Kunlun City.
Yin Hu watched the live broadcast on TV.
Although it was only a distant shot, she recognized Chen Feng at a glance.
"That useless dog of a man, his strength seems to have suddenly increased."
When Jin Youxi and Wang Hao heard the words "Great Xia's Chen Feng" shouted the moment Chen Feng appeared on the scene,
they knew it was Chen Feng who had gone.
Wang Hao couldn't help but say:
"Like master, like disciple!"
"Impulsive, so impulsive!"
"Isn't he just delivering himself to the Ancient Clan?"
Yin Hu frowned and shot a glance at Wang Hao.
Wang Hao immediately realized he had said the wrong thing.
He forgot that the ancestor right before his eyes was also Chen Feng's disciple.
He hurriedly said with a laugh:
"Brother Chen Feng is deeply loyal and righteous, fearless of danger, going to save his disciple."
"Such noble character is simply a role model for me."
"A master like this would naturally teach disciples who are outstanding among men."
Yin Hu snorted coldly, pointing at the hot pot and saying:
"Add more of that... whatever oil. I really like that flavor."
Wang Hao immediately nodded like pounding garlic.
He picked up a bottle of hot pot flavor enhancer and poured it into the pot.
A chef watching from the side felt his eyelid twitch.
"Oh my god! Don't you want your liver and kidneys anymore?"
But the chef didn't dare say anything.
He continued silently lowering his head, using a machine to slice frozen synthetic meat into thin pieces.
He then served them to Yin Hu.
Jin Youxi, standing to the side, looked at Yin Hu and said:
"Junior Sister Yin Hu, Master is in great danger. Let's go help him."
Yin Hu immediately shook her head and said:
"I'm about to starve to death."
"Let me eat my fill first."
"Don't worry, if he dies, I'll find time to avenge him later when it's convenient."
As she spoke, she dipped a chopstickful of meat into the sauce Jin Youxi had personally prepared for her.
She ate with great satisfaction, her face full of happiness.
Wang Hao, standing nearby, looked at Yin Hu's slender waist and was puzzled.
During this period,
to help Yin Hu get full quickly,
he had hired a bunch of experts.
Following their advice, he hadn't skimped on adding various satiety agents.
Especially things like guar gum and pectin, adding them by the truckload.
Yet Ancestor Yin Hu still couldn't get full.
...
Immortal Capital.
Liu Weiwei nervously watched the live TV broadcast.
Now without close-up shots, only distant views that looked like surveillance footage.
She couldn't help but look at Su Yan beside her and said:
"Master's Wife, do you have a way to help Master?"
Liu Weiwei knew Su Yan was very powerful.
And had already reached the peak of the Martial Saint realm.
She herself had experienced the power of the Beiming Divine Art.
Her qi and blood cultivation advanced a thousand miles in a single day.
In less than ten years, she had reached the peak of the Martial Venerable realm.
If she could continuously devour qi and blood like her Master's Wife,
she would have become a Martial Saint long ago.
But she still had her bottom line as a person.
She couldn't bring herself to act like Su Yan, who treated people like livestock, keeping them penned up as blood slaves.
Su Yan looked at Liu Weiwei with a smile and said:
"Respect your master's choice. If he needs my help, he will ask himself."
"Of course, you can also think from your master's perspective now."
"Think about whether he would want my help or not?"
Su Yan looked at Chen Feng on the live TV broadcast.
The corner of her mouth lifted in a beautiful curve.
During this period of contact,
she had already sensed that
Chen Feng was no longer the Chen Feng of before.
There was an intangible barrier between the two of them.
The experience of over nine years in the White Tiger Abyss had changed that man a lot.
He wasn't as easy to fool as before.
At the very least, the honey trap didn't work anymore.
And although Chen Feng's personality seemed the same on the surface, somewhat indecisive,
in reality, his will was firmer, and he acted with more decisiveness.
Sacred Capital.
Gu Yang looked at Chen Feng and said disdainfully:
"You say you want to challenge an Ancient Clan Martial Saint?"
Chen Feng met Gu Yang's gaze proudly.
"What?"
"Is the Ancient Clan afraid?"
This scene shocked countless people present.
But no one believed a Martial Venerable early-stage could defeat a Martial Saint.
If it were a Martial Venerable peak-stage, perhaps they could try fighting a Martial Saint early-stage.
"This person couldn't be the master mentioned in the video just now, could he!"
"Indeed as crazy as Scarface, a Martial Venerable early-stage daring to challenge a Martial Saint."
"The higher the level, the greater the gap when fighting across ranks. This person is far too arrogant."
"Though very arrogant, he's very handsome. A pity we don't know how many seconds his arrogance will last."
...
Listening to the buzzing discussions,
the group of Ancient Clan elders all showed scornful smiles.
A young, sturdy man stepped forward and said:
"This brat simply doesn't put our Ancient Clan in his eyes."
"Clan Leader, let me teach him what humility means!"
That sturdy man looked young.
His actual age was actually over two hundred years old.
He was currently in the youth period of the Everlasting Spring Art.
Gu Yang nodded and said solemnly:
"Don't kill him. I have many questions to ask him."
Challenging the Ancient Clan in front of so many people,
Gu Yang naturally couldn't let off this person who had suddenly appeared.
It was just that the other party was only a Martial Venerable.
The Ancient Clan naturally couldn't, in front of so many people,
have a group of Martial Saints gang up on a single Martial Venerable.
However, he now strongly suspected that this person before him was Zhao Bing's new master.
He planned to capture this person first.
Then find a way to deal with those participating martial artists.
They definitely couldn't kill everyone.
But they also couldn't let them go easily.
Appropriate warnings and admonishments were still very necessary.
It was just that seeing those dead young clansmen,
Gu Yang felt a pang of pain in his heart.
"I should never have invited outsiders to participate."
At that moment, the Ancient Clan Martial Saint had already walked up to Chen Feng.
He snorted coldly and said:
"Young man, truly overestimating yourself."
"Today I'll let you know."
"The Ancient Clan!"
"Is not to be insulted!"
Chen Feng also sneered.
He reached out, hooked his finger, and provoked:
"So much nonsense!"
"Let me see if the Ancient Clan is truly un-insultable!"
That Ancient Clan Martial Saint laughed in extreme anger.
"You have guts!"
"I'll let you witness my Eighteen Paths Arhat Fist right now."
With that, a golden Arhat apparition, a hundred meters tall, appeared around his body.
The watching contestants were terrified and scrambled back.
Some even began to quietly slip out of the venue, planning to escape.
After all, in a Martial Saint battle, they probably couldn't even withstand the residual shockwaves.
But then they remembered that the person covered in white scales only had Martial Venerable cultivation.
The Ancient Clan Martial Saint should be able to annihilate him with a single full-power strike.
The people on the Ancient Clan side were also very confident in their own clansman.
Arhat Fist combined offense and defense, fierce and domineering.
And they all knew that man's realm; he had comprehended the fist technique to its peak.
Dealing with a mere Martial Venerable early-stage should be easy.
But when Chen Feng unleashed his own Martial Dao Domain,
everyone was stunned.
An identical golden Martial Dao apparition rose from the ground, a hundred meters tall.
Two five-clawed golden dragons coiled around its arms.
Before the Martial Dao apparition, a huge golden seven-stringed guqin materialized.
Finally, a massive golden light shield enveloped Chen Feng.
At that moment, Gu Yang exclaimed in shock:
"Isn't that Chen Feng's Martial Dao apparition?"

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...

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.”

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...