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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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Trouble knocking on the door

On the wide dirt road, a black-clothed youth had difficulty walking while covered in sweat. The youth’s every step was like a heavy object falling on the ground, heavily smashing the ground and kicking up a wave of dust.

Looking close-up, one could see that on the back of the black-clothed youth was actually an incredibly massive black greatsword. The greatsword didn’t have a blade nor a tip and its length had virtually surpassed the youth’s height.

This strange combination had made the many bystanders in the city square all unable to help but cast gazes of curiosity at him.

Beside the black-clothed youth, a green-robed youthful scholar walked side-by-side with him. A child only four or five years old walked energetically in front, occasionally turning his head and looking at the black-clothed youth.

The expression on the faces of the green-robed scholar and the child were both strange, wanting to smile yet not daring to do so.