After everyone parted ways.
Gu Yang headed to the Martial Arts Association headquarters alone.
He wanted to discuss with Gu Changqing how to plan the future of the Gu clan.
But as soon as he arrived at the door of Gu Changqing's office, Gu Yang's face turned green with anger.
From inside the office came the unrestrained, decadent sounds of intimacy.
And there were clearly more than two people.
He couldn't believe his ears.
Gu Changqing had always been the young man he valued most.
He was even grooming him as a candidate for the future clan leader.
He had even handed over full control of the global Martial Arts Association to him.
Yet here he was, in the middle of the day, doing such shameless things in his office.
Gu Yang shouted furiously:
"Gu Changqing! Is this how you manage the Martial Arts Association?!"
After his roar, the sounds inside the office abruptly stopped.
Then came anxious urging.
"Put your clothes on and get out of here quickly."
"I came here naked, where would I get clothes?"
"Damn it! You lot, wrap yourselves in bedsheets and leave together!"
...
The veins on Gu Yang's forehead bulged.
He gritted his teeth so hard that his face looked somewhat ferocious.
At this moment, he also noticed a serious problem.
The current Martial Arts Association headquarters was reeking of perfume.
And looking around, the place was filled with women.
Every single one was as beautiful as a flower, but dressed very scantily.
Everything was faintly visible, and some were even clearly exposed.
Gu Yang never expected this. He had been stressing over the flood dragon sacrifice.
Only to turn around and realize that even without the flood dragon's backlash.
The Gu clan was perfectly capable of destroying itself.
...
Kunlun City.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Move faster!"
"Keep an eye on the time. If anyone is late, give them a bad review immediately!"
"And you, speed up the takeout orders!"
"Use the coupons if we have them, don't waste them!"
...
Wang Hao continuously directed his subordinates to order takeout for Yin Hu, unpack the food, and deliver it into the private room.
Fortunately, Yin Hu wasn't a picky eater.
Whether it was takeout or pre-packaged meals, they were all rare delicacies to her.
After busying himself for a while.
Wang Hao couldn't help but ask:
"Chen Feng, what's her deal?"
Chen Feng said awkwardly:
"Actually, Yin Hu isn't human."
Wang Hao nodded vigorously like pounding garlic:
"I could tell that much."
Chen Feng continued:
"Her strength is also incredibly formidable!"
Wang Hao continued nodding like a chick pecking at rice.
"I could tell that too."
Chen Feng:
"And she's a bit brutal."
Wang Hao said speechlessly:
"Obviously. Can you tell me something I haven't figured out?"
Wang Fa, who was standing to the side, couldn't take it anymore.
He slapped the back of Wang Hao's head.
"Can you stop interrupting!"
"If you've figured it all out, what are you asking for?"
Wang Hao immediately shut his mouth.
Chen Feng smiled awkwardly. After thinking for a moment, he continued:
"Yin Hu is a half-demon who has lived for thousands of years."
"She is several times stronger than a flood snake before it transforms into a flood dragon."
Wang Hao's eyes widened in shock.
"Thousands of years old!"
"Doesn't that make her an ancestor-level existence?"
Wang Fa delivered another slap to his disappointing nephew's head.
"Can you focus on the main point!"
"The point is that she's very strong! Stronger than an ordinary Martial Sage!"
Wang Hao was speechless, grumbling in his heart.
"Isn't living that long the main point?"
While the two were talking, Jin Youxi also rushed back.
She still didn't know what had happened.
When she returned to the hotel.
She saw an endless stream of takeout being delivered.
Couriers in red, yellow, and blue uniforms flowed in endlessly.
Wang Hao's subordinates were constantly unpacking takeout boxes and sending them into the hotel.
"Master! What's going on here?"
Before Chen Feng could answer, Wang Hao said with a bitter face:
"The hotel staff all ran away in fear."
"Since there's no one to cook and serve the ancestor, I can only order takeout."
Jin Youxi felt slightly surprised.
She didn't expect things to develop like this.
Suddenly.
A helicopter flew toward the Kunlun Diamond Hotel.
As it got closer.
Several figures leaped directly down from the sky.
The leader wore blood-qi monitoring glasses over his eyes.
He scanned Chen Feng and the others, then said in sudden realization:
"No wonder the Dragon Slaying Squad was wiped out."
"So there's a Great Grandmaster, plus two Grandmasters."
He could instantly see Chen Feng's blood-qi value of 6,400.
At the same time, the blood-qi values of Wang Fa and Jin Youxi had also reached the Grandmaster cultivation level.
Wang Hao was too lazy and was only at the Master level, so he was completely ignored by the group.
A total of five people had come.
Two Great Grandmasters and three Grandmasters.
They locked their targets directly onto Chen Feng.
For them, as long as they dealt with this Great Grandmaster.
They could slaughter the others at will.
"Only that skinny guy is a Great Grandmaster, the other two are Grandmasters."
"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"
"Let everyone else see the consequences of opposing the Liu family."
Chen Feng frowned.
He couldn't help but say coldly:
"Are these aristocratic families all so arrogant nowadays?"
"They just kill people directly without asking for the right or wrong?"
Wang Fa knew why Chen Feng had this question.
After all, he had been gone for over nine years.
He explained to Chen Feng:
"The current Great Xia is no longer the Great Xia of the past."
"Even the Martial Arts Association headquarters is now randomly issuing orders through a bunch of customer service reps."
"Everywhere has fallen into chaos. Now, the Gu clan is the world's number one noble family."
"The Li, Liu, and Ye families are second-tier global nobles."
"Next are the regional martial arts branch associations, which are also independent factions acting on their own."
"Finally, there are various large and small gangs and all sorts of organizations."
Wang Hao grumbled in his heart:
"Doesn't our ancestor Yin Hu also just start killing directly without asking for right or wrong!"
In the moment they were speaking.
The five people from the Liu family charged right at them.
Wang Fa and Jin Youxi immediately unleashed their martial arts domains.
Preparing for battle.
However, the next moment.
A sonic boom exploded.
The marble floor in front of the hotel instantly shattered.
Wang Fa and Jin Youxi were forced back repeatedly by the shockwave.
In their shocked gazes.
Chen Feng had disappeared from where he stood.
Before the five people from the Liu family could even react.
They all spat blood and flew backward.
The next moment, Chen Feng's figure appeared.
His forehead and arms were covered with milky-white scales.
Even his clothes were pierced through by the scales in some places.
Wang Fa and the others watched in shock.
They hadn't sensed any signs of Chen Feng using martial arts skills at all.
It was as if he had crushed his opponents purely relying on his exaggerated physical strength and speed.
But thinking about it, how was that possible?
Chen Feng was only a Great Grandmaster.
How could he have such exaggerated strength?
Even an ordinary Martial Venerable.
Couldn't break the sound barrier so easily without using martial arts skills.
Chen Feng waved his hand.
The bloodstains on his fists instantly shot off.
"These people are really too weak."
"And their speed is way too slow!"
Chen Feng was also shocked. The enhancement provided by the Qilin's heart-protecting scales to his body was absolutely insane.
Although his blood-qi hadn't increased.
His physical toughness, strength, and speed had received an exaggerated boost.
Of course, compared to the Qilin's lightning-fast speed.
This bit of strength of his really wasn't much.
Now, facing these martial arts experts of the same realm, Chen Feng could completely crush them with sheer physical strength alone. He was practically a humanoid spirit beast.
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.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
