The young Daoist priest, who was busy preparing the Golden Python Feast, suddenly paused, and then a tremendous aura erupted from his Xiaoxiao body.
"Who goes there? Get your Laozi out here!"
At this moment, Gu Geng stopped pretending to be a child and reverted to his original hoarse and aged voice.
Just now, a strange voice suddenly rang in his mind.
"Ding, the Lying Flat and Giving Up System has been successfully activated. Host, please try your best to lie down and let it go."
He's Gu Geng, an ancient monster who's lived for over six thousand years! How dare anyone tease him? They're practically asking for death.
But after the sound "dinged," there was no further sound, which shocked and intrigued Gu Geng.
"I guess I scared them away!"
He scanned everything within a thousand miles with his Spiritual Sense, but found nothing, and finally dissipated his aura.
He continued fiddling with his golden python meat, frowning.
However, the overwhelming aura that Gu Geng suddenly unleashed had already been Perception by many powerful beings.
Especially the powerful figures in the Fenggu Empire, where Falling Sunset Mountain is located, including the Great Emperor Fenggu.
Falling Sunset Mountain is only seven hundred li away from the Dadu of the Fenggu Empire.
Inside the imperial palace, Great Emperor Fenggu, dressed in Black Robe, stared grimly in the direction of Falling Sunset Mountain.
"Investigate this matter. Whoever it is, once they enter my Fenggu Empire Fenggu Empire, they must abide by its rules. Such Wuji is provocation."
"Your Majesty, the opponent's strength has likely reached the Limit Grandmaster. Provoking him rashly might cause trouble," someone below warned.
"Insolent! This man disregards the laws of the Fenggu Empire. Am I to simply swallow this insult? If so, wouldn't anyone dare to act recklessly within my territory?"
"I have said before that any Grandmaster- level Martial Practitioner enters my territory without my permission is considered to be provoking me."
"Issuing an order for Grand Preceptor Yan to thoroughly investigate this matter; if necessary, the Fenggu Token may be invoked, and those responsible shall be executed without mercy!"
An elderly man exuding a powerful Aura stepped forward from among the ministers, bowed to Emperor Fenggu, and said, "Your subject obeys!"
This Grand Preceptor Yan is one of the Grandmaster of the Fenggu Empire. In fact, the entire Fenggu Empire has six Grandmaster on the surface, but twelve in secret.
Eight of them belong to the Fenggu Empire and are subordinate to Great Emperor Fenggu Great Emperor Fenggu, who himself is a Grandmaster- level expert.
Meanwhile, less than ten miles away from Falling Sunset Mountain, a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old gazed in the direction of Falling Sunset Mountain for a long time, and finally gritted her teeth and headed straight for Falling Sunset Mountain.
She naturally sensed the overwhelming aura that Gu Geng suddenly unleashed.
There are powerful and capable individuals on Falling Sunset Mountain.
Logically speaking, she should have stayed away from Falling Sunset Mountain. Her rashly disturbing this powerful figure had predictable consequences.
She fled her hometown and was hunted for thousands of miles, now she has nowhere to run. This powerful being on Falling Sunset Mountain might be her only chance of survival...
In the real world, Ling Yi looked at the third novel the system had generated, "I Am Invincible and Powerful, Playing the World!", and a smirk involuntarily appeared on his lips.
The novel's title was chosen by the system itself, and it didn't look Gravity at all, so Ling Yi was too lazy to help the system change it.
But that's not the point. The point is that the system still managed to type tens of thousands of words in a short period of time.
After reading these tens of thousands of words, Ling Yi couldn't help but exclaim, "Awesome!"
The system didn't even start with Gu Geng; instead, it wrote about a dozen supporting characters who would soon have interactions with this old monster, Gu Geng.
From Great Emperor Fenggu of the Fenggu Empire, to Yun Qiao'er, a sixteen-year-old girl burdened with a blood feud, to Yan Huohuo, whose cultivation was crippled and whose engagement was broken off, to the thousand-year-old monster Old Man Tengyun Proficiency in divination, and his granddaughter Teng Xiaoya...
Writing about this round of characters would easily take tens of thousands of words.
The subsequent plot could easily revolve around these supporting characters; Gu Geng would only need to make occasional appearances.
"This is amazing! There's even a way to write it like this? System, I want to learn it!"
"Ding, host, this is simply one of your writing styles."
"Nonsense, if it were my writing style, why wouldn't I know it myself?"
"Ding, host, you can understand this as the system having no period of emotional or energy decline."
"That same explanation again? Why do I keep getting the feeling you're implying I'm weak?"
"Bite,..."
The system was speechless and could only respond with a string of ellipses.
Just then, Ling Yi felt his power inexplicably surge threefold. After a moment of stunned silence, he realized that his Mysterious Jade Art had broken through.
At the same time, his brain was forcibly crammed with a massive amount of information.
Suddenly, fishing techniques, a complete guide to flora and fauna, God Grade Woodworking, God Grade Traps, ancient iron-making techniques, the art of butchering an ox, God Grade Culinary Arts skills, and so on appeared.
Ling Yi's previously somewhat chubby figure has transformed like a deflated balloon, going from slightly overweight to a fit man.
In just twenty days, Ling Yi went from a 260-pound fat man to a handsome man with a slender waist and charming eyes. This earth-shattering Changes was so unreal that it seemed like a fake.
"How do you explain this?" Ling Yi looked at himself in the mirror and scratched his head for a moment.
There's no way to explain this scientifically, is there?
The system probably couldn't stand it anymore and gave Ling Yi a "ding"!
"Ding! Reminder to host: You possess supernatural abilities; you are Awakened; your current strength score is over 10,000!"
Upon hearing the system notification, Ling Yi was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh. He'd actually made himself laugh at his own stupidity!
With a thought, Ling Yi's body swelled up a little more.
"From now on, release just a tiny bit of air each day, and the Illusion Technique will be broken after half a month."
Ling Yi himself was both amused and exasperated, but then he realized that the reason he was in this situation was probably because he was not familiar with his own abilities.
Although I don't need to cultivate, I can't stop training my abilities, and I need to find a way to increase my Combat experience.
But how do you get Combat experience?
"System, here's a suggestion: also, please stop ringing. I know you're Wisdom, but are you just burying your head in the sand by constantly ringing?"
{Host, if you want to train your superpowers, you don't need to use powerful techniques. Just apply them to your daily life.}
"For example?" Ling Yi asked thoughtfully.
For example, you can turn hot water into ice water and ice water into hot water; you can control the Gravity around you; you can unleash your Divine Power to Perception the power of nature, and so on.
{Host, you're a novelist, after all. It shouldn't be difficult for you to come up with some micro-level controls yourself.}
Ling Yi nodded. For online novel authors, the ability to generate ideas is comparable to superpowers; as long as they have a clear idea, everything is easy.
However, let's first check the situation on the other side of the Laosan's world. With the advancement of the Mysterious Jade Art, those random things that appeared in his mind were obviously the Laosan's sign-in rewards.
The Laosan and Bai Zhi have been on the island for half a month.
Wait a minute, something doesn't seem right. How did half a month suddenly pass?
Before Ling Yi could ask, the system provided an explanation.
{Host, the Laosan has skipped the plot. The early parts provided enough exciting moments, and since there weren't any particularly outstanding ones in the middle, he's just skipping it.}
"That's a great explanation!"
The most difficult thing to control when writing online novels is the pacing. Too fast or too slow will affect the sense of immersion. Even Ling Yi has been writing novels for ten years, still finds this aspect extremely difficult.
If the rhythm isn't controlled well, it just feels chaotic!
A true master of pacing can captivate readers entirely through their control of the plot's rhythm.
Ling Yi is no good; he simply doesn't have the ability.
This is also the main reason why his writing level doesn't even reach 1.
His novels are basically sustained entirely by their wildly imaginative plots.
The perspective shifts to the Laosan.
Half a month has passed, and the shelter where Laosan and Bai Zhi live has undergone Tilling Changes.
The wooden house that was originally built on a steep slope has now been transformed into a three-story brick and tile building.
Although the bricks and tiles are made of clay, they are the kind of clay bricks that are made and then fired for a day.
Because the temperature cannot rise, it cannot compare to the bricks and tiles on modern construction sites.
Even so, it's sturdy enough.
The Laosan also used traditional cement to smooth the house inside and out, and built a thick wall around it, also made of adobe bricks.
The courtyard was also smoothed out with cement.
Although it's far from a real villa, this doesn't look like Desert Island Survival at all.
At this moment, the Laosan was lying on a recliner in the courtyard, leisurely fanning himself with a palm leaf fan.
Outside the courtyard, a dozen or so Houzi were busy: some were chopping firewood, some were mixing mud, some were shaping mud bricks, and others were putting the dried mud bricks into the kiln.
This is basically a brick-making assembly line, except the workers are Houzi instead.
In the distance, a dozen or so wild boars were lined up, carrying firewood back.
In the room on the second floor, Bai Zhi was weaving cloth on a spinning wheel. Occasionally, she would grab a piece of dried meat and put it in her mouth, eating while spinning the wheel.
Ling Yi was dumbfounded. He really wanted to ask, " Those Laosan are at this level, is this still considered Desert Island Survival?"
Or rather, now that things have come to this, how should the plot develop?
"System, isn't this plot completely off?"
{Host, please note that the plot development is not under our control; it is entirely based on the will of the Laosan. Don't forget, this is a real world; the system is merely recording the Laosan's experiences through artistic means.}
Therefore, there's no issue of plot collapse; as long as the Laosan protagonist remains the Protagonist bound to the system, the story can continue.
"But it still crashed! You call this ' Desert Island Survival '? That's completely off-topic!"
{That depends on how the plot is artistically adapted. Please trust the system; it has the final say on whether the story is faithful to the original or not.}
At this moment, the Laosan, who had been sitting in the recliner, suddenly sat up straight, looked at the distant sky, and had a somewhat solemn expression.
"The world is about to change!" the Laosan murmured.
The drone hovering above the Laosan's head also pointed its camera at the distant sky.
In the scene, it's as if a pitch-black curtain has been drawn from the horizon of the Dahai, as if it's about to cover the entire sky.