"Boy, spare your master."
"You have already formed nine hundred and ninety-nine golden cores within your body, and you have tormented your master for three whole years. Haven't you always wanted the Xuanyuan Sword? Here you go!"
Kunlun Mountain, atop its summit.
Several people were lying haphazardly.
Everyone was beaten black and blue, covered in dirt.
An old man with bruises around his eyes and a white beard tremblingly pulled a three-foot-long sword from his pocket. The surface of the sword was engraved with various mysterious runes and exuded a chilling murderous aura.
Beside him, another old man in black robes had his arm broken and twisted in a bizarre shape, like a pretzel. He endured the pain and pulled out a dark token from his robes.
“My disciple, have mercy.”
"My old arms and legs can't take your abuse anymore. This is the token of the King of Pretendiness, Chen Beixuan. Seeing the token is like seeing the King of Pretendiness himself. Who would dare not give you face!"
A fat old man with a big bump on his head, squinting like a nouveau riche, took out a bank card and begged with snot and tears streaming down his face.
"Disciple, the bank card I'm giving you is called the Heavenly Dragon Supreme Card. It's accepted by all major banks in the world, and you can't spend all the money in it. Those scumbags on the global rich list, like oil tycoons, internet giants, and financial magnates, are actually managing my businesses. The largest Heavenly Dragon Chamber of Commerce in China was founded by me, and I'll be handing it over to you to manage from now on."
"And this Heavenly Dragon Ring, symbolizing my status as the guild leader, is also for you. I only beg you to spare your master, sob sob..."
In the end, she even hugged Ye Feng's leg and cried.
A middle-aged man dressed in an exotic-style robe, with a somewhat melancholy expression, had one leg broken off, which looked like a scorpion's tail sticking up high. He took off the pendant from his neck and stuffed it into Ye Feng's hand.
"Ye Feng, this is the Papal Key, the legendary key to heaven. It can mobilize the Vatican's 300,000-strong army anytime, anywhere, to help you conquer the world!"
"Please, please come down the mountain quickly."
Another elderly man in white, whose nose was broken, looked like a hermit, and tremblingly took out a long box.
"Xiao Feng, this is the Taiyi Golden Needle, which can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. It is also a symbol of my status as the Valley Master of the Divine Doctor Valley. With this needle, you can command the entire Divine Doctor Valley. You will then be the supreme divine doctor in the world. I will now pass it on to you."
Beside them stood a cold and beautiful woman, with a heroic air and a chilling murderous aura in her eyes. She was the only one who hadn't been beaten today.
She handed Ye Feng a black token with a black dragon engraved on its surface.
"Xiao Feng, this is the token of the Dragon Soul Hall Master. I am entrusting the Divine Dragon Hall, which I founded, to you. This is one of the most elite forces in the Great Xia Dynasty."
"Also, after you go down the mountain, use the same energy you used to torment us on your seven senior sisters. They are all as beautiful as flowers, hehe."
Master Qi laughed so hard he was shaking.
"Hua Wuque, you never get plastic surgery, you've corrupted Xiaofeng. If that person finds out, he'll give you a good beating."
A hint of apprehension flashed in Hua Wuque's eyes, and he smiled somewhat awkwardly.
"Isn't she still in seclusion?"
"In short, Xiaofeng, your cultivation level has long surpassed that of the rest of us."
"Yes, your teachers are all old and can't beat you anymore."
"You should be kind to others. Don't you feel any remorse for tormenting your masters every day?"
"Please have some compassion and let us go."
"You should just be a decent human being."
Several people surrounded Ye Feng, pleading with him earnestly, almost kneeling down to him. Anyone who didn't know better would think they were debt collectors.
Ye Feng's lips twitched.
If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for being too abnormal.
Other cultivators at the Golden Core stage can only form one Golden Core.
But he actually produced nine hundred and ninety-nine golden pills one after another.
What else could this be but a freak?
Suddenly, a carrier pigeon fluttered through the towering mountains and came flying over.
The seventh master, that aloof and beautiful woman, reached out her slender hand and caught the carrier pigeon from a distance. She pulled out a small cylinder from its leg, inside which was a note. After opening it, her expression changed slightly, and she looked at Ye Feng beside her.
"Xiaofeng, news just came from down the mountain that your sister is trapped at the Golden Dragon Auction House in the East China Sea. The situation is urgent. Hurry down the mountain to rescue her."
younger sister!
Ye Feng was taken aback. He had been cultivating on the mountain for ten years, but he never expected that his sister was still alive.
This news excited him greatly.
"Thank you, Seventh Master. I'll head down the mountain now."
Before leaving, Ye Feng knelt down and respectfully kowtowed three times to his six masters. Then, he conjured a golden light and vanished in an instant.
We hadn't gone far when firecrackers went off and drums blared behind us, as if we were celebrating liberation. We could also faintly hear the cheers of several masters.
"Great, at least I don't have to fetch water to wash this brat's feet anymore."
"I don't have to clean the latrine for him anymore."
"From now on, we don't need to massage his back and legs anymore."
"We are completely liberated."
At the mountaintop, several masters wept with joy, almost bursting into tears.
Ye Feng didn't bother to care about any of that.
He dreams of going back to Haidong.
The reason I waited until now was simply to maximize my cultivation level.
Ten years ago.
The Ye family was brutally murdered.
The entire family of 325 people was murdered, regardless of gender or age.
Before his death, his father desperately pushed him out of the fire.
'Xiaofeng, run!'
'Leave Haidong, and never come back...'
Ye Feng was just a twelve-year-old boy at the time, and he stumbled and fell as he escaped.
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