Cui Shifan stood to the side, watching Gu Chengyin board the carriage with a tragic yet graceful demeanor under the watchful eyes of the crowd. The corner of his eye couldn't help but twitch several times.
This level of skill, this acting ability, was actually already on par with his own.
This boy must either be used by me, or be eliminated! Otherwise, given time, he will definitely become a major threat!
Murderous intent and apprehension intertwined in Cui Shifan's heart, but right now was clearly not the time to make a move.
He watched Gu Chengyin's carriage slowly start and leave the scene.
Cui Shifan turned around, preparing to leave this messy place as well.
But just as he lifted his foot, a string in his mind suddenly snapped.
Wait.
It seems like something is missing?
Cui Shifan suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned his head in confusion.
His gaze swept over the Golden Feather Guards who were cleaning up the bloodstains and moving the mutilated corpses of the men in black, swept over the gradually dispersing crowd around him, swept over his trusted aides...
Where was that small figure dressed in men's clothing?
Cui Shifan's face instantly turned deathly pale.
Zi... where is Zilu?!
Cui Shifan violently grabbed the collar of the trusted aide beside him and shouted sternly, Where is the Eldest Miss?! Wasn't she just here?!
The trusted aide also panicked and stammered, R-replying to Master, the Eldest Miss... seems to have helped Marquis Bingjian into the carriage and went up with him...
She got on Gu Chengyin's carriage?!
Cui Shifan only felt a rush of hot blood shoot straight to his head, and stars danced before his eyes.
His heart felt as if it was being ruthlessly squeezed by an invisible hand, making him unable to catch his breath.
Damned Gu Chengyin! You bastard! You piece of trash!!!
Cui Shifan could no longer maintain the demeanor of a Grand Secretary, cursing furiously in exasperation, Give Zilu back to me!
His vision went black, his body swayed, and he almost really fainted.
Fortunately, the trusted aide beside him was quick to react and supported him.
Cui Shifan clutched his chest, his face ashen, his breathing rapid.
Hoo... hoo...
Cui Shifan forced himself to calm down, squeezing an order out through his teeth:
Immediately dispatch a few experts to protect the Eldest Miss!
And keep a close eye on Gu Chengyin! If he dares to do anything inappropriate to Zilu, chop off his hands!
...
Compared to Cui Shifan's furious exasperation, the atmosphere inside the carriage was much more harmonious.
The expression on Gu Chengyin's face faded, replaced by complete calmness.
He leaned against the carriage wall, resting his eyes to quietly recover his stamina while sorting out his next steps.
After resting for a while, as soon as he opened his eyes, he met a pair of eyes filled with admiration and excitement.
Cui Zilu was leaning in very close, almost touching Gu Chengyin's face, her eyes sparkling with near-fanatical starlight.
Brother Chengyin!
The excitement in her suppressed tone was about to overflow. You were amazing just now! You were exactly like the peerless heroes in the plays!
No, even more amazing than the ones in the plays! Shouldering loyalty and righteousness, unafraid of power, pleading for the people... If I do not enter hell, who will! Wow! That line was said so well! I almost cried!
She cupped her face with both hands, completely immersed in her own emotion. I knew it! You are just as I imagined! A great hero who represents justice and dares to swing his sword at all evil!
We are going to the Shangguan Manor this time to uncover an even bigger conspiracy and defeat the bad guys hiding in the dark, right?
Although Uncle Dao is no longer with us, his heroic spirit will definitely protect us! We will definitely succeed! To comfort Uncle Dao's spirit in heaven!
Gu Chengyin: ...
He silently looked at Cui Zilu in front of him, who had an extremely strong imagination and clearly viewed him through heavily rose-tinted glasses.
For a moment, he was actually at a loss for words, not knowing how to respond.
There was simply too much to unpack.
Could this be the natural counter to a scheming mind?
In the end, Gu Chengyin just twitched his lips into a smile, reached out to rub Cui Zilu's head, and said vaguely, Zilu is right, we are... going to uncover an even bigger conspiracy.
Instead of being annoyed at having her head rubbed, Cui Zilu acted like a kitten whose fur had been stroked.
Her eyes brightened even more as she nodded vigorously. Mhm! Brother Chengyin, I'll listen to you on everything!
The carriage driver had already been replaced by another guard from the Cui Manor, who also had a cultivation base at the Foundation Establishment Realm and a steady aura.
The underlying strength of a great noble family could be seen from the deployment of such a guard.
Moreover, this guard had clearly received strict orders from Cui Shifan. He was a man of few words, solely focused on driving the carriage, and turned a deaf ear to the conversation inside.
As the carriage slowly decelerated, it finally came to a stop.
The guard's deep voice came from outside:
Marquis Gu, we have arrived at the Shangguan Manor.
Gu Chengyin straightened his bloodstained robes and instructed Cui Zilu, Just stay in the carriage and watch.
Cui Zilu had wanted to follow, but she obediently nodded, clenching her small fists in encouragement. You can do it, Brother Chengyin!
Gu Chengyin pushed open the carriage door and jumped down.
He was immediately drawn to another carriage parked at the entrance of the Shangguan Manor.
Looking at the insignia, it was a carriage from the Censorate?
An Imperial Censor had come knocking so soon.
Thoughts flashed through Gu Chengyin's mind, while his face revealed an expression of mixed grief and indignation.
His footsteps did not stop; in fact, they began to speed up.
The true qi in his body suddenly surged, entirely converging into his legs.
Then, a cold glint flashed in his eyes as he took a fierce step forward, raising his right leg like a steel whip.
Bringing with it a sharp gust of wind, he ruthlessly kicked the vermilion gate of the Shangguan Manor.
Bang!!!
A deafening explosion echoed through the air!
That solid wooden gate, which ordinary strong men working together would find hard to break open, met Gu Chengyin's kick infused with true qi.
The latch let out an overwhelmed groan, and then the entire door panel, as if struck by a giant hammer, violently caved inward and deformed.
It then flew backward into the courtyard with a crash, sending splintered wood flying everywhere amidst a cloud of dust!
Gu Chengyin retracted his leg, standing before the doorframe amid the swirling dust. Covered in bloodstains, his gaze was as cold as ice.
Circulating his true qi, he roared furiously, his voice shaking the roof tiles:
Shangguan Yuan! Get the hell out here to face this Marquis!!!
Exclamations, angry shouts, and hurried footsteps echoed from within the manor.
Soon, a figure rushed out from the direction of the main hall. It was none other than Shangguan Yuan.
He had clearly just come out of his study, still wearing his casual clothes. His hairpiece was slightly disheveled, and his face bore a look of shock mixed with rage.
When he saw that his front gate was completely deformed, the panels shattered, the hinges broken, lying miserably on the ground with wood splinters scattered everywhere...
Shangguan Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank, the color instantly draining from his face, only to flush a bright red from extreme fury moments later.
He pointed at the pile of broken wood on the ground, his fingers trembling with anger. His voice pitched up and distorted from disbelief and heartache:
My... my grand golden thread nanmu gate!!! Made from century-old timber! Passed down for three generations!
Shangguan Yuan snapped his head around, his bloodshot eyes glaring fixedly at the culprit standing in the doorway.
Anger completely overwhelmed his reason as he cursed furiously:
Gu Chengyin! I have put up with you for far too long!!!
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 + 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!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
