Chen Feng still didn't quite understand what the permanent opening of Mount Kunlun meant.
Nor did he know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
He planned to ask Qianqian if she knew, when he entered Mount Kunlun.
But for now, Chen Feng handed the Vermilion Fruit to Su Yan.
"Regardless, let's heal your mother's injuries first."
Su Yan teased:
"Does this count as a betrothal gift from my Martial Ancestor?"
"I promised Mom we wouldn't ask for any betrothal gifts; in fact, I'd bring a dowry."
Chen Feng gave a dry cough.
"That's not what I meant."
"I'm purely concerned about Su Yan's health."
"After all, a qi deviation is very dangerous."
Su Yan pressed on relentlessly.
"So when does Martial Ancestor plan to get married?"
"I don't even care about a wedding ceremony, just a promise from you."
"Then I'll be yours."
"Mom and I will leave the Devouring Heaven Club immediately."
Marriage!
To be honest, Chen Feng had never thought about leaving his single life behind.
He really hadn't considered marriage.
He looked at Su Yan awkwardly and said:
"Is marriage absolutely necessary?"
Su Yan pouted:
"If I can't marry you, what's the point of living?"
"I'd rather destroy this world along with the Devouring Heaven Club."
Chen Feng was speechless, thinking to himself:
"She seems quite cheerful, so why is she so extreme?"
"Is there really no other way?"
He tried to reason with her:
"We've just met. Matters like marriage are best decided after we get to know each other better."
"What if you don't like me after we get to know each other?"
Su Yan gave a sly smile.
"When I came over, I saw a hotel over there."
"Let's go and 'get to know each other better' right now."
Chen Feng was so startled he quickly waved his hands.
"That's not what I meant!"
"I meant that feelings between two people need time to develop and adjust."
"Time will let us think more clearly about the serious matter of marriage, so we won't regret it later."
Su Yan covered her face and said:
"Time doesn't matter."
"No matter how long or short Martial Ancestor's 'time' is, or how long he can 'last'."
"I don't mind, as long as Martial Ancestor is happy."
Huh?
Chen Feng was stunned for five seconds.
Is the 'time' you're talking about the same 'time' I'm talking about?
Chen Feng felt helpless.
He originally thought meeting in person might make her change her mind.
He didn't expect it to be just as his disciple Su Yan had said.
Her daughter was so infatuated with him.
"Ah! My damnable charm, why is it so potent!"
Finally, Chen Feng shook his head and could only stall:
"How about this! You and your mother leave the Devouring Heaven Club first."
"I have something very important to attend to right now. Once I'm done, I'll marry you."
"At the same time, I hope you can think things through during this period."
Su Yan couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, revealing her glistening, snow-white teeth.
She wrapped her arms around Chen Feng's arm.
"Husband! I'll wait for you. You must keep your promise."
"I won't marry anyone else in this lifetime."
"If you dare lie to me, I'll die right in front of you."
The word "husband" made Chen Feng's scalp tingle.
At the same time, he thought to himself:
"It's over. My life is pretty much settled in the hands of Old Su Yan's daughter."
"I can't really let this extreme Little Su Yan die in front of me, can I?"
But looking at Su Yan's figure and looks...
He didn't seem to be at a loss.
Just as Chen Feng was unsure what to do next,
his phone suddenly rang.
Using the act of answering the call, he managed to free himself from Su Yan.
Yang Honghui's voice came from the other end of the line.
"Xiao Chen, the Martial Arts Association is about to elect a new President."
"Many people have nominated you. You should hurry to the Sacred Capital."
President of the Martial Arts Association?
Chen Feng was taken aback.
It wasn't that he looked down on himself.
He knew very well he was absolutely not cut out for it.
He couldn't even manage a single martial arts school properly.
If he became the President of the Martial Arts Association,
who knows what he'd be supposed to do?
"President Yang, I'm not the right person for that."
"Besides, I have some matters to attend to recently. I'm afraid I can't participate in the Martial Arts Association election."
Yang Honghui naturally knew Chen Feng wasn't the right person.
After all, Chen Feng was far too young.
Not mature enough.
Not like himself, who was mature and steady, talented and brilliant, resourceful, capable...
Yang Honghui sighed.
"I am the right material for President, but unfortunately, I lack both the strength and the prestige."
"A true loss for Great Xia."
After hanging up, Chen Feng seized the opportunity to find an excuse and slipped away directly.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to toss the Vermilion Fruit to Su Yan.
"Take this to your mother for her injuries!"
"You must leave the Devouring Heaven Club as soon as possible!"
Looking at this young Martial Ancestor, Su Yan felt her heart was truly moved.
She shouted at Chen Feng's retreating back:
"Husband, you must come back soon!"
"I'll be waiting for you!"
Chen Feng really wasn't used to the word "husband."
He didn't even know how to respond.
He simply didn't look back and got straight into a car back to the Kunlun Sanatorium.
As soon as he sat in the car, he saw a message from Jin Youxi on his phone.
[Master, someone from the Sacred Capital's Ye Family came looking for you.]
[They brought a lot of precious gifts too.]
The Ye Family?
Chen Feng was puzzled.
He had no connection with the Ye Family.
But he didn't think too much about it.
He'd find out what it was about once he got back.
After dealing with this, he'd hurry into Mount Kunlun to inquire about Zhang Bowen's news.
As soon as he returned to his villa,
he saw two elderly men and four young men and women
sitting on the living room sofa.
Grandpa Jin was chatting with them.
Liu Weiwei and Zhao Bing were practicing martial arts in the villa garden.
Jin Youxi was scrolling through her phone, constantly complaining about the cliché plots in short dramas.
The six members of the Ye Family immediately stood up politely when they saw Chen Feng return.
"Our Great Xia hero has finally returned."
"Mr. Chen Feng is truly remarkable, a hot candidate in this election."
"Even the Wang Family is advocating for you to become President."
Hearing the old man's words,
Chen Feng finally understood why he had become a candidate for President.
It turned out the Wang Family was behind it.
Probably Wang Hao's doing.
Chen Feng said with a smile:
"I don't plan to participate in the election."
"Moreover, I simply don't have the ability to be the President of the Martial Arts Association."
Another old man laughed:
"You're being too modest."
"You are considered the number one among the younger generation in Great Xia."
"I even heard that last time, with Grandmaster-level strength, you fought against a Martial Venerable, crossing two whole levels."
"Such astonishing achievements indicate you are destined to become a Martial Saint in the future."
As he spoke, the old man suddenly began wiping away tears.
"It's a pity our family's Patriarch fell in battle for Great Xia."
"Even without our Patriarch, our Ye Family still wishes to contribute more to Great Xia."
"For this Martial Arts Association presidential election, since Mr. Chen Feng doesn't wish to participate, could you perhaps cast a vote for our Ye Family?"
Chen Feng finally understood. After all this, they were here to canvass for votes.
He didn't want to get involved in these power struggles.
But seeing an old man crying his eyes out, he didn't know how to refuse for a moment.
After all, the Ye Family's Martial Saint had sacrificed himself for Great Xia.
Another elderly man shot a meaningful glance at the two men and two women behind him.
The four immediately stepped forward and pleaded with Chen Feng:
"We sincerely hope you will cast your vote for the Ye family, Mr. Chen."
"Please grant our Ye family the opportunity to serve the martial arts world of Great Xia."
Just as Chen Feng was contemplating how to politely decline,
the system suddenly issued a prompt.
[Detected 100% compatibility with "Indestructible Golden Body".]
[Name: Ye Xing.]
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?!
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.”
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!
