The ninth year of the Gu Yuan era.
The evening of September 8th.
Under the watchful eyes of the entire world, a news report was broadcast from the Holy Capital of Great Xia.
[The villain Chen Feng, along with his disciple Zhao Bing, blatantly sabotaged the Ancient Clan's Martial Arts Tournament.]
[Chen Feng has been slain by the Ancient Clan, dying in the White Tiger Abyss of the Four Symbols Chasm in the Kunlun Mountains.]
[His disciple Zhao Bing is now a wanted fugitive, with a bounty of 10,000,000,000.]
[Great Xia, on behalf of the world, observes a moment of silence for the thirty-seven Martial Saints who died in battle at the White Tiger Abyss.]
As soon as the news was released.
The whole world instantly went into an uproar.
But for some unknown reason.
Receiving the news of Chen Feng's death this time didn't evoke much grief or indignation.
Instead, it seemed everyone had gotten used to it.
"He died again!"
"Why did you say 'again'?"
"I remember the Great Xia hero, Chen Feng, has already died many times."
"Anyway, I already cried the last time the Great Xia hero sacrificed himself."
...
Amidst the overwhelming discussions online.
Some prominent figures on the internet specifically posted Chen Feng's past death certificates.
Just during the opening of the Kunlun Mountains over a decade ago.
Chen Feng had died several times.
Every time he was pronounced dead, he would end up appearing on camera again.
Finally, when Kunlun sealed its mountains, Chen Feng failed to make it out, and the whole world was certain he had died inside.
Yet, he suddenly popped out again.
Then there was the time Chen Feng tried to stop the flood dragon from ascending, and was supposedly killed by the Ancient Clan at the White Tiger Abyss.
And today, he popped up once more.
Now the Ancient Clan was saying again that they had slain Chen Feng at the White Tiger Abyss.
Everyone had a feeling that perhaps one day.
This unkillable great hero would just pop out again.
Of course.
The most attention-grabbing detail wasn't just the news of Chen Feng's death.
It was the fact that his death this time dragged thirty-seven Ancient Clan Martial Saints down with him.
This shocked countless people to their core.
"Chen Feng killed thirty-seven Martial Saints?"
"Isn't he a Martial Venerable?"
"Is it real or fake? The Ancient Clan loves reporting fake news the most."
"The Ancient Clan is holding a funeral in the Holy Capital right now. They've prepared over a hundred coffins alone."
"Insiders leaked that there really are thirty-seven cenotaphs."
...
Compared to the heated discussions among ordinary people.
In a certain small courtyard, Dugu Sword Demon looked at Wang Zun in astonishment and said:
"Is this kid really that fierce?"
"He single-handedly killed thirty-seven Martial Saints?"
"Could you kill thirty-seven Martial Saints if you went all out?"
He had always believed that in this world, apart from that old monster of the Wei family, only Wang Zun in front of him was monstrously strong.
Yet, he only saw Wang Zun shake his head helplessly.
"When Tai Chi reaches the state of harmony between man and nature, one can strike later but land first, use stillness to overcome motion, and anticipate the enemy's moves."
"But the physical toll is massive, and my body has its limits."
"With my strength, once I throw more than ten punches, my fists can no longer withstand that terrifying speed and impact."
Dugu Sword Demon never expected Tai Chi to have such a flaw.
To think it was because the power was too great for the user's body to endure.
"If you could learn the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art, perhaps you would have the strength to fight Wei Qianqiu."
Wang Zun shook his head helplessly.
"I have seen the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art, but it is too difficult to grasp the basics."
"For now, I am only suited for Tai Chi."
Dugu Sword Demon somewhat understood.
Wang Zun probably possessed an extremely rare bone structure.
And it happened to have a very high compatibility with Tai Chi.
However, as the current number one figure in the Dao of the Sword.
He voiced his thoughts based on his profound understanding of swordplay.
"Perhaps you could try practicing the sword."
"You don't need to learn sword techniques, but rather execute your Tai Chi through the sword."
"Based on your understanding of Tai Chi, you can gradually modify the swordplay."
"Using a sword as the medium of attack can greatly relieve the pressure on your fists and feet."
The Martial Venerable fell into deep thought.
"Execute Tai Chi with a sword?"
Dugu Sword Demon's words opened up a whole new line of thought for him.
Kunlun City.
Seeing that her master had been killed again.
Jin Youxi couldn't help but feel a bit worried.
Yin Hu, who was beside her, laughed instead:
"This kid is very smart. He knew to hide in the White Tiger Abyss."
Jin Youxi immediately asked:
"Are you saying my master isn't dead?"
Yin Hu swallowed a whole roast chicken in one bite.
Enjoying the delicious food, he mumbled indistinctly:
"If he was going to die, he would have died a long time ago. How would he have had the chance to escape into the Kunlun Mountains?"
"Ah! So tasty! Bring me another one."
Wang Hao, standing nearby, hastily urged:
"Hurry up and fry it! What are you staring at?"
"Didn't you hear that my ancestor wants to eat more!"
The cook looked at the already pitch-black oil in the wok and truly couldn't hold back anymore.
"Boss, this oil is completely black."
"We should change the oil, otherwise it's going to kill someone."
Back when he ran his own restaurant, he used to pull some shady tricks to cut costs too.
But the current situation had far exceeded his moral bottom line as a human being.
This wok of oil made him, a formerly unscrupulous merchant, realize once again that he actually still had a conscience.
Wang Hao looked at the large wok of oil and immediately glared, scolding dissatisfiedly:
"Nonsense!"
"Didn't you hear the ancestor say it smells great?"
"The ancestor just loves this flavor."
"You truly don't know the cost of firewood, rice, oil, and salt until you run the household."
Wang Hao felt bitter inside.
Yin Hu was eating a whole roast chicken in one bite.
He swallowed it in just a few seconds, not even spitting out the bones.
On average, he devoured three to four hundred chickens an hour.
If they kept changing the oil frequently on top of that, the costs would be astronomically high.
Most importantly, who knew how long this ancestor was going to keep eating like this?
Immortal Capital.
Liu Weiwei and Zhao Bing saw the news released by the Ancient Clan.
They couldn't help but feel somewhat anxious.
But they didn't completely believe it either.
After all, this wasn't the first time the Ancient Clan had announced Chen Feng's death.
They decided to go to the Kunlun Mountains to see for themselves.
At the same time.
Gu Qianqian, far away in the Southern Continent.
Was currently making roast meat for her Spirit Crane.
Upon hearing the news report, her first thought was to return to the Kunlun Mountains to take a look.
She had a premonition that her master was definitely not dead.
"Spirit Crane, let's go back to Kunlun."
The Spirit Crane let out a human-like sigh.
Looking at the half-cooked steaks and the two sizzling sausages dripping with oil, it couldn't help but say:
"Can we finish eating before we go?"
Qianqian smiled faintly.
One person and one crane continued their open-air barbecue on the rooftop of the Southern Continent Administration Building.
Right now, everyone inside the building was working in fear and trepidation.
The representative of the Li family, who had just taken actual control of the Southern Continent, had just been killed by the young girl on the roof.
The reason was her dissatisfaction with the acting consul for banning a movie called The Legend of the Great Xia Hero.
Furthermore, many staff members inside the building had also been killed.
The reason for that was even more absurd.
They had simply been deemed bad people by that woman.
Holy Capital.
The entire Ancient Clan wore mourning garments, and sounds of sobbing echoed endlessly.
One hundred and thirty-one coffins filled the entire plaza.
Gu Yang looked decadent, staring blankly at everything before him.
For the first time, he felt.
That this vast and colorful world was not as good as the tiny Jade Mountain Jade Pool.
An endless wave of nostalgia welled up in his heart.
Unfortunately, that carefree, isolated Jade Mountain Jade Pool no longer existed.
The mountain-sealing mist that guarded the Kunlun Mountains had also vanished.
The Ancient Clan had long since lost any path of retreat.
Now, they either had to conquer the world, or be conquered by it.
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.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.”
