Jin Youxi opened the photo album on her phone.
She looked at the photo of herself with her master.
Tears silently streamed down her face.
As usual, she opened the green chat app and sent a message to Chen Feng.
Since Chen Feng left, this had become a habit of hers.
Almost every day, she would send him messages.
Hoping that one day, her master would suddenly reply.
Unconsciously, she had already sent thousands of messages to Chen Feng.
“Master, I’m coming home.”
“I will find a way to get the Zhu Fruit, even if I have to steal it, I must cure Weiwei’s leg.”
“With Master gone, as the senior disciple, I will protect my junior sister.”
“Master, I really miss you.”
“I want to see you again.”
After sending the messages, Jin Youxi wiped away her tears and waited for the people from her clan to pick her up.
Great Xia was now under martial law.
But the restrictions were concentrated in the west.
The land route heading east was somewhat more lenient.
Jin Youxi had no choice but to follow her clan members and return home by land.
She had already hired a caregiver for Liu Weiwei.
And she had paid off all the loans her master had left behind.
Her junior sister now had a ten million bonus; even without her, she could live well.
Jin Youxi checked her phone hundreds of times every day.
She kept up with the latest news from Kunlun Mountain.
Recently, news from Kunlun Mountain had become scarcer.
Fewer and fewer people were coming out.
Almost every piece of information brought was bad news.
Casting a shadow over all of Great Xia.
And the biggest shadow over Jin Youxi’s heart
Was the last video showing Chen Feng about to be ambushed by countless invaders from front and back.
Since then, no news of Chen Feng had appeared.
Almost everyone following this matter
Had already concluded
That Chen Feng had surely perished in Kunlun Mountain.
With tens of thousands of pursuers behind him and hundreds of thousands of enemies ahead,
No one believed Chen Feng could have survived such a situation.
At first, Jin Youxi still held onto hope.
But as time passed bit by bit,
No news from her master ever came.
Her heart finally sank into despair.
Now, she only wished that her master’s spirit could bless her to successfully obtain the clan’s Zhu Fruit
And cure junior sister Liu Weiwei’s leg.
For Jin Youxi,
No matter what,
Her master’s legacy must not be broken.
Her master had taken in four disciples in total.
The eldest disciple, Xiao Ruohan, had betrayed them.
She, the second disciple, was barely a martial apprentice and still knew no real martial arts.
The third disciple, Liu Weiwei, was the most promising — a national champion, but unfortunately had lost the use of one leg.
As for the fourth disciple, the most detestable,
No one could contact them at all.
Jin Youxi decided, for the sake of her master’s legacy,
She must find a way to cure her most promising junior sister.
Soon, Jin Youxi was met by three bodyguards sent by her clan.
After two days of arduous travel,
Jin Youxi finally returned to her country.
The Jin family’s power immediately became apparent.
Two helicopters were parked right in front of her.
But the person who came to greet her surprised her.
It was her cousin, Jin Youzhen, with whom she had a very bad relationship.
Jin Youzhen stepped off the helicopter, smiling sweetly at her cousin.
Then, without any hesitation, she said to her subordinates beside her:
“Kill those three bodyguards.”
“I’ll personally deal with that little bitch!”
Jin Youxi and the three bodyguards around her were shocked.
“Second Miss, run!” one of the bodyguards shouted.
The other two bodyguards had already fled on their own.
But it was all in vain.
These bodyguards only possessed the strength of advanced martial artists.
Yet Jin Youzhen had brought along a martial arts master.
The three martial artists didn’t even qualify to run for their lives in front of the master.
Jin Youxi looked at her cousin in panic.
Although their relationship had always been strained,
it had never reached the point where one wanted to kill the other.
“Jin Youzhen, why are you doing this?”
Jin Youzhen smiled coldly, but there was no warmth in her eyes.
“Why am I doing this?”
“Isn’t it because you insisted on stealing my man?”
Jin Youxi was confused and didn’t understand what her cousin meant.
“When did I ever steal your man?”
Jin Youzhen snorted coldly.
“I was supposed to marry the second young master of the Park Family, a marriage alliance to represent our family.”
“But the other party suddenly wanted to switch the engagement to you instead.”
“What do you have that I don’t, you good-for-nothing?”
“Why was it you they chose, and not me?”
As Jin Youzhen spoke, anger twisted her face.
Her overly altered features looked frightening.
Jin Youxi’s anger flared up as well.
“I’m not a good-for-nothing!”
“My master said I’m a one-in-a-million martial arts prodigy!”
At those words, Jin Youzhen’s expression of rage instantly turned into laughter.
Even the bodyguards around her burst out laughing.
They were her trusted confidants.
They all knew about Jin Youxi’s situation.
Years ago, it was discovered that her innate constitution was extremely poor,
making her unsuitable for martial arts training.
Unable to accept this harsh truth,
Jin Youxi went to Great Xia, the pinnacle of martial arts,
to chase her dream of mastering kung fu.
Jin Youzhen laughed loudly, pointing at Jin Youxi with mockery.
“A one-in-a-million martial arts prodigy?”
“Are you trying to kill me with laughter?”
“You’re nothing but a one-in-a-million fool.”
“You went all the way to Great Xia and ended up with a fraud as your master.”
Jin Youxi hated it when anyone insulted her master.
She immediately retorted,
“My master is not a fraud.”
“My master said that as long as I open my Ren and Du meridians, I can become an unparalleled expert.”
An unparalleled expert?
Jin Youzhen laughed again.
She felt like this cousin was about to make her die of laughter.
The martial arts master beside her also sneered.
“Your constitution is so poor, yet you still fantasize about opening the Ren and Du meridians.”
“I’ve been training for so many years and haven’t fully opened mine.”
“There are fifty-two major acupoints along the Ren and Du meridians, and not just anyone can open them.”
“If you make a mistake, it could cause severe injury or even death.”
Hearing the master’s words, a cruel idea sparked in Jin Youzhen’s mind.
“Today, I’ll help you open those meridians and see if you really can become an expert.”
“Seize her!”
At her command, the bodyguards moved forward and firmly restrained Jin Youxi.
As an advanced martial artist herself,
Jin Youzhen was naturally familiar with the body’s acupoints.
She was fully aware of the dangers involved in forcibly opening the meridians.
Now, she looked at Jin Youxi with a sinister grin.
“Before you die, I’ll make you face reality.”
“I’ll make you realize just how foolish you are.”
“To think you’d go all the way to Great Xia and end up with a fraud as your master.”
Jin Youxi struggled desperately,
but her small martial artist strength was no match.
She could only fight back with words.
“My master is not a fraud...”
But before a single word could be spoken, Jin Youzhen struck her abdomen with a palm.
Jin Youxi immediately spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Her internal acupoints—Qugu, Zhongji, Guanyuan, Shimen—were all pierced by Jin Youzhen’s palm.
“Cousin, no need to thank me!”
“Hahaha…”
Jin Youzhen unleashed blow after blow, a sinister grin spreading across her face.
She was both exhilarated and unhinged.
Carefully controlling the force of each strike, she feared killing her outright.
She wanted Jin Youxi to endure the pain for a while longer.
But when she pierced the Tanzhong acupoint, Jin Youxi coughed up a violent mouthful of blood and completely lost consciousness.
Yet Jin Youzhen refused to stop.
Only after the final palm strike shattered Jin Youxi’s Baihui acupoint—
destroying all the meridians along the Ren and Du channels—did she finally relent.
She then patted Jin Youxi’s bloodied face and asked,
“You’re a martial prodigy. Your meridians have now been opened by your senior cousin.”
“Let me see your peerless martial arts.”
“Don’t be so stingy!”
“Hahaha…”
The brutal scene was enough to make even the bodyguards look away in discomfort.
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.”
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.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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...
