In the Sacred Capital.
The Sacred Capital was slowly being rebuilt.
But within decades, it would be impossible to restore its former prosperity.
At the Wei Family's old mansion.
Wei Guangming silently kept watch.
He was now tinkering with a radio.
His cultivation had reached the peak of Martial Venerable.
Even if he didn't practice every day,
the blood sacrifice would force-feed him, dragging him up to become a Martial Saint.
Now, Wei Guangming dared not leave this place for even a step.
He had also heard about Su Yuanshan destroying the Southern Continent with a single move.
A faint feeling lingered in Wei Guangming's heart.
Sooner or later, he would have to open the ancestor's coffin.
He had also heard about the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin.
But the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin was completely different from Wei Tianjun's Bronze Giant Coffin.
He had no idea whether, once the coffin was opened,
it would bring the ancestor back to life like the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin had.
...
In the Heavenly Capital.
The original world-class martial arts tournament had been temporarily canceled due to the Southern Continent disaster.
After a month of calm,
Chen Feng began announcing his acceptance of disciples once again.
He knew he couldn't keep spiraling in despair.
After experiencing what happened with Su Yuanshan,
he longed even more for powerful strength.
During this time, his new disciples, Angelina and Yang Xuan, had already begun mastering their martial arts techniques.
Chen Feng's Northern Dark Divine Art had also reached new heights.
What surprised Chen Feng the most was that,
after Yang Xuan achieved basic mastery over the Yijing Sutra,
Chen Feng gained a transcendent insight into the Yijing Sutra.
It was a technique for tempering one's own body.
Each time it was practiced, it refined the body and bloodline.
Over long periods of cultivation, it could achieve the effect of cleansing the marrow.
Chen Feng practiced the Yijing Sutra whenever he had time.
In his entire life,
this was the first time he had willingly and actively practiced a technique every single day.
After reopening his recruitment, the number of people coming to seek him as a master was not as explosive as before.
Because everyone knew that the Martial God who destroyed the Southern Continent was in Daxia.
There were also rumors
that this Martial God was the father-in-law of the Daxia Hero.
But most people didn't believe it.
In their hearts, the Daxia Hero was so radiant and noble.
How could he have a father-in-law who was like an apocalypse-bringing reaper?
Nevertheless, people still came to seek apprenticeship day after day.
Unfortunately, for a whole month,
Chen Feng found no qualified disciples.
Until one day.
A young refugee from the Southern Continent
finally triggered the system's prompt.
[Detected: Indestructible Golden Body match rate 100%.]
[Name: Anthony.]
This young man named Anthony
had brown hair and brown skin.
His resolute face carried a hint of rawness.
His body was covered in knotted muscles.
Standing at 185 centimeters tall, he was a head taller than Chen Feng, who was 180 centimeters.
When he came to seek apprenticeship, his cultivation had already reached the level of Advanced Martial Artist.
Chen Feng asked curiously,
“What technique did you practice before?”
Anthony shook his head and said,
“I never practiced any martial arts technique.”
“What I cultivated was called Dou Qi.”
“But the man who taught me Dou Qi died in the Southern Continent.”
He would never forget.
On the TV news, a Martial God with Eastern features grabbed his master by the hair and flew into the sky.
Then he used a meteorite to destroy the entire Southern Continent.
When Anthony crawled out of the rubble,
he headed straight for the spot where the meteorite had fallen,
searching for his master's figure.
After walking for over a month,
he finally saw the giant crater.
Walking around the crater, he indeed found his master.
He saw Master Aiden kneeling on the barren ground,
both hands clenched tightly in the dirt before him.
Two streams of bloody tears flowed from his eyes,
and he had already stopped breathing.
Anthony could tell
how much despair and grief his master felt before death.
Hearing the words “Dou Qi,”
Chen Feng was taken aback.
“Your master was Aiden?”
Anthony nodded.
He had originally been an ordinary farmer.
It was Aiden who set him on the path of cultivation,
and he had become an Advanced Martial Artist.
But he had never known that Aiden was a Martial God.
Not until that day, when he saw on the news Su Yuanshan declare that Aiden was a king from the ancient era of the Southern Continent,
and then witness the destruction of the entire Southern Continent,
did Anthony realize his master's extraordinary nature.
Now that the Daxia Hero had directly spoken his master's name,
Anthony no longer hid anything. In his imperfect Daxia language, he said,
“My main reason for coming to seek you as my master is to learn the truth about my master.”
“But I didn't dare ask just anyone, because I can't afford to offend that Martial God.”
“But I knew there was one person I could trust: the Daxia Hero.”
“Can you tell me about my master's true identity?”
Chen Feng never expected that
in taking on disciples this time, he would end up with Aiden's student.
He sighed and said,
“Do you want to avenge your master?”
Thinking of Su Yuanshan, whose strength was unfathomable, Anthony shook his head.
“I know I probably won't be able to avenge him in this lifetime.”
“I just want to continue cultivating my martial path and not disappoint my master.”
Chen Feng patted Anthony on the shoulder.
Through his Qilin Eye, he could see that Anthony was kind-hearted.
Even kinder than himself.
He led Anthony into the villa and briefly explained the information about Aiden.
It was only then that this young lad learned
that the unassuming white-haired old man who had taught him Dou Qi was truly an expert even more powerful than a Martial Saint.
On the other side,
the Flood Dragon's search for martial arts techniques was not going smoothly.
She had given herself a human name:
Long Jiaojiao.
She switched through several martial arts halls,
but none of them had a technique suitable for her to practice.
It was only after learning
that a Martial God among humans had appeared—one capable of destroying an entire continent in a single move—
that she truly realized
the immense power of human Martial Gods.
“How is it, Jiaojiao? Which technique do you want to practice?”
“I can teach you hand in hand!”
In one martial arts hall, the owner personally accompanied a new student in selecting a martial arts technique.
But this student...
She made his mouth go dry.
He couldn't stop swallowing his saliva behind her back.
This female student, other than having poor bone quality—having tried multiple techniques to no avail—
had nothing but advantages.
Now, the owner finally couldn't hold back his wicked thoughts.
He said to the female student,
“You must realize how poor your talent is by now.”
“According to the rules, if you can't even get started with any technique, you'll be expelled from the hall.”
“But if you just listen to me obediently, I can not only keep you from being expelled but also help you become part of the hall's management.”
“You don't want to be kicked out in front of everyone else, do you?”
The Flood Dragon turned around and looked at the lecherous owner.
She then took the initiative to embrace him.
The owner was ecstatic.
He felt like he had reached the peak of his life.
But the next moment.
The Flood Dragon lifted the owner up
and stuffed him directly into her mouth.
Just like when she was still in her serpent form, she swallowed the owner whole without chewing a single bite.
But she dared not transform back into her original form,
afraid she might not be able to change back.
After dealing with the annoying owner,
the Flood Dragon had to face a stark reality.
Human martial arts techniques were completely unsuited for her.
Nowadays, the martial arts techniques taught in these training halls are all distributed by the Martial Arts Guild.
The techniques in most training halls are almost identical.
Long Jiaojiao tried many different martial arts techniques.
Blades, spears, clubs, punches, palms, legs, and kicks—
She tried nearly all of them.
But she simply could not get started.
"Why could Yin Hu do it, but I can't?"
"Am I really inferior to Yin Hu?"
Long Jiaojiao's heart was filled with unwillingness.
Then suddenly, a person came to her mind.
Yin Hu's master!
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?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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...
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
