Zhao Wuji let out a roar like a dying beast.
Driven by the instinct of agonizing pain, he frantically unleashed all the spiritual energy in his body in an attempt to suppress that wicked fire.
However.
At the very moment he released his spiritual energy without reservation!
The Heavenly Demon aura within his Golden Core, forcibly ignited by the Great Sun True Fire, broke out like a breached dam, impossible to conceal any longer, and poured out madly!
The Heavenly Punishment Peak's Main Hall, originally floating with immortal qi and thousands of auspicious rays.
Instantly surged with demonic energy!
Under Zhao Wuji's aged skin, black demonic patterns twisting like centipedes even began to surface!
And the most fatal part was.
This burst of pure Heavenly Demon energy from his body resonated in an extremely terrifying "homologous resonance" with the Heavenly Demon remnant soul inside the nearby blood avatar corpse!
The demonic energy on the corpse and the demonic energy on his body reflected each other, turning into pillars of black light that shot straight into the clouds.
Irrefutable proof!
"He... The Grand Elder has really fallen to the demonic path?!"
"That corpse is his avatar! He is using his own essence blood to feed a Heavenly Demon!"
"A demonic cultivator! The Grand Elder is a demonic cultivator!"
After a brief, deathly silence, the entire dao arena completely exploded.
The gazes of thousands of disciples looking at Zhao Wuji shifted instantly from god-like reverence to extreme terror and disdain.
In this righteous sect, raising a Heavenly Demon was an absolutely unpardonable crime punishable by death!
"Insolent!"
Just at the moment the situation was about to spiral completely out of control.
Liu Yunzi, the Sect Master of the Luoyun Sect who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, finally made his move.
His refined face was covered in extreme grief and disbelief.
With a flash of his figure, Liu Yunzi appeared in front of Zhao Wuji as if teleporting.
"Junior brother... you have disappointed me too much!"
Liu Yunzi's voice echoed through the clouds, every word weeping blood, heartbroken.
"To break through to the Nascent Soul realm, you actually entered the demonic path and raised a Heavenly Demon! Where do you place the sect's eternal foundation?!"
Before his voice faded.
Liu Yunzi struck out like lightning, his broad sleeves bringing up an overwhelming, righteous aura.
With one palm, he ruthlessly struck Zhao Wuji's dantian!
"Pfft——!"
Zhao Wuji wildly spat out another mouthful of black blood, his entire body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
"Ugh... ugh..."
Zhao Wuji collapsed in a pool of blood, his hands tightly clutching his dantian.
His eyes were bloodshot, and a leaky "hissing" sound came from his throat as he stared fixedly at his senior brother, whose face was full of grief.
Looking at the thousands of murderous eyes below the stage, Zhao Wuji knew that his century of plotting had been completely crushed.
Staying here meant only death!
Or being subjected to soul searching, a fate worse than death!
"Roar——!"
Zhao Wuji violently bit the tip of his tongue, not hesitating to burn his essence blood.
"Blood Demon Disintegration Art!"
Bang!
His physical body instantly exploded into an extremely dense cloud of blood mist, transforming into a blood-colored lightning bolt of extreme speed.
In order to escape for his life, he even recklessly crashed into several elite inner sect disciples blocking the way!
"Ah!"
Several disciples were directly smashed into a bloody mist by this violent blood qi.
"Vile spawn! Do not flee!"
Liu Yunzi shouted angrily, seemingly unleashing an earth-shattering divine ability to intercept him.
But that sword qi, capable of tearing through the void, was "just right" in being half a beat too slow, merely brushing past Zhao Wuji's scalp.
"Swoosh——"
Like a stray dog, Zhao Wuji miserably fled the Luoyun Sect.
The entire audience was dead silent.
Everyone was completely awed by this shocking and sudden turn of events.
Liu Yunzi withdrew his hand, looking in the direction Zhao Wuji fled, and let out a long sigh.
That refined face was full of the vicissitudes and sorrow of a sect's misfortune.
"Pass down my order."
Liu Yunzi turned around, his voice majestic, echoing through the clouds.
"Zhao Wuji colluded with the demonic path and murdered fellow disciples; his crimes are unpardonable. From this day forth, he is stripped of his position as Grand Elder and is wanted by the entire sect, dead or alive!"
"In addition, Elder Shen Qingyue has merit in suppressing the eye of the Mirror Moon Cold Lake array, preserving our sect's foundation."
"She is awarded ten thousand spirit stones, an Earth-rank cultivation method, and is permitted to cultivate in seclusion in the Spirit Herb Garden for three months."
Gu Yang's eyes were icy.
Ding! Detected that the host, under limited intelligence, saw through and crushed an unknown crisis (Blood Soul Silk-Pulling Gu, Heavenly Demon Remnant Soul Self-Destruction) using his own abilities.
This interception rating has jumped from 'Purple' to 'Gold'!
Calculating excess rewards... Rewarding 100 Destiny Points!
Remaining Destiny Points: 220
...
Outside the Luoyun Sect, in a dark, dense forest.
The night wind was chilling, and a strong stench of blood permeated the air.
"Thump!"
A mangled mass of flesh and blood smashed heavily onto the dirt covered in dead leaves.
Zhao Wuji revealed his figure.
His appearance at this moment was tragic to the extreme.
His entire body was covered in blackened scorch marks burned by the Great Sun True Fire, his dantian was sealed, and his cultivation had plummeted to below the Foundation Establishment stage.
"Liu Yunzi... Shen Qingyue!"
Zhao Wuji rolled in the mud like a maggot, leaky, shrill curses coming from his throat.
"Wait until I... wait until I find the protection of the Blood River Sect... I will definitely make you wish you were dead!"
Dragging his ruined body, he desperately tried to crawl deeper into the dense forest.
As long as he escaped this area, as long as he survived...
"Where do you think you're going?"
An extremely charming and bone-deep, yet chillingly cold voice abruptly sounded in the darkness.
Zhao Wuji's body stiffened.
He looked up in terror.
Under an ancient tree ahead stood a breathtakingly beautiful woman wearing coarse gray robes, appearing at some unknown time.
Although she wore the lowest grade of servant clothing, that natural, top-tier mature charm, along with the terrifying pressure of the late-stage Core Formation realm, pressed down on him like a massive mountain.
"Who... who are you?!"
Zhao Wuji roared in despair.
Zhao Yuelian did not answer.
Her clear autumn-water eyes were filled with extreme disgust.
Just half an incense stick of time ago, Gu Yang used the intelligence system to extremely accurately predict Zhao Wuji's final landing spot after his blood escape.
And had her wait here in advance.
"The Young Master said, the sky of this Luoyun Sect must be kept absolutely clean."
Zhao Yuelian coldly raised her cold, jade-white right hand.
"Crack!"
An extremely cold, dark ice blade pierced out from underground without warning, directly freezing and shattering Zhao Wuji's ruined body, along with his final venomous resentment!
The dignified Grand Elder of the Luoyun Sect died just like that, silently, in a patch of unknown mud.
Not even a trace of a remnant soul was left behind.
Stowing away the storage bag.
Having finished all this, Zhao Yuelian's figure flickered and faded back into the darkness.
...
A few breaths later.
In the previously empty, dark dense forest, a light breeze blew past.
Liu Yunzi, clad in a refined green shirt, slowly stepped out from the shadows.
He lowered his head, looking at the puddle of crushed ice and rotting flesh that belonged to Zhao Wuji on the ground.
On that face, which was always compassionate and heartbroken for the righteous cause of the sect.
There was no anger, nor was there any sorrow.
Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up in an extremely bizarre, incredibly gentle, and even slightly morbidly affectionate smile.
...
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
