White Tiger Abyss.
"Can't you climb faster?!"
"Stop rushing me! Can't you see my arms are trembling from exhaustion?"
"You're so weak! What a useless waste!"
"You have the nerve to say that? Who made me this weak in the first place!"
Yin Hu and Chen Feng argued as they climbed.
However, as the light from above grew larger, revealing the blue sky, both of them visibly became more spirited. The outline of the exit was now clearly visible.
With their continuous climbing, they finally neared the edge of the exit.
Suddenly.
A prompt sounded in Chen Feng's mind.
[Congratulations on achieving the Master Teacher accomplishment.]
[Third disciple has established a well-known faction/organization and become its leader.]
[Reward Master with 400 points of Qi and Blood.]
Chen Feng was stunned for a moment.
"According to the system's judgment, isn't the third disciple Weiwei?"
"What kind of organization could she establish?"
"It couldn't be like Su Yan's, could it?"
After all this time, Chen Feng had unraveled many puzzles.
First was the issue of Su Yan.
He had already guessed that Su Yan might have lied.
The older Su Yan was likely the younger Su Yan.
There was no mother-daughter pair at all.
He just didn't know what method Su Yan had used to change her appearance so drastically before and after.
However, he also knew Su Yan definitely harbored no ill intentions towards him.
She had just used some underhanded means.
To get him.
Chen Feng's heart was now filled with concern.
"I wonder how my disciples are doing."
"Have the Flood Dragon and the Ancient Clans wreaked havoc on the outside world?"
The sudden increase of four hundred Qi and Blood points prompted Chen Feng to check his own panel.
[Martial Arts Level: Grandmaster of Martial Arts]
[Dragon Subduing Nineteen Palms, Realm: Unity of Heaven and Man]
[Ten Forms of Tathagata Palm, Realm: Unity of Heaven and Man]
[Ten Forms of Heaven Crippling Leg, Realm: Unity of Heaven and Man]
[North Profound Divine Skill, Realm: Unity of Heaven and Man]
[Seven Absolute Zither, Realm: Unity of Heaven and Man]
[Thirteen Deadly Swords, Realm: Unity of Heaven and Man]
[Indestructible Golden Body, Realm: Unity of Heaven and Man]
[Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, Realm: Unity of Heaven and Man]
[Qi and Blood Value: 6400]
The sudden increase in Qi and Blood also reminded Chen Feng of something.
Over these years, his disciples had completely refrained from participating in any Martial Arts Tournaments.
Otherwise, his Qi and Blood might have even broken through to the Martial Venerable level.
Not participating in the tournaments was the best-case scenario.
The worst-case scenario might be that no Martial Arts Tournaments had been held at all these years.
That would mean the outside world might have encountered major problems.
...
Yin Hu now refused to stop for even a moment.
To climb out faster, she even reduced her exploitation of Chen Feng.
It showed just how much she yearned for freedom.
Her powerful sense of smell allowed Yin Hu to clearly catch the fragrance of flowers, plants, and trees from the outside world.
As they continued climbing, the steep stone wall suddenly turned into a slope.
Feeling the incline, Yin Hu couldn't help but look up at the sky above the slope.
At the end of the slope were ranges of mountains.
"I'm finally going to get out!"
Yin Hu felt.
This was the most beautiful scenery she had ever seen in her life.
She never thought she would see the outside world again in this lifetime.
And all of this was because of the man before her.
Because of this man's encouragement, she regained her confidence.
Because of this man's companionship, she was no longer alone.
Because of this man's cultivation technique, her strength greatly increased, making her climb faster than before.
Because of the Qilin meat this man brought, she didn't have to worry about supplies, although in the end, Chen Feng ate all the Qilin meat.
But because this man fell down, his disciples would throw down a lot of snacks every year.
These more than nine years passed at twice the speed of her first climbing attempt.
The first time, the more she climbed, the more despair she felt.
But the second time, with Chen Feng, it felt like every day was filled with hope.
It felt like even if she couldn't climb out in a lifetime, she wouldn't be afraid.
As long as this man was by her side.
Chen Feng was also looking at the slope covered entirely in rocks, without any vegetation.
He knew he was about to leave the White Tiger Abyss.
He could already be considered as having climbed out of the White Tiger Abyss.
It was just that this slope was still within the pulling force range of the abyss.
Once they climbed out of this slope, they would truly be free from the White Tiger Abyss.
He estimated the distance to be about four or five hundred meters.
As Chen Feng climbed the final five hundred meters.
In the Holy Capital, the funeral of an Ancient Clan Elder was beginning.
At the same time.
In a high-end villa in Immortal Capital.
Mi Chuan watched the TV news and cursed:
"Liars! Liars! They're all damn liars! You big swindlers!"
"Weren't you supposed to grant immortality?"
"How can someone who practiced the Everlasting Youth Skill still die of old age!"
"Aren't you just bullying honest people!"
Mi Chuan had broken down.
Tears streaming down his aged face, he pointed at the news on the TV, cursing in a furious rage:
"I immigrated to the Western Continent, cooperated with Zhang Bowen, risked my life in the Martial Saint war."
"And now I still have to hide from over three hundred Ancient Clan Martial Saints just to survive."
"For what?"
"Isn't it to practice the Everlasting Youth Skill and then live forever?"
"And now you suddenly tell me an Ancient Clan Elder who practiced the Everlasting Youth Skill died of old age?"
"What kind of international joke is this!"
"What I want is immortality, eternal life!"
Mi Chuan felt utterly deceived.
What he wanted was eternal life, the kind that would never end.
Not just an extended lifespan.
He still wanted to see what the future world would be like.
To see dynasties change.
To see what future people would look like.
He wanted his footsteps to still be remembered hundreds of millions of years later.
If he could only live for a few hundred years, what difference was there from dying young?
Unfortunately, no one knew Mi Chuan's thoughts.
Otherwise, they'd probably laugh themselves to death on the spot.
Hundreds of millions of years? Even gods would see dynasties rise and fall by then.
Mi Chuan plopped down on the floor.
Watching the live broadcast of the funeral on TV.
Suddenly, the live broadcast's image shifted.
A video recording appeared on the screen.
Mi Chuan couldn't help but be stunned.
The scene showed an urban ruin.
Dozens of masked individuals faced the sea and shouted:
"By order of the Kunlun Ancient Clan, we present tribute to the Flood Dragon Lord."
Then, the Flood Dragon was seen rising from the sea surface.
The dozens of masked individuals placed ten pairs of bound young boys and girls before the Flood Dragon.
The children varied in age.
The older ones were eight or nine, the younger ones just two or three.
Most had blond hair and blue eyes, with a few having dark skin.
None had East Asian features.
The next moment, the Flood Dragon opened its mouth.
The twenty children, big and small, were sucked into its maw.
"What is this!"
"The Ancient Clans are actually feeding the Flood Dragon with young boys and girls!"
Mi Chuan's eyes widened, not understanding why the TV would suddenly broadcast such a thing.
Yet, it wasn't just him seeing this.
This video appeared on major platforms across the internet as well.
Once released, massive funds pushed it onto the trending searches.
And not just that.
The Ancient Clan members who were originally holding the funeral.
Now couldn't help but look up.
At the large screen on the Wei Corporation's central building.
It was playing the very same footage of the sacrificial feeding of the Flood Dragon.
Gu Yang also looked up. Seeing the contents of the screen,
His body couldn't help but tremble, his eyes widening in shock.
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.
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...
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
