A group of people were at a loss, but didn't dare ask.
"And the ones who bullied my little brother are disciples of our Sky Demon Sect."
"This puts me in a difficult position! Tell me what I should do?"
The group still hadn't realized something was wrong, and unanimously shouted: "Severely punish the perpetrators, get justice for the Sect Leader's little brother, we must not let these troublesome villains damage the sect's reputation."
Lin Qingying repeatedly applauded: "Very good, I'm pleased you all realize this."
"Since you are all demanding this, I naturally can't refuse."
"Chu Yanran, bring the rod over to me."
"Yes, Master."
At this point, the group realized something was off.
"Sect Leader, what are you doing?"
"We admit our mistake, spare us!"
"Ah~"
"I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."
The screams, like those of pigs being slaughtered, made the other Sky Demon Sect disciples' scalps tingle.
"Those unlucky ones provoked the Sect Leader again?"
"I think it's Wu Hao and the others."
"Heaven can forgive man-made disasters, but man-made disasters cannot be survived!"
After half an hour, Wu Hao and the others emerged from Lin Qingying's room with bruised faces, limping.
"Phew~ I feel much better now," Lin Qingying heaved a long sigh.
"Master, is this okay?"
"Do you really think I'm just venting for little Xiao Lian? Xiao Lian is just a pretext.
"If we don't deal with them now, it'll be too late once they cause real trouble."
"I understand now."
Seeing that Chu Yanran didn't say anything, Lin Qingying secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart: [Phew~ This girl is still so easy to fool. When she goes to speak on my behalf to Wu Hao, they'll still have to thank me for my good intentions. Really killing two birds with one stone!]
On Tang Xiaoyu's side, going through what just happened, little Lian had also become very careful, not looking at what she shouldn't, not asking what she shouldn't, just keeping her head down working.
After hanging up the banners and inserting the flags, there was no need for lights since it was daytime.
They chose appropriate locations to place the projection and audio equipment, the backdrop for the stage had already been painted according to requirements long ago, with the guardian treasures of the Six Major Sects as the main motif in different places.
After working hard for half a day, everything was finally prepared.
On Forget-Worry Peak, Old Zhou was doing final mobilization.
"Have you remembered everything I gave you these past few days?"
"Remembered."
"Very good. Don't forget to bring those things tomorrow. We'll rehearse one last time and everyone can rest after."
After speaking, Old Zhou walked onto the stone table. The disciples below were like they lost their minds, shouting loudly: "Elder Zhou!"
Old Zhou then started singing, while the disciples below waved their hands and sang along.
Seeing the disciples cooperate so well, Old Zhou was very satisfied.
[Little Tang, let's see how you compare with me tomorrow. This time, I will definitely suppress you.]
On the Main Peak, Tang Xiaoxue and Yu Die were preparing supplies to cheer for Tang Xiaoyu.
"Xiaoxue, isn't it bad if we write our names on signs? Wouldn't that expose the relationship between you and your brother?"
"Don't worry. As long as I conceal it well, who would oppose me?"
"You're right."
"Senior sister, tomorrow we'll bring over two tables so we can make up for the disadvantage in numbers."
"Xiaoxue, I heard that Forget-Worry Peak's parade is very big this time. Didn't they make a rule that outer sect disciples have to be brought along too?"
"That's why our signs have to be bigger, and we have to stand higher up."
In the Sky Demon Sect Leader's room, Lin Qingying leaned on one hand, while the other hand kept tapping the table.
"Yanran, organize some people to cheer for Xiaoyu tomorrow."
"Master, this puts me in a difficult position!"
"If you don't do it, it'll put me in a difficult position. If I'm in a difficult position, you won't be better off."
Chu Yanran gave a black-lined smile: "You win."
Under Wang Ziyan's lead, Tang Xiaoyu's group finally had the fortune to tour a cultivation sect's gate.
Seeing the three's wide-eyed expressions, Wang Ziyan felt exceptionally proud.
After arranging lodging for the three, Wang Ziyan left.
The next early morning, the long bell chime reminded everyone to gather at the square.
The inner sect disciples trickled into the square one by one, and were shocked seeing the banners fluttering in the wind around the square.
"What's this? Looks pretty good."
"I don't know either!"
"Don't worry, we'll find out soon."
Just then, a woman's voice rang out across the entire square.
"Hey everyone, please gather according to your signs, don't run around everywhere. The Sect Leaders and Elders will arrive soon."
Wang Ziyan held the newly made microphone, directing order at the scene.
With the arrival of disciples from various major sects, it also signaled the upcoming start of the exchange conference.
After everyone was standing in position, Tang Xiaoyu and Wang Ziyan walked onto the stage.
Tang Xiaoyu was dressed in black robes, his short hair making him look spirited and agile.
Wang Ziyan wore a long white dress, with a simple bun, making her look no longer green, but rather mature beauty.
Wang Ziyan: "Esteemed seniors, fellow disciples."
Tang Xiaoyu: "Ladies and gentlemen."
Together: "Good morning everyone!"
Wang Ziyan: "I'm the host, Ziyan."
Tang Xiaoyu: "I'm the host, Xiaoyu."
Wang Ziyan: "Today's sunshine is bright and beautiful."
Tang Xiaoyu: "Today's golden wind is fresh and pleasant."
............
Wang Ziyan: "Attending today's opening ceremony of the exchange conference, we have the seniors..."
Tang Xiaoyu: "Qingyun Sword Sect's Li Sect Leader, Sky Demon Sect's Lin Sect Leader..."
Wang Ziyan: "Let's welcome the seniors' entrance with warm applause!"
Then, under thunderous applause, the Sect Leaders and Elders of each major sect entered and took their seats.
Tang Xiaoyu: "Next, let's appreciate the Thousands Shadow Sect's dance performance. Welcome!"
With a woman with perfect looks and figure taking the stage, the male disciples below started getting restless.
As the woman started dancing gracefully, the cheers below grew louder and louder.
After that was each sect's performance of their skills and talents: some sword dancing, some zither playing, some demonstrations of mastery.
After ten programs, only the Sky Demon Sect and the Qingyun Sword Sect hadn't showcased anything.
The Sky Demon Sect didn't prepare anything at all. Lin Qingying intended to have Tang Xiaoyu perform on the Sky Demon Sect's behalf from the start.
As a result, she forgot about it.
Wang Ziyan: "Next, please enjoy the song 'Hero's Tear'."
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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!" "......"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
