Chen Feng currently only wanted to grow stronger, having long risen above trivial pursuits. Especially when it came to superficial beauty or ugliness—he paid it little mind. Right now, Chen Feng’s sole focus was on improving his cultivation.
In this world, the stronger one’s cultivation, the greater their freedom. Only then could they protect those they cared about most.
"Master is right. My master isn’t some shallow person," Jin Youxi chimed in, her face full of admiration.
Liu Weiwei was also struck by her master’s words.
Su Yan, seeing the two lovely and vivacious female disciples behind Chen Feng, immediately cursed inwardly:
"Scumbag!"
"I almost fell for your nonsense!"
She took the walking stick Chen Feng handed her and asked, "I’m genuinely curious—what’s your standard for beauty? What do you consider beautiful in your eyes?"
Beauty?
The question dredged up countless memories for Chen Feng.
When he was little, he loved standing by the orphanage window, watching the children outside play happily with their parents.
The laughter of a family was something he could only yearn for back then.
As a child, he often fantasized about what it would be like to have parents—how he, too, could wear a carefree, joyful smile every day.
The thought of his bittersweet childhood made his eyes grow moist.
Su Yan, with her master-level cultivation, could clearly sense Chen Feng’s emotional fluctuations.
Coupled with his teary eyes, it didn’t seem like an act.
"A simple question about beauty actually moved this freak of nature—someone who can defeat opponents above his level and has pushed martial arts techniques to perfection as a mere martial disciple—to tears."
Su Yan didn’t understand why.
Her curiosity about Chen Feng’s answer only grew.
Chen Feng wore a faint smile as his moistened eyes returned to normal.
"For me, nothing in this world is more beautiful than a parent’s smile."
A parent’s smile!
Su Yan froze.
"Yes…"
"But I’ll never see it again."
Her mind instantly conjured the warm smiles of her own parents.
But immediately after, she saw her father’s desolate expression, his disappointment with the world.
And her mother’s despair, the tears she shed while kneeling and begging.
Chen Feng’s words not only reminded Su Yan of her parents but also reignited the memory of her deep-seated vendetta.
At that moment, even Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei were reminded of their own parents.
Jin Youxi, however, only felt emptiness—no nostalgia.
She had never seen her parents smile.
Her memories were filled only with stern reprimands.
Liu Weiwei’s childhood memories of her parents had long since blurred.
Su Yan gave Chen Feng a deep look.
She thought to herself:
"This level of insight is nothing like a twenty-year-old’s."
No wonder he’s reached the pinnacle of perfection in his martial arts.
"I’m almost reluctant to hand him over to Wei Corporation now."
Chen Feng said to Su Yan, "Take care, auntie. We’ll head back first."
Jin Youxi also waved warmly.
"Goodbye, auntie!"
Su Yan nodded and said to Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei,
"I envy you both—having such a warm and caring master."
Jin Youxi proudly lifted her chin.
Liu Weiwei also wore a blissful smile.
Just as the two groups were about to part ways—
Suddenly!
A voice echoed in Chen Feng’s mind.
[Detected 100% compatibility with "North Star Divine Art".]
[Name: Su Yan.]
[Note! Successfully taking her as a disciple will yield unexpected rewards.]
Chen Feng was stunned.
When he looked at the "auntie" before him now, his gaze had completely changed.
"What the—I’m supposed to take this older woman as my disciple?"
"How am I even supposed to ask that?"
But seeing the name of that technique, it was impossible not to be tempted.
That was a legendary divine art!
It had to be extraordinary.
Chen Feng was dying to know what effects mastering the North Star Divine Art and reaching harmony with the universe would bring.
"For the sake of my dream of becoming invincible, what’s a little embarrassment?"
If I run into the Devouring Heaven Club again, I’ll have another way to protect myself.
"Besides, this auntie seems like a decent person—perfect disciple material."
Chen Feng cleared his throat and forced himself to say:
"So… uh… auntie, would you like to learn martial arts?"
"I can tell just by looking—your bone structure is extraordinary. You’re a one-in-ten-thousand prodigy."
If you become my disciple, I can teach you an unparalleled technique.
Su Yan was speechless.
Had she misheard?
But there was no one else around.
Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei were equally dumbfounded.
Their master’s actions had completely surpassed their understanding.
Su Yan stared at Chen Feng in disbelief.
"You want to take me as your disciple?"
Chen Feng nodded awkwardly.
At first, she thought she’d misheard, but seeing her "master" confirm it—
Jin Youxi’s jaw dropped in shock.
Liu Weiwei’s eyes widened, her face a picture of utter disbelief.
This left Su Yan utterly baffled.
A young man in his twenties actually wanted to take her as his disciple.
Though she was only thirty, the side effects of recklessly using the Star-Devouring Technique had taken their toll.
She now looked like she was in her forties or fifties.
Her body was covered in festering sores, her figure bloated and deformed, and even her legs had been affected.
Such was the price of the Star-Devouring Technique.
It allowed rapid progress in cultivation but came with severe drawbacks.
Absorbing others’ life force led to internal conflicts within the body.
While it boosted her power, it also ravaged her physique.
Without it, she’d never have reached master-level by thirty or founded the infamous Devouring Heaven Club.
No matter how hard she racked her brain, Su Yan couldn’t fathom why Chen Feng would want her as a disciple.
"Wasn’t this guy supposed to only like pretty young girls?"
"Or is he actually into… unconventional tastes?"
But there was no point overthinking it.
This was too amusing to pass up.
Su Yan was eager to see what this unpredictable young man was up to.
"Sure!"
"This auntie really does want to learn martial arts."
"Disciple Su Yan pays respects to Master."
Seeing Su Yan actually agree—
Jin Youxi’s mouth hung even wider open.
"I’ve got another junior sister now… and she’s decades older than me."
"Well, this junior sister is even older than Master."
Liu Weiwei was equally stunned.
"Wasn’t this supposed to be a joke?"
"It has to be a joke, right?"
Meanwhile, Chen Feng was ecstatic.
"It worked!"
A voice echoed in his mind:
[Disciple successfully accepted.]
[Acquired technique: "North Star Divine Art".]
[Note! Once your disciple masters the basics of the North Star Divine Art, your own comprehension of the technique will ascend to harmony with the universe.]
Congratulations on achieving the Renowned Master milestone.
[Fourth disciple has established a prominent organization and become its leader.]
[Reward: +200 Qi and Blood points for Master.]
Chen Feng was floored.
He’d just taken on a disciple and instantly completed a milestone, gaining 200 Qi and Blood points.
"Holy—since when was this a thing?"
Reaching 400 Qi and Blood points classifies one as an advanced martial artist.
Chen Feng now had 500.
Even if he faced Han Ming again—who had over 900—he’d dare to fight head-on.
The only question was: what organization had this fourth disciple founded?
A mutual aid society?
A no-fap club?
A senior citizens’ association?
For the life of him, Chen Feng couldn’t figure it out.
Right now, though, he had a more pressing headache—how was he supposed to address Su Yan?
Now that I'm the master, I can't very well keep calling my disciple "auntie," can I?
In the end, I had no choice but to grit my teeth, add Su Yan on WeChat, and send her my address.
"Su Yan, if you're free tomorrow, come find me at this location."
"I happen to have a cultivation technique that suits you. You have to come—I promise you won’t be disappointed."
Chen Feng was desperate to make progress now.
But when he read the description of the technique, his heart skipped a beat.
"Devouring others' life force?"
"Isn't this the Star-Swallowing Art?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
