"Damn it!"
"Ginger is still spicy when it gets old!"
Seeing Old Wang’s appearance, Wu Yonghong and Zhu Rou Rong’s eyeballs were about to fall out.
The next moment, without saying a word, Zhu Rou Rong clasped his legs together, clenched his teeth and bit his lower lip, and gripped the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands.
He squeezed out a panicked look and screamed, "I, I'm so scared, help, I'm just an ordinary person, why are you doing this to me, don't do this to me!"
"As expected of someone who has lived around the master for so long, we still have a long way to go!" Seeing Lao Wangtou and Zhu Rou Rong, Wu Yonghong sighed and waved his sword to run away.
"Help, I can't beat them, come and save me quickly!"
While running, he also fell headlong to the ground, rolling over in panic.
After looking around, apart from Zhu Rou Rong, Lao Wangtou and the others, the dog was also hiding behind that woman, and even the black-robed master was shivering under the carriage. The only ones left were Chu Kuangshi and Sun Zhuge, who looked at each other.
"Us?"
Nodding in unison, they also became flustered.
In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with wailing.
This went on for a full minute.
"Buzz!"
Finally, a sword cry came from the carriage, and a green-clothed figure swept out.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
After she came out, Lao Wangtou, Zhu Rou Rong and the others who were originally being chased began to turn the tables.
These bandits were like cutting leeks in the hands of the green-clothed woman, falling down one by one.
"Woo woo woo, female hero, I was wrong."
Seeing all his men dead, bandit leader Kuang Gang knelt down with a thud.
"Heroine, spare my life, I have an eighty year old mother above me, and a yellow-mouthed child below me. Be merciful and let me go. Killing me would dirty your hands..."
Before his voice trailed off, a flash of light swept past and Kuang Gang's head flew high into the air.
Only then did the green-clothed woman sheathe her sword.
She looked around at the trembling Yi Feng and others, and shook her head.
Ordinary people are ordinary people after all!
"Alright, stop shouting."
She glared at Lao Wangtou and Zhu Rourong, who were curled up and shivering behind the wheel, and said impatiently.
At the side, Yi Feng also walked over with his face full of sweat.
"Miss is really powerful!"
Yi Feng held his fist.
"Enough with the flattery!" The green-clothed woman said in a rather teaching tone: "I really don't know how you bunch of people can be so bold, with just a few of you daring to go from Pingjiang City to Nansha. You're really impetuous calves not afraid of tigers!"
Yi Feng's face was embarrassed.
This was his first time going out, he didn't know it was so dangerous.
"However, you guys are really lucky. In this situation, not only did you not lose anyone, but no one is missing any limbs either."
"Especially you."
As she spoke, the green-clothed woman turned her gaze to Old Wang.
Because within the radius of Old Wang's butt on the ground, there were hundreds of knife marks, but none of them managed to hit Old Wang.
After the accident, everyone got back on the road.
"Judging by your age, you should be quite young, right?" the green-clothed woman asked Yi Feng in the carriage.
"Yes, quite young!"
Yi Feng nodded.
"I'm very curious why you ordinary people don't cultivate?"
The green-clothed woman mocked, "If you had cultivated a little today, you wouldn't have been in such a sorry state. Fortunately you guys got lucky and met me going the same way, otherwise I don't know if your luck would have lasted!"
Upon hearing this, Yi Feng's face stiffened.
This woman really knew how to poke the wounds.
If he could cultivate, would he have not cultivated?
Back then, he had also tried to join Qingshan Gate, but his lack of talent directly caused Qingshan Gate's talent testing stone to fail.
"Cough!"
Beside him, Old Wang gave a heavy cough and looked at the green-clothed woman, "Miss, may I ask you to shut up!"
Traces of evil aura emanated from Old Wang's eyes.
This woman really had no tact, she actually provoked the master's displeasure. Fortunately, the master was not angry, otherwise everyone would be punished.
The green-clothed woman was stunned by Old Wang's words, and her face turned pale with shock.
But when she looked at Old Wang again, she found that he was still an ordinary old man. No matter how she observed him, he seemed just a plain old man.
"An illusion?"
The green-clothed woman shook her head, then didn't take this to heart or say anything more to Yi Feng and Old Wang.
As the saying goes, ordinary people are ordinary people after all. If they really had the ambition, they wouldn't be in this state.
Let it be.
They were just temporary traveling companions to begin with.
At this moment, Old Wang's turbid eyes suddenly moved.
He looked towards Yi Feng and saw that Yi Feng still had a plain expression. Only then did Old Wang resume his ordinary demeanor.
Much later, the green-clothed woman who had her eyes closed in meditation suddenly changed her expression. She quickly stood up with her sword drawn and swept out of the carriage.
"What's wrong, so jumpy!"
Yi Feng also quickly lifted the curtain to see a blade light chopping down from above. The green-clothed woman's long sword had just met this blade.
"Boom!"
The collision of blades immediately produced a crisp sonic boom.
The blade light shattered. The green-clothed woman also turned back to the carriage, her eyes solemn as she looked into the distance.
Behind the blade light, two figures strode through the air and stopped in front of the convoy, hovering in midair. Their murderous gazes were fixed on the green-clothed woman.
"Li Yihan, I've finally found you."
The leading man revealed a cold smile and said heavily.
"Ye Mingyue, Han Xingfan, the Night Cold Twin Evils, so it's you two who personally came after me!"
The green-clothed woman's face turned pale as she clenched her red lips, full of unwillingness.
Then she turned her head towards the carriage behind and said, "Everyone, these two are Martial King masters. I'm afraid I can't go on. But I'll try my best to cover your escape."
"Remember, before I fall, run as far as you can. Because these two are extremely ruthless. Once they catch up with you, they will definitely not let you go."
As she spoke, the green-clothed woman moved her long sword and took the initiative to welcome the Night Cold Twin Evils.
Immediately, sonic booms rang out continuously in midair.
But it was clear to anyone that the green-clothed woman was no match for the Night Cold Twin Evils at all. In less than a moment, her chest was slapped and she fell to the ground.
"What are you still dazing around for, hurry up and go!"
Seeing Yi Feng and the others still dazed in place, she yelled and stamped the ground with her foot, gritted her teeth and charged up again with her sword.
"Master, what about us?"
Seeing this, Old Wangtou, Zhu Rourong and the others all looked towards Yi Feng.
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.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.
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."
