The Four Symbols Chasm.
Liu Weiwei held her binoculars, looking in the direction of the White Tiger Abyss.
Seeing fifty Martial Saints scattered around the White Tiger Abyss, she couldn't help but frown.
Master shouldn't be dead.
Otherwise, the Ancient Clan wouldn't have stationed so many people here to keep watch.
Zhao Bing nodded.
How about I find a way to lure them away.
You can take the opportunity to call Master to escape.
Liu Weiwei was somewhat speechless.
She didn't know if this junior brother of hers knew what he was talking about.
Where did he get the confidence to escape from fifty Martial Saints?
At this moment, the two were hiding on a mountain peak a thousand meters away.
They absolutely didn't dare to get close to the White Tiger Abyss.
However, the next moment.
The two suddenly noticed that the fifty Martial Saints in the distance abruptly erupted with a sky-piercing aura.
Liu Weiwei was startled.
What's going on?
Could it be that Master came out?
She hurriedly picked up the binoculars to check.
However, she only saw the fifty Martial Saints all turn into streaks of light, rapidly leaving the White Tiger Abyss.
From their speed, it could be seen.
This was definitely not a simple withdrawal.
Instead, it looked more like a panicked flight.
Or they were pursuing Chen Feng.
It was just that Liu Weiwei didn't see her master's figure at all.
Zhao Bing asked in confusion:
Did Master come out?
Are they fighting again?
Liu Weiwei shook her head.
I didn't see Master's figure.
The two waited for a long time.
Seeing that the Ancient Clan's Martial Saints showed absolutely no signs of returning, they quietly approached the edge of the White Tiger Abyss.
Looking at that five-hundred-meter-long slope and the barren land full of rocks.
Liu Weiwei and Zhao Bing didn't dare to advance another half step.
Meanwhile, Chen Feng, who was inside the White Tiger Abyss, also sensed the unusual movement outside.
However, he didn't dare to poke his head out to check.
For fear of being discovered by the Ancient Clan, who might have kept people here to watch.
Then he would be completely screwed.
He would probably be starved to death.
After all, he didn't have Yin Hu's perverted ability to eat himself.
After repeatedly confirming with her binoculars that there were no Ancient Clan Martial Saints around.
Looking at the dead silent White Tiger Abyss, Liu Weiwei circulated her vitality and blood, shouting loudly:
Master!
The voice echoed in the empty White Tiger Abyss.
The crisp, mature female voice made Chen Feng, who was dozing off, open his eyes.
Weiwei's voice?
Why is Weiwei here?
The next moment, Zhao Bing's voice also came over.
Master, are you dead or alive? Give us an answer!
Dead or alive?
Chen Feng was speechless. He roared towards the ventilation hole above:
How the hell am I supposed to answer if I'm dead?
Liu Weiwei and Zhao Bing couldn't help but freeze.
Then Zhao Bing said in pleasant surprise:
Master is indeed still alive.
It seems the White Tiger Abyss isn't that deep; he can actually hear our voices.
But why does this voice sound like it's coming from underground?
Liu Weiwei hurriedly shouted:
Master, the Ancient Clan's Martial Saints have all left.
Hurry and come out!
After confirming that the Ancient Clan's Martial Saints had really left.
Chen Feng painstakingly wrapped his hands with his Indestructible Golden Body.
And began to dig a hole upwards from the stone cave.
During the time he was being watched by the Ancient Clan.
He hadn't been idle.
He had been digging deep into the stone wall.
Only when he felt the distance had almost exceeded the five-hundred-meter range of the White Tiger Abyss did he change direction and dig upwards.
He didn't stop this massive project until he felt he was close to the surface.
It didn't take long.
Under the incomprehensible gazes of Liu Weiwei and Zhao Bing.
On the pure rock slope just over ten meters away from them.
Suddenly, rock chips flew, and a glittering golden hand popped out.
Then, Chen Feng's dirt-covered head also squeezed out.
The two had imagined countless scenarios, their eyes expectantly staring at the black abyss five hundred meters away.
Expecting their master to climb out from there.
They just never expected their master to appear in this manner.
To think he was only a dozen meters away from them.
Chen Feng shook the rock chips and dust off his head.
And climbed out of the tunnel he had dug.
This place really is a perfect hiding spot.
Next time I run into someone I can't beat, I'll run here again.
For a distance of just a dozen meters, it took Chen Feng several full minutes to crawl out.
As soon as he climbed out of the White Tiger Abyss.
Liu Weiwei hurriedly stepped forward to help her master pat the dust off his body.
Chen Feng looked around and asked:
The Ancient Clan's Martial Saints guarded me for so many days, why did they suddenly leave?
Both Zhao Bing and Liu Weiwei shook their heads.
But at this time.
Liu Weiwei's phone rang.
She picked it up to look, and her heart couldn't help but jolt.
The phone displayed a text message.
It was sent by her former subordinate.
The Chosen Orphans organization she had established in the past.
After discovering that Chen Feng, the master of the Chosen Martial Arts Hall, wasn't dead, they felt the name was a bit unlucky and changed it to the Chosen Alliance.
Right now, it was a message from an informant around the Holy Capital.
A massive battle has broken out in the Holy Capital; communications in the core area have been cut off.
Combat level: Martial Saint.
Liu Weiwei knew that for a Martial Saint level battle to occur in the Holy Capital.
One of the parties involved must be the Ancient Clan.
Chen Feng asked curiously:
What's going on, Weiwei?
Liu Weiwei put down her phone and said:
There are Martial Saint level experts fighting in the Holy Capital.
Just as she finished speaking, her phone chimed with a series of text message alerts again.
This time, she directly read the messages out loud one by one.
The Heaven-Swallowing Club has begun launching large-scale attacks worldwide.
The targets include all the properties of the Li family and the Liu family.
At the same time, fleeing members of the Wang family, Dugu family, and Wei family are also facing frenzied attacks.
Latest news on the Holy Capital battle: Suspected to be the Wei family's ancestor, Wei Qianqiu, is currently waging war against the Ancient Clan.
As piece after piece of intelligence was read out.
All three of them were shocked.
Chen Feng now deeply realized just how dangerous the current situation was.
Once it involved battles between Martial Saints, he could only barely protect himself.
He wouldn't even be able to look after his own disciples.
The Martial Saints guarding the White Tiger Abyss leaving in such a hurry must be related to the great battle in the Holy Capital.
It seemed the news was most likely true.
Chen Feng suddenly looked at Zhao Bing and said:
Zhao Bing, it's too dangerous right now.
I'm going to pass on to you a cultivation method that leads straight to the unity of heaven and man.
As early as when Zhao Bing awakened the Fifteen Deadly Swords, the master-disciple rewards triggered for Chen Feng had reached six times, granting him the qualification for empowerment.
It was just that the situation was critical at the time.
Chen Feng had no chance to grant his disciple empowerment before being chased to the White Tiger Abyss by the Ancient Clan's Martial Saints.
Now that the world was becoming increasingly chaotic, Chen Feng decided to strengthen his disciples as quickly as possible.
Giving them an extra layer of capital to save their lives.
Zhao Bing was stunned.
He understood passing on a cultivation method.
But what did it mean to directly impart a cultivation method that led straight to the unity of heaven and man?
Chen Feng said directly:
I have a total of nine cultivation methods.
Besides the Thirteen Deadly Swords, there are eight other methods for you to choose from.
Among them are two palm techniques: the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms and the Tathagata Divine Palm, both of which you should have seen.
There are two leg and footwork techniques: the Heaven-Crippling Kick, which focuses on slaughter, and the Lingbo Microsteps, which focuses on movement.
A technique that can devour others' vitality and blood to rapidly increase one's own cultivation, called the Northern Darkness Divine Art!
A defensive technique no weaker than the Indestructible Vajra Art, called the Indestructible Golden Body.
A rare sonic technique called the Seven Severing Zither.
And a technique to strengthen physical power called the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Art.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.”
