Wei Guangming was eager to delve deeper into Chen Feng’s other martial arts techniques, wondering if they were essentially the same.
He strongly suspected that Chen Feng’s cultivation methods had peculiar requirements, much like the Sunflower Manual.
This suspicion grew especially after learning from Xiao Ruohan that Chen Feng had another disciple—an elite member of the Tun Tian Club.
Wei Guangming’s interest in Chen Feng’s martial arts only deepened.
In his eyes, this might be the only other sacred-level martial art in the world besides the Sunflower Manual.
The Wei family’s efficiency in handling matters was remarkable.
Shortly after Wei Guangming’s departure, major online media outlets exposed Jin Youxi’s foreign identity.
This time, the controversy surrounding the Great Xia Dragon Vein incident had even drawn interference from the Koreans.
Online voices quickly turned suspicious of Jin Youxi.
“Master probably never imagined he took in a disciple from an enemy nation.”
“Maybe he knew all along but was just infatuated with this little Korean beauty.”
“Who knows, this cutie might even be a spy from an enemy country!”
“Suggest the Martial Arts Guild conduct a thorough investigation.”
...
At the same time, Chen Feng’s status as a Great Xia hero came under intense scrutiny once again.
Xiao Ruohan publicly released a video claiming to be a victim of the Tun Tian Club.
In the video, Xiao Ruohan held up her ID card and revealed the death of her mother.
She accused a female high-ranking member of the Tun Tian Club—who claimed to be Chen Feng’s disciple—of causing her mother’s death.
The Martial Arts Guild had carefully investigated the matter back then.
Unfortunately, all surveillance footage from the location of Xiao Ruohan’s mother’s death was damaged.
As for the Tun Tian Club members Xiao Ruohan named, none were found.
The case was shelved without any resolution.
Online commentary was divided.
Some believed Xiao Ruohan was deliberately smearing Chen Feng out of old grudges.
Others felt the deceased should be respected; after all, Xiao Ruohan’s mother had died, and it was unlikely she would exploit her mother’s death to stir up trouble.
Meanwhile, the allegation that Chen Feng was a member of the Tun Tian Club once again trended on social media.
After all, this time the accusation came directly from Xiao Ruohan, Chen Feng’s former disciple, who publicly named names.
The Martial Arts Guild was too preoccupied to clear Chen Feng’s name.
Great Xia was at a critical juncture.
The major families’ martial saints emerged.
They resolved to wipe out all foreign enemies from the Eastern Continent once and for all.
From now on, there would only be one voice on the Eastern Continent.
Another matter was keeping the Martial Arts Guild overwhelmed.
The Absorbing Star Technique had already spread completely across three other continents.
Great Xia was naturally not spared and was beginning to show signs of the technique’s spread.
Many mediocre martial artists, struggling to make progress, suddenly received messages on their phones containing cultivation methods for the Absorbing Star Technique.
Most people, regardless of whether the information was genuine, initially rejected it outright.
But the temptation of the Absorbing Star Technique tormented them, causing restless nights and loss of appetite.
Eventually, many couldn’t resist and secretly began practicing it.
At first, they merely tried remote object absorption, curious about the novelty.
Gradually, many wanted to test the technique’s other capabilities on someone.
Even methods to evade the Martial Arts Guild’s inspections were published online.
In short, chaos was already emerging.
The Martial Arts Guild now faced the dilemma of not punishing the masses.
As soon as Yang Honghui returned to the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association, his face immediately darkened.
Inside the main hall of the Martial Arts Association, a cacophony of wails, scoldings, and pleas filled the air.
“You useless brat! Why on earth are you learning such a dangerous martial art? Are you trying to kill me with worry?”
“Mom! I’m just learning it for fun, I haven’t hurt anyone.”
A young girl, barely out of her teens, argued with her mother, tears of grievance in her eyes.
…
“I’ll beat you to death, you disgrace! Don’t you know your grandfather died because of the Absorbing Star Technique?”
“I don’t want to either! But my constitution is too weak. I don’t want to live a mediocre, meaningless life like you all, just an ordinary nobody.”
A young man, bruised and battered, showed no sign of admitting fault.
His father held a shoe sole in his hand, while his mother sobbed beside him.
…
“He’s still just a kid. Please, I beg you, don’t leave a criminal record on him, or his whole life will be ruined.”
“Mom, don’t bother pleading. Chen Feng also practices the Absorbing Star Technique and he became a hero.”
A reckless youth, clearly feeling persecuted by Chen Feng’s heroic reputation.
…
As soon as Yang Honghui came back, his subordinates anxiously reported:
“Today we caught over a dozen more. At this rate, we won’t be able to keep the association open.”
“Moreover, there have been continuous reports of people practicing the Absorbing Star Technique.”
Yang Honghui couldn’t help but sigh heavily.
The young people were the biggest headache right now.
Each one was either a curious kid or someone desperate to defy fate, and then there was a group of fools trying to imitate Chen Feng.
They couldn’t be ignored, but no one knew how to handle them.
Catching one or two was manageable—make an example out of them to scare the rest.
But throughout Great Xia, countless youths were secretly learning the Absorbing Star Technique.
Some even openly demonstrated their ability to absorb things.
There were even many Absorbing Star Technique social groups.
These young people were simply impossible to manage.
“The future of Great Xia is in the hands of these young people. How can anyone feel at ease?”
Yang Honghui sat silently in his office, waiting for instructions from headquarters.
He was at a loss.
The allure of the Absorbing Star Technique was simply too great.
He looked at a message on his phone, quietly reviewing the various incredible applications of the technique.
He almost couldn’t resist trying it himself.
Yang Honghui hurriedly closed his phone.
But in his mind, the flow of the Absorbing Star Technique still lingered.
Kunlun City.
Hearing the honking of cars, Chen Feng realized he had finally left Kunlun.
He took a deep breath of the car exhaust.
A wave of familiarity washed over him.
“I’m finally back.”
“I wonder how Youxi and Wei Wei have been doing.”
It had been five months since he left Kunlun Mountain, and now he was finally out.
Looking at the city outside Kunlun Mountain, a strong feeling of returning home rose in his heart.
Soon, he spotted an advertisement on a bus stop nearby.
It was of himself.
Below the picture, the slogan read: “Kunlun Heroic Soul, Eternally Immortal.”
But the billboard was covered in graffiti.
“Bullshit heroics, just a murderer.”
“Who knows how many died under his Absorbing Star Technique!”
“Member of the Swallowing Heaven Club, deserves to die!”
Chen Feng knew that his Beiming Divine Skill had definitely been exposed by those who had escaped earlier.
He was even mistaken for practicing the Absorbing Star Technique.
That certainly caused some trouble.
But seeing the content on the billboard, it was clear that the Martial Arts Guild hadn’t listed him as a member of the Devouring Sky Club.
Instead, they regarded him as a hero.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
