Chen Feng studied the hexagrams carved into the coffin lid, but even he could not make sense of them.
There were sixty-four hexagrams.
He simply could not remember which ones belonged to their side and which belonged to the enemy.
Feng Tengyun rushed forward and struck the coffin lid open with a single palm.
Chen Feng was stunned.
“So you stopped me from opening it only so you could open it yourself.”
“Even at a time like this, you’re still thinking of sacrificing yourself.”
“Even if I didn’t open the lid, I’d probably still die here today.”
Feng Tengyun sensed the changes occurring within his body.
He looked at Chen Feng and spoke calmly.
“If this had happened before, I would have watched you open it.”
“But now, you are more important than I am.”
“Before absolute power, my schemes are of no use at all.”
“For Great Xia’s future, those who are of no use should be the first to sacrifice themselves.”
Chen Feng did not agree with Feng Tengyun’s view.
In his eyes, no one should have to be sacrificed.
Neither the strong nor the weak, neither the useful nor the useless.
Everyone was born with the right to choose to live.
People were not objects.
A person’s worth must never be quantified.
That was the greatest desecration of humanity.
People began life as helpless infants and gradually grew into frail old men and women.
If the weak and the “useless” deserved to be sacrificed, then such a human race had no reason to exist at all.
Before Feng Tengyun’s figure faded away completely, he spoke his final words to Chen Feng.
“There is a Martial Saint named Mi Chuan. One day, he will surely become a Martial God!”
“He is easy to make use of. As long as you do not make an enemy of him, he will not make an enemy of you.”
“If you treat him as a friend, he will treat you as a friend!”
“His obsession is with eternal life. Anything that can extend his lifespan can make him work for you.”
“Moreover, he is a true genius—a genius who has been overlooked.”
“In my eyes, he is no less gifted than you or Wang Zun.”
Mi Chuan?
Chen Feng knew of him.
A Martial Saint who had betrayed Great Xia.
It was said that he had once been Feng Tengyun’s partner.
Hearing Feng Tengyun speak of him this way, Chen Feng roughly understood.
Mi Chuan’s betrayal might have had many causes.
At the very least, Feng Tengyun had never truly betrayed Great Xia.
When the decisive moment came, he could even sacrifice himself for Great Xia without hesitation.
And since Mi Chuan had earned Feng Tengyun’s recognition, he naturally could not be an utterly vile man.
Still, Chen Feng felt Feng Tengyun’s praise of Mi Chuan might be somewhat exaggerated.
No matter how talented Mi Chuan was, he was only a Martial Saint.
Could he really compare to Wang Zun, who had already become a Martial God?
Seeing the unconvinced expression on Chen Feng’s face, Feng Tengyun understood at once.
He continued:
“The martial art passed down through Mi Chuan’s family is the Vajra Finger.”
“But when he was young, he wanted to learn the sword.”
“His family would not allow it.”
“So he created a sword technique of his own, called the Vajra Demon-Subduing Sword.”
“A technique that had never existed in the world—a sword art imagined by a child.”
“And he was a lazy, wealthy second-generation heir. After his parents died, he spent every day fantasizing about becoming immortal.”
“He was also obsessed with beautiful women. Only when the mood struck him would he practice a little, showing off in front of someone he liked.”
“Yet, merely by occasionally practicing that imaginary technique, he became a peak Martial Saint!”
Chen Feng could not help but be shocked.
It sounded like something out of a fantasy tale.
But he knew Feng Tengyun’s character.
There was no need for him to deliberately exaggerate or lie about such a matter.
If what he said was true, then Mi Chuan was unquestionably a natural-born genius.
Feng Tengyun gradually faded away completely.
Just then, a cellphone began to ring.
The sound came from the pocket of a corpse on the ground.
Then, one ringtone after another began to sound.
At first, Chen Feng was puzzled.
How could so many corpses be receiving calls at the same time?
But he immediately realized what it was.
They were alarm clocks.
The midnight hour had passed.
But he knew that his battle was far from over.
His qi and blood condensed into invisible strings before him.
Chen Feng suddenly plucked them.
As the sound waves spread outward,
everything they touched was reflected back to him as images.
Chen Feng wanted to know how many of their people were still alive.
Now that midnight had passed,
there was no need for the remaining participants to keep throwing away their lives.
He had to find a way to get them out.
But before he could think of one,
Chen Feng’s heart went completely cold.
On the battlefield of the Kunlun Mountains,
only two of their side were still alive.
One was himself.
The other was Zhao Bing, who was still holding on desperately.
At this moment, Zhao Bing was like a trapped beast.
His entire body was drenched in blood.
Both of his arms had been severed once again.
He could only grip his sword between his teeth
and make his final stand.
A group of people surrounded him, taunting him with amused expressions.
“You really are impressive. Too bad you chose the wrong person to follow!”
“So? Before you die, we even helped recreate one of your famous old scenes.”
“That battle against the Ancient Clan back then was truly blood-pumping!”
“Too bad the cut on your left shoulder was a little off. I should have aimed slightly farther in.”
...
Zhao Bing clenched the broken Chixiao Sword tightly between his teeth.
He paid no attention to their mockery.
But when he saw that only half of the Chixiao Sword remained,
his heart ached.
It was the sword his master had given him.
It had accompanied him through life-and-death trials.
Now, it was battered and broken beyond recognition.
Yet he could still feel that its sword intent remained.
He knew that when the sword intent vanished,
that would be the moment of his death.
Thinking it over,
his only regret was that he had not created a few more moves.
When his master had taught him the art, it had been the Thirteen Deathblow Swords.
After striving for so many years, he had only added four more techniques.
His original goal had been to do as the creator of the sword art had done—
to create another thirteen moves,
bringing the total to twenty-six.
It seemed that goal would remain unfinished.
...
When Chen Feng saw Zhao Bing being surrounded and humiliated, his eyes nearly split with rage.
“A warrior may be killed!”
“But never humiliated!”
Chen Feng roared and charged toward Zhao Bing.
High in the sky, Su Yuanshan watched the scene unfold.
It brought back the darkest moment of his life.
Back then, he had been in even worse shape than Zhao Bing was now.
Though he possessed the cultivation of a Martial Venerable, he had been surrounded by experts from the Nine Great Families.
Because his daughter was in their hands,
they had taken turns tormenting him, knowing he did not dare fight to the death.
Even Martial Saints had joined in, attacking alongside the others and shattering both his knees.
They forced him to kneel before them,
subjecting him to endless torture and humiliation.
In the end, a spoiled young master from the Duan family had pierced his heart with the Six Meridian Divine Sword.
He had died without the slightest dignity.
Without any value.
Even in death, he had failed to save his daughter.
Su Yuanshan waved a hand.
A massive boulder dozens of meters across crashed down before Chen Feng,
blocking him from rescuing his disciple.
Then Su Yuanshan blurred forward and stood in Chen Feng’s path.
“Perhaps I should let you experience the pain I suffered back then.”
“Of course, what you experience will be far less than what I endured.”
Su Yuanshan spread his arms wide, and suddenly the veins on his forehead bulged.
His face began to flush slightly.
For the first time, he was using his full strength against Chen Feng.
The Star-Absorbing Technique was pushed to its absolute limit.
Even the surrounding space began to warp as a result.
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?"
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.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
