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Above Ten Thousand People

Yi Feng, the protagonist, transmigrates into a new world and gains a powerful "golden finger" in the form of a martial arts academy. However, despite his best efforts and the help of a system, he is unable to make any progress in his cultivation. Nonetheless, he becomes a master of the martial arts and is able to teach others, even though he cannot advance himself. Yi Feng accepts his fate and focuses on running his martial arts academy, selling his hand-drawn martial arts techniques to make a living. While he cannot cultivate to become a powerful martial artist himself, he encounters many cultivators and even helps some of them along their own paths. As the story progresses, Yi Feng finds himself embroiled in the conflicts of the martial world and eventually discovers his true identity as a peerless martial god. With his newfound power, he sets out to protect his loved ones and bring justice to the world. The story combines elements of martial arts, fantasy, and cultivation, with Yi Feng as a relatable protagonist who must find his place in a world of powerful martial artists. [PS: The original work is by 风凌北. please visit their original work to show appreciation, Thank you.]

DaoistAutumn_rain · Kỳ huyễn
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70 Chs

Something's Wrong

"This dilapidated martial arts hall lacks even a name. Predictably, it's nothing more than rubbish," Jing Wuchen remarked as he strolled towards the martial arts hall.

Suddenly, he halted.

His attention fixated on the sole word adorning the plaque.

"Wu?"

A frown creased his brow, an intuition suggesting the plaque concealed something. Despite careful observation, he found nothing.

He couldn't help but sneer.

A wave of his hand unleashed a burst of energy towards the "Wu" character on the plaque.

Without glancing back, he entered the martial arts hall. Due to the damaged plaque, destruction was the inevitable outcome of his methods.

Unbeknownst to him, his burst of energy not only failed to harm the "Wu" character but left no trace at all.

Upon entering the front hall, Wuchen attempted to destroy it with a forceful palm strike. To his surprise, there was no response. Instead, the eighteen pictures adorning the walls emitted dazzling light.

Without delay, knives, spears, swords, halberds... eighteen weapons materialized above his head, exuding a destructive aura that enveloped him.

Wuchen's initially sickly complexion changed drastically under the pressure, his face turning as white as paper.

He realized he was facing a life-threatening crisis.

Abandoning his earlier frivolity, he didn't dare to be careless. Almost instantly, he retrieved the Shaking Heaven Stone given to him by Xuanwu Patriarch.

The moment the Shaking Heaven Stone appeared, it emitted a dazzling light.

However, in an instant, under the pressure of the eighteen weapons, it dimmed, losing all its brilliance.

"What?"

Wuchen was shocked, with no means of resistance left. He could only watch as the eighteen weapons descended upon him, drawing closer.

In the blink of an eye, amid the flickering of electric light, the eighteen weapons intersected, and Wuchen could barely let out a miserable scream. He disintegrated, leaving only the Shaking Heaven Stone with a "clatter," falling to the ground.

"What was that sound?"

Yi Feng, who was about to doze off, jolted awake at the noise and sat up.