Liu Weiwei secretly swallowed her saliva.
She tiptoed to the door of Chen Feng's room.
Pressed her ear against the door.
Clearly, she was someone keen and eager to learn.
At this moment, Liu Weiwei even thought of an excellent historical allusion.
Boring a hole in the wall to steal light!
She was torn over whether to emulate the studious spirit of her ancestors.
After all, at this moment, she desperately wanted to improve herself.
Chen Feng was currently working on a draft.
Seeing Jin Youxi enter, he immediately handed her his phone tripod and said:
"Turn on your phone's video recording and point it at us."
Jin Youxi covered her small mouth in shock!
Her heart was already overwhelmed with astonishment.
"Master is into this kind of thing?!"
"Although it's a bit embarrassing, if Master likes it, I'm willing!"
It was just a pity that, in her haste earlier, she had left her phone in her own room.
She hurriedly rushed out of the room again to fetch her phone.
Chen Feng was puzzled.
"Why did she run off again?"
As soon as she was out the door, Liu Weiwei couldn't wait to ask:
"Senior Sister, why are you out so quickly?"
"Is Master... that fast?"
Jin Youxi said mysteriously:
"Master told me to get my phone to record us!"
Liu Weiwei also opened her small mouth in surprise.
Jin Youxi said excitedly:
"When it's done, I'll definitely send you a copy first, Senior Sister."
Liu Weiwei, blushing, nodded silently.
Chen Feng urged from inside the room:
"Youxi, hurry up!"
"I'm in a hurry!"
Jin Youxi kicked her own door open.
Grabbed her phone, and in a flash, she was back in Chen Feng's room.
Then, following her master's instructions, she turned on her phone's video recording, placed it on the tripod,
and aimed it towards the bed.
Chen Feng asked in surprise:
"Why aim it at the bed?"
"Turn it around to face me."
Jin Youxi turned her head to look at Chen Feng and asked curiously:
"On the sofa then?"
Chen Feng nodded:
"Of course, where else if not on the sofa?"
"Once it's set up, come over here quickly."
Jin Youxi thought to herself,
"Master really knows how to have fun!"
Then she immediately jumped onto the sofa.
However, seeing Jin Youxi's attire, Chen Feng couldn't help but frown.
"It's already late autumn."
"Aren't you cold wearing something so airy?"
Cold?
Was that the point?
Wasn't Master looking at the important part?
Seeing his silly disciple's innocent expression, Chen Feng said helplessly:
"I originally wanted you, a big influencer, to help me."
"Forget it, I'll do it myself!"
"To avoid the video getting taken down."
Do it himself?
Jin Youxi exclaimed in surprise:
"Master! How can you do this kind of thing by yourself?"
Chen Feng waved his hand:
"It's fine, you just watch."
Jin Youxi pouted, somewhat disappointed.
But watching would be good too.
It should still be exciting.
The next moment, she saw Chen Feng speak into the phone camera:
"Hello everyone! I'm Chen Feng."
"What I'm about to say might sound unbelievable."
"But I guarantee that every single word I say is absolutely true."
...
Jin Youxi was stunned?
"What on earth is Master doing?"
"Why does it feel like we're not on the same wavelength?"
In one breath, Chen Feng completely and thoroughly explained the Kunlun Blood Sacrifice and the consequences of the war.
The overall message was a plea to stop the war.
Otherwise, no one could bear the consequences.
After finishing the recording, he said to Jin Youxi:
"I'm not very good at editing videos."
"After you edit it, post it online quickly."
"Best to post it on several platforms."
"I remember that on some platform, you can buy traffic to get on the hot search list, right?"
"We're not short of money now; we must get this video to trend!"
Jin Youxi, still unwilling to give up, asked:
"Master, is there anything else?"
As she spoke,
she even raised her arm and spun around in place.
Showing off her sheer, hinting-at-more clothing to Chen Feng.
Chen Feng, however, hurriedly got up and walked towards the door.
"Hurry up and post the video, don't forget."
"I'm going to request an audience with Elder Dugu."
Jin Youxi felt her burning enthusiasm had been doused with a bucket of cold water.
Angrily, she puffed out her cheeks.
"Hmph! If you won't play with me, I'll go play with Junior Sister!"
Dugu Sword Demon had now moved to the Kunlun Sanatorium.
After making inquiries,
Chen Feng arrived in front of Dugu Sword Demon's villa and stated his purpose to the villa steward.
However, he was informed that Dugu Sword Demon was at the front lines, overseeing the situation.
He had originally wanted to discuss this matter properly with the Martial Saint.
Only by gaining the Martial Saint's attention
would the Martial Arts Guild have to take it seriously.
Then things could develop in a controllable direction.
But things weren't as simple as Chen Feng thought.
Not long after Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei finished their work and posted the video,
they started receiving all sorts of ridicule.
"Is the Great Xia hero telling stories?"
"Has the Chosen Senior Sister's master switched careers to writing web novels?"
"A flood dragon transforming into a real dragon? Wow, I'd love to see that!"
"Is Kunlun fully opening really that terrifying?"
"Blood Sacrifice of Kunlun? Are we doing suspense and supernatural horror now?"
...
At first, it was just some people teasing.
But soon, many people began to support Chen Feng.
"I participated in the Kunlun Opening and was lucky to survive. I saw that giant snake with my own eyes."
"Mr. Chen Feng has absolutely no reason to fabricate such a lie; it brings him no benefit."
"I also think it's best to stop the war. Too many people have died since the Kunlun Opening until now."
"The Western Continent unconditionally supports the Great Xia hero. We can tell Chen is a sincere man."
"What Chen says is true. We hope Great Xia will cease hostilities immediately!"
...
Regarding Chen Feng's warning video, believers and skeptics each held their ground.
What left Chen Feng most speechless was that his video spread to the other three continents
and actually gained a lot of support from foreigners.
The Martial Arts Guild's official website, however, suffered because of it.
Countless netizens flooded in, demanding the truth of the matter.
"Is this alarmist talk or not, true or false?"
"Yeah! You old fogies are always silent at critical times."
"Is it rumor-mongering or not? Can't you give a statement?"
"Suggest arresting Chen Feng and asking him what his intentions are! How dare he disrupt our army's morale!"
"Is Chen Feng an enemy agent trying to influence the war situation?"
...
Ye Wujiang now disliked Chen Feng more and more.
He immediately tasked his think tank with figuring out how to handle this situation.
The people of the Four Great Families, seeing Chen Feng's trending video,
were all somewhat displeased.
Now that their family Martial Saints had fallen,
these families still wanted to rely on the war to gain greater benefits,
even to carve up the other three continents.
The fruits of victory were within reach.
Ceasing the war was out of the question.
In the Ye Family.
A direct descendant of the Ye family looked at Ye Xing and teased:
"What nonsense is your master spouting now?"
"Does he really think he can use some cheesy mythological story to make Great Xia stop its advance?"
Ye Xing smiled awkwardly and said:
"I was forced by circumstances back then to take him as my master."
"Actually, I'm not familiar with him at all."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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...
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.
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.”
