Chen Feng searched in the direction he had come from.
Along the way, he had already taken down more than eighty people.
Only a dozen or so remained, and he had no idea where they had hidden.
Chen Feng searched for a long time but found no sign of them.
He glanced at the sun’s position and then continued on toward the Dragon Vein.
Revenge was important, but here in the Kunlun Mountains, there were matters far more urgent.
Chen Feng had barely traveled a kilometer when he spotted a large group approaching head-on.
Only when they were about a hundred meters away did he realize—they were invaders.
Their numbers were several times greater than the dozens he had faced before.
“Again?” Chen Feng muttered, exasperated.
He felt like he was destined to be hunted down.
Without a second thought, he turned and ran.
Suddenly, a loud, arrogant laugh rang out behind him.
“Ha ha ha…”
“Trying to run?”
“You’ve been so cocky!”
“You chased us for so long and took down so many of our comrades!”
“Let me show you my ‘Flying Legs’!”
A bald man with a thick beard suddenly surged forward, his legs blurring like afterburners.
He quickly pulled ahead of the others, closing the distance to Chen Feng at an incredible speed.
In just a few breaths, he had closed the gap of several dozen meters.
Chen Feng was taken aback.
The bald man wore a ferocious grin.
Without hesitation, he reached out to grab Chen Feng’s shoulder.
Seeing the hand coming toward him, Chen Feng instinctively asked,
“Are you serious?”
The bald man was momentarily stunned.
He didn’t quite understand what this Great Xia man meant.
He suspected his Great Xia language skills were lacking and had misheard.
Before they even made contact, Chen Feng unleashed the Beiming Divine Skill from the Tianren Unity realm.
He became like a black hole, absorbing the man’s vital energy.
The bald man immediately sensed something was wrong.
His internal energy spiraled out of control, violently spilling out of his body as a red stream, drawn toward Chen Feng.
Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, his palm had already landed on Chen Feng’s shoulder.
In the next instant, it was as if he’d been struck by lightning.
His body lost all control.
His entire energy surged wildly into the arm gripping Chen Feng, then flowed into Chen Feng’s body.
In the blink of an eye, his vital energy was completely drained.
His body collapsed, limp and uncontrollable.
“Thanks for the energy,” Chen Feng said with a nod.
Then he continued running.
Thanks to the attack, Chen Feng’s own energy was fully restored.
The large group of invaders chasing him caught sight of the bald man’s pitiful state and felt a chill run down their spines.
What had been a normal man was now nothing but skin and bones, with sunken eye sockets and skin and lips so pale they were devoid of color.
“Is this some kind of curse?”
“Oh my God! He’s almost a walking corpse.”
“This Great Xia man is terrifying.”
“No wonder the bounty on this guy is so high.”
Those who had been chased by Chen Feng earlier quickly warned,
“That Great Xia man practices a skill that sucks out a person’s vital energy. Don’t attack him alone.”
“As long as we attack together, he won’t be able to absorb us all.”
Over two hundred invaders pressed Chen Feng into a desperate flight.
He ran for days on end.
From time to time, Chen Feng deliberately slowed down.
Using the Beiming Divine Skill, he absorbed some energy to sustain his strength.
Elsewhere, on the outskirts of the Kunlun Mountains,
A young man emerged from the mist.
Soon, the young man was treated like a celebrity, surrounded by eager buyers all clamoring for his attention.
The reason? He had managed to gather a rare Nine-Leaf Yao Herb.
After selling the herb, the young man began giving interviews.
He also shared a striking scene he witnessed on Mount Kunlun.
“When I was collecting the herb, a dangerous incident almost happened,” he said.
“I saw Chen Feng apparently chasing after some intruders!”
“Luckily, those intruders didn’t notice me.”
“But Chen Feng himself was being hunted by someone else.”
The reporters’ eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.
Chen Feng had been the talk of the town lately.
This genius youth was rumored to be using the Absorbing Star Technique and was a member of the Swallowing Heaven Club.
That news was still fresh.
And now, new information had surfaced.
Reporters quickly asked anxiously, “Do you have the video footage from that moment?”
The young man hadn’t realized the video’s value yet.
He immediately took out his phone, still charging on a power bank.
Opening his photo gallery, he played the video.
The reporters eagerly watched it for free.
The footage showed Chen Feng being chased by Wei Xu, encountering the intruders.
He was seen hunting down dozens of intruders, taking them out one by one until only the last one remained.
“Nice!”
The young man’s voice of admiration was audible in the video.
At the end of the clip, over a hundred men dressed in black were chasing Chen Feng.
After the interview, the young man’s family and friends sighed in frustration.
“You let those reporters take advantage of you.”
“That Chen Feng news is worth a fortune.”
“I heard the last person made a lot of money selling similar footage.”
As Chen Feng’s second video went viral, the entire internet exploded with discussion.
“This is getting weirder the more I watch.”
“How can he chase dozens of intruders alone, yet be pursued by over a hundred men in black?”
“Chen Feng is killing the intruders, so why are the men in black still after him?”
“Those men in black should be taking out the intruders first, then deal with Chen Feng.”
“Are they playing some kind of game? This is a matter of life and death.”
…
Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei were the first to see their master’s video.
Relieved to see Chen Feng was unharmed, their hearts relaxed for a moment.
But then, seeing the men in black still chasing him, their tension returned.
At the War God Martial Arts School,
Xiang Jingpeng hadn’t expected Chen Feng to still be alive.
But that didn’t matter much to him.
The fact that Chen Feng could absorb others’ energy was now undeniable.
The Chosen Martial Arts School was finished.
The national tournament was about to begin.
Xiang Jingpeng’s current goal was to recruit Liu Weiwei back.
He had already gathered his men and was heading toward the neighborhood where Liu Weiwei lived.
At the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association,
Yang Honghui also watched Chen Feng’s latest video.
Especially when Chen Feng took down intruders one by one.
He felt an indescribable thrill.
But seeing Chen Feng’s energy-absorbing technique, he couldn’t help but sigh.
“Ah! What a pity!”
“Such a promising young man, yet he learned the Absorbing Star Technique.”
In a villa somewhere in Jiangcheng,
Su Yan also saw Chen Feng’s latest video.
A smile crept onto her lips.
“This young master is truly tenacious!”
After watching the video, Su Yan headed to the garage.
Before leaving Jiangcheng, she wanted to visit her two junior senior sisters one last time—both more than ten years younger than herself.
But, unfortunately,
those once innocent senior sisters probably wouldn’t recognize her anymore.
Or rather, no one would recognize her now.
Not even the veterans of the Tun Tian Club could identify her.
Su Yan had just arrived at the residential complex where Chen Feng lived.
She saw Xiang Jingpeng entering the complex with three others.
“What is he doing here?”
Having followed the developments around Chen Feng recently,
Su Yan had gradually learned some of Chen Feng’s past.
The most significant being the grudge with the God of War Martial Arts School.
Seeing Xiang Jingpeng show up at Chen Feng’s complex,
Su Yan immediately realized
that he was likely here to cause trouble for those two senior sisters.
So she got out of the car and followed them toward the building where Chen Feng lived,
even sharing the same elevator ride with Xiang Jingpeng.

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...

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.

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

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.”