Even though Li Renhao was extremely unwilling, under the coercion of Li Jiaxin and Xu Mo Zhu, she had no choice but to follow the two towards the direction they came from.
"This direction seems to be where he was before."
As their bodies swept over the forest canopy, Li Renhao's shapely eyebrows twitched, and her bright eyes swept over the surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of that familiar figure.
However, among the verdant trees, not a shadow could be found.
Her eyes inevitably grew dim.
It wasn't that she had any feelings for this mortal, but this mortal had repeatedly come through the monster-infested mountains unscathed, which gave her an tremendous shock.
"We're here."
"That senior is just ahead."
At that moment, Li Jiaxin's excited voice came from the front.
However, Li Renhao's mind was completely not on it. She didn't even glance in the direction they mentioned, still observing her surroundings, trying to find that figure.
The three landed on the ground and walked towards Yi Feng.
"Renhao, remember, this senior's strength is unparalleled, but his state of mind has long reached the realm of returning to simplicity. He even calls himself a mortal, so we must not offend him!" Li Jiaxin reminded.
As she spoke, the three had arrived not far from Yi Feng.
Yi Feng also saw the three of them. Putting down his guitar, he looked at them with a faint smile.
However, Li Renhao was still distracted.
Unwilling to give up, she looked around once more before reluctantly glancing in the direction Li Jiaxin mentioned.
Suddenly!
Her footsteps shuddered!
At the same time, her red lips parted slightly, and her bright eyes were filled with incredulity.
This face.
This visage.
This familiar figure...
"Auntie, is this the senior you spoke of?"
Li Renhao was stunned for a long time before reacting incredulously.
"Renhao, what are you talking about? Don't be rude! Hurry and greet the master." Li Jiaxin scolded anxiously.
But it seemed like Li Renhao didn't hear Li Jiaxin's words. She was still in shock at the incredible thing before her eyes, unable to recover.
She never imagined that the super expert Li Jiaxin and Xu Mo Zhu spoke of would be the mortal she met in the mountains.
But.
He clearly didn't have any cultivation, so how could he be a super expert?
For a moment, Li Renhao felt her mind go blank!
Seeing Li Renhao act strangely, Li Jiaxin frowned and asked, "Renhao, what's going on with you?"
"Auntie, could you have gotten the wrong person?"
Finally, Li Renhao bit her red lips, her expression complicated as she spoke, "Is he really the senior you spoke of?"
"What do you mean by that?" Xu Mo Zhu walked over with a frown.
"He's the mortal I told you about!" Li Renhao furrowed her shapely eyebrows and explained, "But now you're calling him an expert. Are you sure you didn't get it wrong?"
"What?"
Hearing this, Li Jiaxin and Xu Mo Zhu were stunned on the spot.
They never imagined that the senior they spoke of turned out to be the mortal Li Renhao mentioned.
What a coincidence!
But they reacted instantly. They were certain that Li Renhao, this silly girl, simply didn't have the insight to recognize this person's terror.
"Oh you silly girl, how can you be so muddleheaded." Li Jiaxin hurriedly scolded, "It's not that your auntie and master saw the wrong person, it's that your abilities are too low to discern this person's depth."
Li Renhao frowned.
She still found this hard to believe. It felt too far-fetched.
She had interacted with Yi Feng more than once. No matter how she looked, he was just an ordinary mortal. How did he suddenly become an expert?
"If you don't believe, look at the tree trunk. See anything unusual?" Li Jiaxin hinted with a look.
Li Renhao raised her chin slightly and glanced at the tree trunk.
"A tortoise. What's wrong with that?"
Li Renhao was not surprised, since she had seen this tortoise before, always carried by Yi Feng.
"You silly girl, how can you be so dense this time?" Xu Mo Zhu shouted in exasperation next to her. "Concentrate your inner energy and take another good look. What is that tortoise really?"
Li Renhao wrinkled her brows, rather unwillingly gathered her inner energy, surrounding her eyes, and indifferently looked towards the tortoise.
It seemed...a little unusual?
She could not help but put away her casual attitude, and looked closely.
At this look, she finally saw the tortoise's secret. She was stunned in place, her mind struck by lightning!
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?!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.”
