"Hmm!"
The old man nodded his head solemnly.
Hearing the old man's confirmation, Sky Devouring Emperor was stunned.
He couldn't believe that his most useless son could become the savior of his Sky Devouring Wolf clan.
No matter how he thought about it, he didn't believe it.
For a moment, the more he looked at this old man who had been in seclusion for hundreds of years, the more he seemed like a swindler who had tricked the Sky Devouring Emperor, which made him furious.
"Cut the crap, you old geezer spouting nonsense!"
With a loud scolding, a slap followed on the old man's bald head, knocking the old man to the ground.
"Sky Devouring Emperor, what are you doing?"
The old man trembled on the ground, looking at Sky Devouring Emperor angrily.
"What am I doing? You old swindler even tricked me, and you still ask what I'm doing?" Sky Devouring Emperor stepped on the old man's back contemptuously and said, "You said you wanted to fool me, couldn't you come up with a better story? Everyone in the entire Sky Devouring Wolf clan knows that my third son Ao Qing is the most useless. Yet you say he's the savior of the Sky Devouring Wolves. Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"You...you're confused!"
The old man shouted in frustration while lying on the ground, "I didn't lie to you!"
"Still being stubborn?"
Sky Devouring Emperor kicked again and said heavily, "Yes, my third son did ruin Ao Qingcheng and the Red Sun clan's conspiracy, but the current situation is not something he can solve with a spear. I really thought you had some divination skills, but now I see you're no different from my muddle-headed old father, both damn swindlers!"
"You, you, you... If you don't believe me, you will doom the entire imperial clan. You will become a sinner of the Sky Devouring Wolf clan!" The old man angrily pointed at Sky Devouring Emperor and shouted.
"Humph, old thing, if I had really believed you, I would have truly harmed the Sky Devouring Wolf clan!"
Sky Devouring Emperor kicked again, then waved his hand and shouted, "Come, take him to the dungeon!"
The old man trembled, his old face flushed with anger, "Sky Devouring Emperor, one day you will come back to apologize to me, you will regret it!"
Sky Devouring Emperor snorted contemptuously, sat back down and pondered the current civil war, painstakingly trying to come up with a strategy.
At this time, Sky Devouring Emperor's attendant butler came over and said, "Wolf Emperor, you can't disregard Gold Elder's words! Or call the Third Prince back first?"
"Humph, what's credible about that old guy's words?" Sky Devouring Emperor said angrily.
The butler sighed and said again, "Even if the Wolf Emperor doesn't believe him, I still think it's necessary to call the Third Prince back. After all, this is his home. With such a big incident occurring, he can't just stand idly by!"
"Alright alright, I'll leave this matter to you!"
Sky Devouring Emperor impatiently waved his hand, not even bothering with what the old butler was saying. His thoughts were completely immersed in the current civil war, racking his brains for a strategy.
Upon hearing this, the old butler nodded and slowly withdrew.
Martial Arts Hall.
Yi Feng held a writing brush and looked at the characters on the rice paper quite proudly, nodding his head.
As for the guitar he was holding before, it had been days since he last picked it up.
Because after drinking that day, his musical skills directly reached the realm of comparing with the gods. This pleasant surprise also gave Yi Feng some experience. Apart from needing to practice different styles, reaching that artistic conception was the key to improvement.
So currently, as Yi Feng practiced calligraphy, he had basically written all the different styles from his previous life, and progress was indeed much more effective with this experience.
However, artistic conception was a fleeting thing, and Yi Feng didn't have many ways to pursue it.
But Yi Feng was not in a hurry either. After all, he already had two of the four skills of zither, chess, calligraphy and painting at the level of comparing with the gods. It would be easy to improve the remaining calligraphy and chess skills, since he already had high attainment in them from before.
"Ding, new system task:"
"Raise cooking, wine-making, tea skills, and carving to the realm of comparing with the gods."
"Task reward: gain halo!"
"Failure penalty: take back martial arts hall!"
Again?
Hearing the voice in his head, Yi Feng's expression immediately darkened.
This broken system really wouldn't let him rest, wanting him to comprehensively learn all these random skills!
But that task reward "halo" did catch his attention.
"Just what is this halo?"
"What effect does it have?"
Yi Feng scratched his head with a frown.
Due to the shadow cast by the first time, when the so-called reward of a peerless expert ended up being a broken skull, he had developed an aversion to the system, and didn't have any expectations for something like a mount either.
But this time, the halo sounded different!
It actually made him have a glimmer of anticipation again.
"Check progress:"
"Cooking: Back to Basics"
"Wine-making: Budding Talent"
"Tea skills: Consummate"
"Carving: Blank Slate"
Looking at these proficiency levels, Yi Feng nodded. As expected, the proficiency was the same as before - as long as he had done it in his past life, he could accumulate proficiency and directly obtain the corresponding level.
"Then it looks like I'll be cooking every day from now on."
"Just don't know what kind of reward this halo is, we'll have to wait and see!"
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?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
