen, this is getting interesting.
The people of the Shura Sect had teasing expressions and burst into laughter.
Qiao Zhou was furious, his old face flushed red. He stepped forward and roared: Lin Chen, today I will demand an explanation on behalf of the Yunhai Sect.
As he spoke, his inner energy surged around him, blowing up his white beard, ready to attack.
Lin Chen stared coldly at Qiao Zhou.
The piercing killing intent, almost tangible, locked onto Qiao Zhou.
Those eyes were cold and ruthless, utterly terrifying.
Now, Lin Chen's strength had already stepped into the Heavenly Dipper Realm.
Against these martial artists who were still stuck cultivating basic inner energy, he had absolute suppression.
A chill ran down Qiao Zhou's spine, and his whole body trembled.
Just as he took a step, he felt his legs give way.
Then, with a thud, he knelt directly on the ground.
This scene left everyone dumbfounded.
Old man, what are you doing!
The people of the Yunhai Sect all turned their faces away, too ashamed to look.
Kneel if you want, but don't say you represent the Yunhai Sect anymore! We can't afford to lose this face!
Lin Chen instantly lost all interest. He swept a cold glance over them and said indifferently: Please go back.
After saying that, he turned and left.
Leaving the Yunhai Sect with an aloof and proud back.
Qiao Zhou snapped back to reality, his beard trembling with anger: This is too much!
Just now, he was actually intimidated by Lin Chen's aura!
However, in that split second, he seemed to have foreseen his own death.
It was as if his heart had been tightly gripped!
The intense oppression made him feel as if he had just taken a trip to the gates of hell.
Let's go!
Qiao Zhou stood up and said angrily.
The people of the Yunhai Sect also felt they had lost a lot of face, and they followed Qiao Zhou dejectedly, preparing to leave.
Old man, stand firm, don't kneel down again.
Han Liang looked at his back and joked.
Qiao Zhou's old face was bright red. Gone was his previous immortal-like demeanor as he cursed: Just wait, I will lead the Yunhai Sect to wipe out your Shura Sect!
Hearing this, the Yunhai Sect members behind him all felt they couldn't lift their heads.
An unknown lackey of theirs had already finished off their sect's chief disciple.
When the main target, Lin Chen, showed up, he made you kneel before even making a move.
What do you have to fight them with!
Did you just say you want to wipe out the Shura Sect?
A lazy voice sounded.
The people of the Yunhai Sect looked over and were instantly shocked.
On the beach ahead, a handsome young man with lifeless eyes had suddenly appeared.
Terrifying lightning coiled around his body, with streaks of blue-purple electric sparks flashing a blinding light.
The members of the Yunhai Sect swallowed hard, feeling their legs trembling uncontrollably.
This aura was barely any weaker than Lin Chen's!
Qiao Zhou felt his legs going soft and was about to kneel again, so he quickly supported himself on Yude beside him and forced a smile: I, I was just joking.
Boom!
A blinding bolt of blue-purple lightning struck down from the sky!
It landed squarely on the boat they had arrived in!
Looking at the boat blasted to pieces by the lightning, the Yunhai Sect members kept as quiet as cicadas in winter, a chill running down their spines.
Is this something a human can do?
Swim back yourselves!
Bai Xiu said indifferently, then ignored them and strode back to the base.
Yesterday, he fell asleep on the beach and got submerged during high tide. He had only just woken up when the tide went out.
The martial artists of the Yunhai Sect looked at the shattered boat, glancing at each other in dismay.
How were they supposed to get back!
There was a whole strait between them!
...
Xingming Island.
Inside the recently built makeshift base.
An Yi chewed on some bread, took two sips of milk, and gave Qin Yao a thumbs up: Yao Yao, the milk you poured is really good, rich and fragrant without being too heavy!
Qin Yao smiled without the smile reaching her eyes: It has nothing to do with me, you should go praise the cow.
She only truly realized it now.
Perhaps her talent in cooking wasn't as outstanding as she had imagined.
For Qin Yao, who had been proficient in everything since childhood, this brought a certain sense of defeat.
Does that guy Long Aoyun have any weaknesses?
An Yi flipped through Long Aoyun's profile on his phone, trying to find some clues.
Qin Yao pondered: As the master of the Hall of Gods, he has another identity. He is a live-in son-in-law of the He family.
If news of Long Aoyun's identity as a live-in son-in-law were released, it would definitely be jaw-dropping news.
The dignified master of the Hall of Gods, the God of War of Great Xia, the Dragon Commander of the Empire, actually condescended to be a live-in son-in-law in the insignificant He family!
Although the matter was hidden, the Underworld currently controlled by Qin Yao was best at intelligence gathering.
Naturally, these matters concerning Long Aoyun were also dug up.
Is the He family very powerful? An Yi asked in surprise.
He really couldn't imagine how the dignified God of War of Great Xia could stoop to being a live-in son-in-law.
Qin Yao shook her head slightly: Very ordinary, and they declined a long time ago.
Then it's bizarre, what exactly is the reason. An Yi pondered.
He Tingting!
Qin Yao said seriously.
She had analyzed the intelligence. For Long Aoyun to condescend to the He family as a live-in son-in-law.
There was only this one reason!
An Yi closed his eyes, settling this information in his heart and beginning to think.
For a woman, a dignified God of War was actually willing to become a live-in son-in-law.
Then...
Just how beautiful must that woman be!!
Oh, I suddenly remembered something.
Qin Yao held a butter knife, cutting the bread and spreading peanut butter.
An Yi asked in confusion: What is it?
The Yunhai Sect might come looking for trouble with us soon.
Qin Yao took a bite of the bread and said casually.
Are they strong?
An Yi showed a bit of curiosity.
He seemingly hadn't heard of this sect and had no impression of it.
Qin Yao took a sip of milk and said: Very weak.
An Yi: ...
In terms of the power rankings in Great Xia, according to the statistics provided by the Underworld, the Yunhai Sect should be ranked ninth in Great Xia, but...
Qin Yao paused, the corners of her pretty mouth curling up slightly: They know absolutely nothing about the strength of the Shura Sect!
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?!
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.
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.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
