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History's Number 1 Founder

Lin Feng travelled through worlds and even obtained an overpowered system, but he still faces a pressure as huge as a mountain. System's main quest: Lin Feng is to create a school; establish history’s number 1 sect and Lin Feng himself to become the number 1 founder. To become history’s number 1 founder, Lin Feng started to work hard. “Your name is Shi Tianhao? Natural born sovereign roots but it was stolen by your cousin? Now being raised in a little village your father placed you in? Come come come, follow your master and we’ll let those people know that justice that is owed must be returned!” “Your name is Xiao Yan? A genius of the past but a loser now? Even your fiance came over to humiliate you by asking for a divorce? Come come come, follow your master and we’ll let that brat know the meaning of: don’t bully a youngster just because he’s poor!” “Your name is Zhu Yi? The son of a marquis but you’re being suppressed by your father? Your mother was a saint but she was assassinated? Come come come, follow your master and we’ll let your dad know the meaning how problems can be solved with your fists...no, with reasoning!"

August Eagle · Eastern
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Prosperous Yin and Lackluster Yang, Lone Soul!

Editor: Sparrow Translations

Under the scrutiny of everyone, Li Yuanfang and Luo Qingwu stood outside the Grand Heavens Pavilion and awaited quietly.

Regarding the looks of others, the two of them did not notice. Li Yuanfang did not bother for real, while Luo Qingwu was engrossed in happiness and did not take much notice to anything else.

At this point, the door of the Grand Heavens Pavilion opened and a voice resonated in Li Yuanfang’s and Luo Qingwu’s head. "Come in."

The voice was calm and peaceful and carried a hint of warmth. It was Lin Feng’s voice.

Li Yuanfang bowed respectfully and walked in. Luo Qingwu regained her awareness too and bowed towards him, following behind Li Yuanfang.

On the main seat in the Grand Heavens Pavilion, a youth in purple robe sat on his knees and seemed at ease. He was not serious, but carried his own aura of might.