Dozens of minutes earlier.
The Heavenly Capital.
Chen Feng rarely visited Yin Hu's residence.
This caught Yin Hu somewhat off guard.
"Oho!"
"Rare for you to come looking for me on your own."
"Looks like your backbone's gotten stiffer lately!"
Chen Feng was speechless.
If it weren't for something major,
he truly wouldn't want to come find Yin Hu.
The moment he saw this she-tiger,
it dredged up certain memories he'd rather forget.
Those weren't some glorious path walked.
That was pure, unadulterated cringe history.
Wang Hao learned that Chen Feng had arrived and came running over enthusiastically as well.
"Brother Chen Feng, it's been ages!"
"So, that father-in-law of yours kicked up quite a fuss today, huh?"
"Word is tens of thousands of people have flooded into the Kunlun Mountains, and the whole area's been placed under lockdown."
Chen Feng nodded, a casual acknowledgment of Wang Hao's greeting.
"That's exactly why I'm here."
He then turned to Yin Hu and asked:
"How do you think you'd fare against Su Yuanshan?"
Yin Hu wolfed down an entire grilled fish in one bite.
Rolling her eyes at Chen Feng, she said:
"Hmph! You want me to fight Su Yuanshan."
Chen Feng admitted: "Su Yuanshan plans to revive at least twenty-nine War Gods in one go."
"We have to stop him, or else the whole world will live under his shadow forever."
"We don't need you to beat him—just hold him off for a bit."
"We need a little time to minimize casualties."
Yin Hu snorted again. "What do your casualties have to do with me?"
"Don't forget, I'm of the Yao Clan. Back in ancient times, we were the mortal enemies of the human race."
"And even that madman Gu Sanliang couldn't get the better of Su Yuanshan. How could I possibly be a match for him?"
"I knew it—you worthless man only come around when you need something!"
"Get lost now! Don't ruin my meal!"
Chen Feng wore a helpless expression.
He had no idea how to persuade Yin Hu.
But Yin Hu was a crucial piece of the plan.
Without her,
their chances of success were virtually zero.
Wang Hao, hearing that Su Yuanshan intended to revive twenty-nine War Gods at once,
felt his scalp tingle.
Two dozen War Gods at once?
The once-untouchable War Saints really were becoming a dime a dozen.
His own grandfather was getting useless, less and less capable by the day.
A deep sense of crisis washed over him.
Then Wang Hao chimed in:
"Ancestor!"
"If Su Yuanshan takes over the world,
you might not get to enjoy your free meals every day anymore."
Chen Feng's eyes lit up.
He quickly added: "Right, right. Once Su Yuanshan controls the world,
he won't be feeding you for free like this."
"Everything you eat right now—the Martial Arts Guild pays for all of it."
Wang Hao hurriedly added: "And I've been busting my back too! All this food is personally arranged by me."
"Even the menu—I had someone write it out word by word."
"I work from dawn till dusk, getting less than ten hours of sleep a day."
Ten hours?
Chen Feng thought he must have misheard.
Maybe it was four hours.
But that wasn't the point.
At the mention of losing her food supply,
Yin Hu's eyes narrowed,
a dangerous glint flashing within.
"Cut off my rations, and you might as well kill my parents!"
"Even if the Gu clan brothers showed up, I'd flay a layer of skin off them!"
Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
He patted Wang Hao's shoulder gratefully.
Wang Hao, however, wasn't thinking about any of that.
The thought of dozens of War Gods appearing in the future
left him with zero sense of security.
"Why is living so damn hard?"
Back then, his grandfather was his shield, and he was a spoiled rich third-generation heir of a great family.
Then the Gu clan emerged from seclusion, and his grandfather became useless.
He found himself another backer—a half-yao ancestor.
Now, it looked like even Ancestor Yin Hu was about to become useless.
Wang Hao was ridden with worry.
...
This year's Ghost Festival, the fifteenth of July,
was destined to become a day recorded in the annals of history.
That man, once again stirring the tides of history, was bound to leave a whirlpool in his wake.
All media and networks worldwide were forced to broadcast Chen Feng's video address.
"I am Chen Feng. What I'm about to say concerns the fate of every single person."
"The War God who destroyed the Southern Continent intends to revive at least twenty-nine more War Gods."
"When that happens, the Martial Arts Guild will be overthrown, and the organization ruling the world may become the Heaven-Swallowing Club."
The moment these words were spoken, the whole world was shocked.
If the Heaven-Swallowing Club ruled the world, that would be a disaster!
"Is the Hero of Xia joking?"
"What does 'reviving War Gods' even mean?"
"So the meteor that destroyed the Southern Continent was really summoned by that guy?"
"Why would the Heaven-Swallowing Club rule the world???"
...
Countless questions flooded the internet.
But soon, Chen Feng laid everything out plainly, holding nothing back.
From the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin appearing for two hours in the Kunlun Mountains on the fifteenth of July,
to the War Gods of the Underworld using the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin to reincarnate into earthly bodies.
Everyone listened as if they were hearing a myth.
"Do we trust science, or do we trust the Hero of Xia?"
"I've been saying—why would War Gods suddenly appear in this world? Those are mythical creatures!"
"Forget science! The moment I saw the Hero of Xia's mistress—a tiger bigger than a mountain—I stopped believing in science."
"So that means if I die, I can still go party in the Underworld!"
...
As the whole internet buzzed with discussion,
Chen Feng got to the point.
"To stop this, I need many volunteers to head to the Kunlun Mountains."
"Find the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin and open it."
"Many who take part in this plan will die."
"And whoever opens the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin will die without question!"
"The soul of the one who opens it will not appear in the Underworld—it will be annihilated completely."
The moment these words left his mouth,
the hot-blooded youths who weren't afraid of death instantly cooled down.
They understood now that the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin wasn't something to open casually.
"Damn! You shouldn't have said that!"
"After hearing that, who in their right mind would volunteer to open the stone coffin?"
"This Hero of Xia is too honest for his own good—he'll never achieve great things!"
"Sigh. Honesty is no longer a virtue—it's just stupidity in other people's eyes."
...
Chen Feng's words made many members of the Martial Arts Guild shake their heads in disbelief.
"At a time like this, he's still playing the noble hero?"
"You may feel guilt-free, but the plan might just fail because of it."
"No wonder so many people call him a saint. They're not wrong!"
"Elder Feng, I told you we should've hired someone to write him a speech!"
...
Feng Tengyun, however, said calmly:
"Sometimes lies can't wound anyone—it's the truth that cuts deep."
"Don't underestimate this kind of foolish sincerity. It can pierce straight into the deepest parts of the human heart."
Watching the barrage of comments online,
Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei were both anxious for their master.
Beside them, Chen Shuangshuang wore a troubled expression and asked:
"Is Daddy trying to stop Mommy from being revived?"
Jin Youxi quickly explained: "Of course not!"
"Master is trying to revive even more people."
"Otherwise, that villainous grandfather of yours will take over the whole world."
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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...
