The Southern Continent.
Inside a café named Safe Zone in a certain shopping mall.
The originally quiet and peaceful café suddenly became lively.
Gu Qianqian, who had been quietly playing the piano, slowly stopped her hands.
She listened to the waves of cheering echoing through the café.
The hero of Great Xia is still alive!
He and his disciple beat the evil Ancient Clan to a pulp.
I heard that with just the cultivation of a Martial Venerable, he defeated two Martial Saints in a row.
Maybe there's still a glimmer of hope for this damned world.
Although he has hostages now, it's still very dangerous. The Ancient Clan has over three hundred and eighty Martial Saints.
...
Gu Qianqian listened with curiosity.
She couldn't see the live television broadcast or the screens of the mobile phones.
Her world was made entirely of sounds.
And the black-and-white souls standing before her.
At this moment, a young man with brown hair, blue eyes, an aquiline nose, and large black-rimmed glasses brought over a cup of coffee.
He was a part-time waiter at the café.
And could be considered Qianqian's colleague.
Qianqian, here's the latte I made for you.
Gu Qianqian smiled and took the coffee.
Thank you, George.
The young man named George didn't leave after setting down the coffee.
Instead, he stared at the blind Qianqian, observing her carefully.
His eyes were filled with curiosity and shyness.
Qianqian, did you know? Our hero is back.
He's an Easterner just like you, the Great Xia hero Chen Feng.
He just defeated two Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan and saved his disciple, Scarface.
The Great Xia hero is really cool. The phantom revealed in his martial arts domain looked just like a god.
...
George tried his best to describe this thrilling event to the beautiful blind girl before him.
Qianqian listened attentively as her good friend described the image of her master, Chen Feng.
She found it quite amusing.
She really liked this friend.
His soul was clean and pure, as snow-white as her master's used to be.
Furthermore, George often came to talk to her.
Telling her about all sorts of things happening in the outside world.
Qianqian asked curiously:
I remember the Great Xia hero Chen Feng was supposed to be your enemy, wasn't he?
Chen Feng once trapped and killed hundreds of thousands of your martial artists in the Kunlun Mountains.
George hurriedly shook his head and said:
At first, Chen Feng was indeed a wanted criminal here, with a very high bounty.
But regarding the Kunlun Mountains incident, it was our people who wanted to destroy Great Xia's dragon vein.
If it were me, I would have protected my country just like Chen Feng did.
Qianqian hadn't expected these people to think this way.
She also understood a truth in her heart; this must be what it means to put oneself in someone else's shoes.
She couldn't help but think of the Ancient Clan.
The Ancient Clan would never do this.
Anyone who did anything detrimental to the Ancient Clan's interests was their sworn enemy.
Even the Qilin was no exception.
Beside her, George was still pouring out his thoughts.
Because Qianqian was one of the few people willing to listen to his long speeches.
The person I admired the most when I was a kid was the Great Xia hero.
I was still in elementary school back then, and all my classmates called Chen Feng the Dragon-Slaying Brave.
It's just a pity that he failed to stop the war, failed to slay the dragon, and was ultimately killed by the evil Ancient Clan. But he remains a hero to the whole world.
Now the world has plunged into chaos, and the evil Ancient Clan is even using our children to feed that evil Eastern dragon.
Just when we need the next hero the most, he has appeared once again.
And tomorrow, the Great Xia hero biopic that Cameron has been filming for five years is finally hitting the theaters.
As a result of the breaking news that the Great Xia hero is still alive, all movie tickets for the next week have been fully booked.
...
Qianqian smiled.
She hadn't realized her master was so popular.
Someone had even made a biographical film specifically for him.
Just then, a voice interrupted the passionately speaking George.
Hey! George, I must remind you.
If you don't get back here, our customers won't be able to drink their coffee, nor will they hear the beautiful music.
George realized he had been away for too long.
He hurriedly said:
Let's talk next time.
He quickly turned around and went back to work.
Qianqian picked up the latte and took a small sip.
The roasted aroma, bitterness, and sweetness appeared all at once.
It was her favorite drink nowadays.
Qianqian hoped that this painful world could be like this cup of coffee, possessing more of that roasted aroma and sweetness.
The beautiful piano playing resumed.
As the notes drifted through the air.
In the mall, a dozen meters away, a thief was quietly reaching out his hand, planning to steal something.
Suddenly, he let out a scream of terror.
He grabbed his wrist in agony.
The hand he had just reached out had bizarrely detached from his wrist and fallen to the ground.
The cut was perfectly smooth.
Amidst his painful wails, the beautiful and melodious piano music echoed in his ears.
Gu Qianqian was like a god, dominating the domain where she resided.
No evil could hide within the sound of her piano.
The Holy Capital.
Gu Yang stared fixedly at Chen Feng.
How did you get out of the White Tiger Abyss?
Chen Feng curled his lips into a smile, showing no intention of hiding anything.
I climbed out.
Gu Yang frowned.
He didn't believe Chen Feng's words at all.
They knew very well the horrors of the White Tiger Abyss.
Even a peak Martial Saint stepping inside would instantly have their vitality drained dry and then be swallowed into the abyss by the Tiger Fiend.
Beside him, Gu Chen also couldn't understand how Chen Feng had made it out alive.
As for climbing out, he considered it absolutely impossible.
After pondering it over, he thought of one possibility.
That was the Qilin.
He remembered that day, after Chen Feng fell into the White Tiger Abyss, the heavily injured Qilin had jumped down after him.
Could it be that the Qilin had rescued Chen Feng at the critical moment?
Otherwise, it simply made no sense.
However, the most important thing right now was not to obsess over how Chen Feng had returned alive.
But rather to figure out a way to save their clansman.
Gu Yang looked at the clansman beside Chen Feng and asked coldly:
What exactly do you want in order to let my clansman go?
Chen Feng said straightforwardly:
It's very simple. You let us go, and I'll let your man go.
At this moment, a young man shouted:
Patriarch! We can't let him go!
We must kill him to comfort the soul of Mr. Bowen in heaven.
Others also echoed:
We absolutely cannot let Chen Feng go!
And his disciple too, we can't let him leave alive either!
Chen Feng listened with a chuckle.
However, his figure suddenly vanished.
Gu Yang shouted loudly:
Oh no! He's trying to escape!
Quick, stop him!
Instantly, over a hundred Martial Saints blocked all the exits of the arena.
For a moment, all the participants in the arena grew tense.
Looking at the Ancient Clan's current posture.
It seemed they had no intention of letting any of them leave.
Yet, to their astonishment, Chen Feng hadn't fled.
It was just that now, Chen Feng was holding two more people in his hands.
They were precisely the two young men who had just threatened to kill him.
The moment he grabbed the two.
He immediately used the Northern Darkness Divine Art, mercilessly devouring their vitality and cultivation bases until nothing was left.
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?!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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!
