The Gu clan Martial Saints, who were anxiously rushing toward the building, all froze at this moment.
They were far too familiar with that towering martial phantom.
Especially in the dimming twilight.
The golden martial phantom was incredibly conspicuous.
What shocked them the most was seeing Chen Feng, single-handedly and by sheer force, holding up the entire building.
All the Gu clan members were stunned.
They never expected this in their wildest dreams.
In the Gu clan's most critical moment of peril.
The one who stepped up to save them was their most bitterly hated enemy.
The hero of Great Xia, Chen Feng!
At the same time.
A person and a crane flew in from the horizon.
Qianqian and the Spirit Crane also happened to witness this scene.
The Spirit Crane was somewhat puzzled and said:
Your master seems to be saving your clansmen.
I remember the Gu clan considers him their mortal enemy, right?
Using her echolocation, Qianqian also perceived the chaotic scene below.
There were corpses of Gu clan members almost everywhere.
Many of them were familiar faces.
Yet, she could no longer muster a shred of sympathy for these clansmen.
However, seeing her master, Chen Feng, trembling as he held up the collapsing building.
His entire body was covered in milky-white scales, and a pair of antlers identical to a Qilin's had even grown on his head.
With one hand, he controlled the martial phantom to support the building.
With the other, he cradled a cheerful infant.
Qianqian's heart could not help but quiver.
It was as if she were looking at a Qilin.
No wonder Master is the second person, besides me, to be chosen by the Qilin.
Meanwhile, Chen Feng was completely drenched in sweat.
He took a few rapid, ragged breaths before gritting his teeth and shouting:
Hurry up and save them!
I am...
I cannot hold on much longer!
This roar instantly snapped the bewildered Gu clan members into action.
At this moment, they did not have the luxury to ponder why their enemy was saving them.
The most urgent task was to evacuate the clansmen trapped underneath and inside the building.
Now, the number of Gu clan Martial Saints had once again fallen below a hundred.
Taking advantage of the brief respite, Wei Qianqiu also looked at Chen Feng with curiosity.
The corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.
This Chen Feng, hailed as the hero of Great Xia, is truly an interesting person!
Just then.
Lightning flashed across the sky.
A light drizzle began to fall from the gloomy clouds.
Seeing that the crisis facing their clansmen was temporarily resolved, the Gu clan Martial Saints turned back to face Wei Qianqiu.
However, their numbers were now less than a hundred.
Only ninety-three remained.
Wei Qianqiu sensed the remaining number of Gu clan members and smiled.
The turning point brought by the building's collapse had already snatched away the Gu clan's last sliver of hope.
She regained her confidence.
She could kill all the Gu clan Martial Saints.
Though it might end in mutual destruction.
Basking in the nourishing rain, Wei Qianqiu's massive, muscular body began to slowly shrink.
Yin and Yang rotate, life flows endlessly!
Yin flourishes and Yang declines, let nature take its course!
Her body shrank at a visible rate.
It rapidly reverted to the appearance of the slender young girl she was before.
Seeing Wei Qianqiu undergo another transformation, the Gu clan Martial Saints did not dare to delay for a second.
Terrified that she might unleash some terrifying new technique.
They all swarmed forward and launched their attacks.
Facing the apocalyptic onslaught of over ninety Martial Saints.
Wei Qianqiu knew.
She could not take it head-on right now.
She could only temporarily evade their sharp edge.
But her current state could not be maintained for much longer.
She had to end the battle quickly.
For every second she dragged it out.
The probability of defeat increased by a fraction.
...
Chen Feng, who was gritting his teeth and holding on, suddenly saw a handsome young man walk up to him.
The young man's expression was wooden, completely devoid of emotion.
He did not even blink naturally.
However, the young man was dragging a familiar figure in his hand.
Gu Yang!
Chen Feng's heart tightened.
He knew the young man before him was definitely no ordinary person.
But in his current state, he had no extra mental energy to probe the newcomer's strength.
The Everlasting Spring Art had transformed Feng Tengyun into a young man.
He walked straight up to Chen Feng.
Along the way, a few Gu clan members saw Feng Tengyun carrying their clan leader.
They immediately rushed forward to attack.
Their fate was entirely predictable.
Feng Tengyun formed his fingers into claws, and anyone who clashed with him was left with five bloody holes in their body.
Then they collapsed unwillingly to the ground.
Gradually, no one dared to step forward anymore.
He is practicing the Nine Yin Bone Claw!
This damn Feng Tengyun was a spy all along!
He tricked us into giving him the Everlasting Spring Art and even harmed our clansmen.
Do not throw your lives away, we cannot possibly match a Martial Saint!
...
The Gu clan crowd could only watch their dying leader, Gu Yang, with bitter resentment.
Chen Feng also stared intently at Feng Tengyun.
His eyes did not blink as he locked gazes with the man.
The situation was obvious.
The newcomer meant harm!
Feng Tengyun stood just a meter away from Chen Feng.
His still-dripping hand remained in a state of gathered power.
He just wanted to figure one thing out before finishing off this Great Xia hero whose stance was so ambiguous.
He asked indifferently:
Why would the hero of Great Xia protect the enemies of Great Xia?
Chen Feng panted heavily.
Sweat dripped down endlessly.
His body was trembling slightly.
Yet he continued to grit his teeth and hold on.
It was obvious his body had reached its limit.
This made Feng Tengyun even more puzzled.
His eyes remained fixed on the emaciated young man kneeling on one knee.
Chen Feng forcefully swallowed a mouthful of blood.
He slowly placed the infant in his left hand onto the ground.
Using his left hand to support himself on the floor, he tried to buy himself a brief moment to catch his breath.
The moment the infant was placed on the ground, it started crying loudly.
Feeling a bit helpless, he looked at the wailing baby and said with difficulty:
I know you all think I am stupid!
But I do not want the person I miss the most years from now.
To be the stupid version of my past self.
After speaking, looking at the endlessly crying baby, Chen Feng took a deep breath.
He used his left hand to scoop the child back up.
The infant instantly stopped crying.
Chen Feng grumbled in his heart.
What a troublesome little guy!
I wonder if I was like this when I was little.
It is a pity I am an orphan, the orphanage director passed away long ago, and the orphanage itself is gone.
I am afraid there is no one left who remembers what I looked like as a child!
Feng Tengyun's expressionless face gradually turned into one of bewilderment.
Chen Feng's words echoed continuously in his mind.
His brow furrowed tighter and tighter.
The person you miss the most is your past self?
Distant memories slowly surfaced in his mind.
That young, foolish version of himself appeared once again.
Back then, he was just a poor kid.
Fortunately, he had average martial arts aptitude and successfully joined a martial arts dojo.
He did odd jobs for the dojo while harboring dreams of martial greatness.
But he ended up living a mediocre life for over ten years.
Luckily, he later found a girlfriend, and his days finally had something to look forward to.
That was the happiest and most fulfilling time of his life.
However, beautiful things are always fleeting, and after the happiness, he still had to face the cruel reality of life.
One day, his girlfriend was harassed by the dojo master's son, and he got into a fierce fight with the man.
The final outcome was predictable.
He was severely beaten on the spot, and afterward, he was taken away by the Martial Arts Association.
His girlfriend actually testified on behalf of the dojo master's son right there and then, claiming that Feng Tengyun had maliciously started the fight.
At that moment.
Feng Tengyun felt his entire world collapse.
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close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
