Ye Feng stood alone at the edge of the Rogue Training Field, a forbidden zone outside the sect's inner walls. The sky overhead was dark and churning. Rumors said this place was once a battlefield of ancient cultivators, now left to rot and rage in silence.
He flexed his palm.
A flicker of hellish fire danced across it.
[Skill: Hellfire Palm (Lv. 1)]
Status: ReadyBurn Duration: 5 secondsWarning: Use with caution. You only have one body.
Ye Feng grinned. "One is enough."
A massive boulder lay in front of him.
He gathered his qi, fire crackling along his forearm, then thrust forward.
BOOOM!!
The boulder shattered—molten cracks running deep as if it had exploded from the inside.
[Skill Proficiency +10%] [System: That rock felt it. All the way to hell.]
Ye Feng exhaled. "So this is ancient flame…"
But just as he turned to leave—
Whssh!Clink!Fwip!
A dozen masked figures dropped silently around him in a circular formation. Black robes. Cold killing intent.
"Ye Feng," one of them said. "You opened the Scroll of Forgotten Might. Now you must die."
[System Alert: Life-threatening danger detected. Want to monologue first or slap them immediately?]▸ Slap. ▸ Burn. ▸ Mock. ▸ All of the above.
Ye Feng: "All of the above."
He raised both palms. "You came for fire?"
The hellfire erupted, spiraling into two crimson dragons around his arms.
"Then burn with me!"
Combat Mode Activated!
[Enemies Detected: 12] [New Title Gained: Crimson Blaze Initiate]
Boosts Flame Arts by 10% in group battles.Adds 5% chance to ignite enemy emotions: fear, rage, or despair.
[Combo Skill: Hellfire Palm + Slap Returner = "Blazing Rebuttal" Unlocked!]
Burn + Counter + Crowd = Style points + Reputation Boost
The first attacker lunged—Ye Feng caught his wrist, spun, and slapped his face with a burning palm.
SLAAAAP!
The man flew across the field, screaming.
Another rushed—Ye Feng ducked under, flipped him with a foot sweep, and ignited his robes with a snap of his fingers.
+60 EXP +25 Reputation +1 Infamy [Mockery Multiplier Triggered]
Ye Feng (grinning): "Is this a cult? Or a cosplay club?"
Half the masked enemies hesitated. One even took a step back.
Then, from the shadows, a masked leader stepped forth.
Her voice? Female. Cold. Familiar.
"You were not supposed to survive. This fire… doesn't belong to you."
Ye Feng raised a brow. "Funny. It didn't say your name when it lit up my hand."
She lunged. Their palms collided.
BOOOOM!!
A shockwave burst across the field.
They flew apart—Ye Feng staggered back, coughing smoke.
The woman tore off her mask—revealing a face he didn't expect.
"…You?"
[System Shock: Host just unlocked a Plot Twist.]
Identity Match: Li Xiuying — Former Flame Sect descendant. Presumed dead.Current Mood: Complicated.
Ye Feng's thoughts raced. "She's supposed to be…"
Li Xiuying's eyes trembled. "The scroll chose you. But why?!"
[System: Good question. Let's answer it with more violence or… a heart-to-heart?]▸ Fight ▸ Talk ▸ Flirt ▸ All of the above