Wei Xu cursed:
"Four useless idiots!"
"Couldn't even stop a mere martial artist."
The three immediately explained:
"Mr. Wei, that kid was definitely no ordinary martial artist."
"He must have taken Blood Qi Pills—he's already at the level of an advanced martial artist."
"Not only that, but his attacks were unnaturally powerful!"
"And he has some bizarre technique that can drain people's blood qi."
As they spoke, they pointed at their companion lying on the ground, now reduced to an ordinary person.
Wei Xu stepped closer.
He placed his fingers on the man's pulse, his brow gradually furrowing.
"How is this possible?"
"Why can't I sense even a trace of blood qi?"
"Even his dantian is completely depleted!"
This was something he had only ever felt in ordinary people.
His subordinate now had not a shred of a martial artist's blood qi left.
Unlike exhaustion from battle, this couldn't be recovered through rest.
It was as if his blood qi had been forcibly ripped away, causing his martial arts cultivation to plummet.
Now, he was nothing more than a commoner.
Wei Xu's eyes widened in shock!
A certain technique flashed through his mind.
"Star-Swallowing Art!"
Wei Xu quickly raised his head and bellowed at his subordinates chasing Chen Feng:
"Be careful! That kid knows the Star-Swallowing Art!"
With that, he ignored the drained subordinate and led the remaining three in pursuit of Chen Feng.
The man robbed of his blood qi lay limp on the ground.
Watching his companions leave, he sank into utter despair.
What awaited him now were the wild beasts of Kunlun Mountain.
Meanwhile, a few dozen meters away, a clump of vines slowly rose from the grass.
The figure was clad in a ghillie suit woven entirely from weeds and vines.
"Big scoop!"
"Not bad, not bad—this should fetch a decent price."
The man had originally sneaked into Kunlun Mountain hoping to stumble upon some fortune.
His own strength wasn't high—he hadn't reached the level of a top-tier martial artist.
No rare treasures had come his way.
But he had just captured a major scandal on his phone.
At first, he had seen five men trying to kill a young man.
And that young man turned out to be Chen Feng—the prodigy who had gone viral online not long ago.
Just as he started recording, over a hundred more people suddenly appeared behind him.
Honestly, he had been terrified.
If discovered, he would've been silenced on the spot.
Luckily, everyone's attention was fixed on Chen Feng and those five men.
No one noticed his unremarkable clump of vines.
"Kunlun Mountain is too dangerous—better get out of here fast!"
Not daring to linger, he decided to leave immediately.
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Meanwhile, Chen Feng was fleeing for his life.
When he had broken through the encirclement earlier,
Wei Xu's shout had finally reminded him where he'd heard that voice before.
"Wei Xu from the Wei family!"
Given their numbers, this was clearly a premeditated ambush.
Being hunted by a hundred top-tier martial artists left Chen Feng no time to even catch his breath.
The slightest misstep,
and a hundred attacks would turn him into mincemeat.
His only hope now was to find others—preferably the elders Yang Honghui had arranged.
The pursuers, led by Wei Xu, weren't faring much better.
"Damn it! How is this kid so fast?"
"I specialize in leg techniques, yet I can't even catch up to an advanced martial artist!"
"He must know some powerful movement skill—no wonder he's so quick."
"But he only became an advanced martial artist by taking Blood Qi Pills. He can't keep this up forever."
"Stop talking! Save your energy—don't let him escape!"
Wei Xu was furious.
What should've been a simple task had turned into this mess.
A hundred top-tier martial artists, and they couldn't even corner one measly martial artist?
What a disastrous start.
Of course, he blamed those five dead top-tier martial artists.
No idea which faction had sent them.
Chen Feng was panicking too.
Maintaining his speed with the Heaven-Defying Footwork in the Harmony of Heaven and Man state
was rapidly depleting his blood qi.
He thought of the Blood Qi Pills again.
Though they couldn't exceed his blood qi limit,
they could at least replenish some.
Just a waste of money.
Each pill cost 500,000!
Chen Feng swore that aside from wedding banquets,
the most expensive thing he'd ever consumed was Blood Qi Pills.
The pursuers saw Chen Feng popping pills mid-sprint
and inwardly groaned.
One of them couldn't help shouting:
"Chen Feng, stop running!"
"We don't want to kill you—we just want to buy your martial techniques!"
Chen Feng scoffed.
"You think I'd believe that?"
A hundred masked men had just slaughtered five top-tier martial artists in front of him.
Their brutality left him no room to hesitate.
The chase lasted half a day.
Wei Xu's group had dwindled from a hundred to seventy-odd.
Over twenty had already dropped out from exhaustion.
Chen Feng, too, was at his limit after swallowing his last Blood Qi Pill.
He started considering his next move.
Should he risk slowing down slightly
to drain some blood qi from his enemies and sustain himself?
Wei Xu was equally desperate.
He didn't have an endless supply of Blood Qi Pills.
His own blood qi was nearly depleted.
"Damn it!"
Wei Xu cursed under his breath.
He knew mindlessly chasing wasn't the solution,
but stopping meant possibly losing Chen Feng's trail.
If Chen Feng went into hiding in Kunlun Mountain,
this mission would be a guaranteed failure.
Just then, Chen Feng spotted dozens of figures ahead.
Like a drowning man seeing a lifeline,
he bolted straight toward them.
Wei Xu also noticed the group.
His composure shattered.
"Goddamn it!"
"How did things turn out like this?"
"You worthless trash! Incompetent fools!"
"A hundred top-tier martial artists, and you let a pill-popping advanced martial artist slip away!"
The men being berated stayed silent,
though they seethed inwardly:
"Hey, you're one of us too."
"If you weren't a Wei, I'd have killed you already!"
In the blink of an eye, Chen Feng reached the group.
Wei Xu had no choice but to halt the pursuit.
Despite outnumbering them,
his men were exhausted from the prolonged chase.
Engaging dozens of fresh fighters would be suicidal.
Besides, their mission wasn't exactly legal.
Relieved at the stopped pursuit, Chen Feng sighed inwardly.
But the group ahead turned at his approach, instantly alert.
"It's someone from Xia!"
"We've been spotted!"
"No matter—it's just one guy!"
"Take him out quickly!"
They swiftly assumed combat stances or drew weapons.
Chen Feng skidded to a stop.
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"Talk about bad luck!"
Trapped between a pack of wolves and a den of tigers—
nowhere left to run.
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.”
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?!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
