Whoosh.
A tangerine-colored flame, only the size of a fist, swayed and floated in the palm of his hand.
That was the most basic, cheapest spell in the cultivation world, one that even a first-level Qi Refining noob could use—the Basic Fireball Spell.
Seeing this scene, Mo Yuan, who had been somewhat wary, could not help but let out an ear-piercing, maniacal laugh:
"Hahahaha! So it is just an idiot scared out of his wits!"
"You dare block my Netherworld Ghost Claw with mere mortal fire?! Die!!"
The cruelty in Mo Yuan's eyes intensified as he urged the ghost claw to strike down faster. He could already imagine the scene of Gu Yang being smashed into meat paste, and that ridiculous little fireball being instantly extinguished by the sinister aura.
However, he was wrong.
Dead wrong.
Just as the massive white bone ghost claw was about to touch that insignificant little fireball.
A cold arc curled at the corner of Gu Yang's mouth.
"Burst."
Hum!
The surface of that seemingly ordinary tangerine flame shattered instantly.
Like a low-quality eggshell cracking open, it revealed the terrifying core inside, compressed to the extreme and already turned pure gold.
That was no mortal fire.
That was the source of destruction Gu Yang had formed by cultivating the Great Sun Heaven-Burning Sutra to perfection, forcibly compressing the ultimate yang Great Sun True Fire under the shell of a basic spell!
There were no flashy moves.
Only in that instant, a terrifying high temperature that seemed capable of incinerating the heavens erupted from that tiny speck of gold.
Great Sun Heaven-Burning Sutra—Great Sun True Fire!
Whoosh—!
The originally pitch-black and cold rainy night lit up like broad daylight in that split second.
A golden, blazing sun detonated between the two of them without any warning.
The terrifying Passion-Locking Powder poisonous smoke was instantly vaporized by the horrifying heat before it could even get within thirty feet of Su Wanyin, leaving not a trace behind.
Next was that arrogant Netherworld Ghost Claw.
With a sizzling sound, the bone of a top-grade Tier 2 demonic beast, which was as hard as iron, was instantly melted through with a massive hole, just like a snowflake tossed into a furnace!
The golden wave of fire continued unabated, following the original trajectory of the bone claw like an angry golden dragon, surging upstream straight toward Mo Yuan on the flying skiff!
"What?!"
Mo Yuan's maniacal laugh froze on his face, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out.
"What kind of fire is this?! Ultimate Yang True Fire?! No! This is impossible!!"
He desperately tried to withdraw his mana, but the golden flame followed his spiritual energy connection and instantly ignited his protective sinister aura.
"Ah—!!"
An incredibly shrill scream echoed out.
Mo Yuan's entire right arm, along with half of his shoulder, was burned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.
Had he not reacted extremely fast, severing his own arm and summoning a pitch-black shield artifact to block for a moment, his entire body would have been reduced to ashes by now.
But even so, the scapegoat shield artifact shattered into slag the moment it touched the flame.
"You are a True Disciple of the Pure Yang lineage?! You set me up!!"
Mo Yuan looked at his bare shoulder in horror, retreating madly as if struck by lightning.
Ultimate Yang Fire!
This was the absolute nemesis of his ghost path cultivation techniques!
This guy in the tattered gray robe was no weakling; he was a primordial beast in sheep's clothing!
"Who I am is not important."
Amidst the sky full of firelight, Gu Yang's figure passed through the aftermath of the explosion completely unscathed.
He took a single step, seemingly shrinking the ground beneath his feet, and instantly appeared above the head of Mo Yuan, who was trying to steer the flying skiff to escape.
Gu Yang looked down at this shivering old fool from above, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes.
"What is important is that you delayed my journey."
Gu Yang raised his foot, wrapped in golden flames, and stomped down ruthlessly.
This stomp showed no mercy.
Mo Yuan felt the shadow of death, his liver and gallbladder tearing with fright.
He did not want to die! He had planned for fifty years, and he was only one step away from extending his lifespan!
"No!!!"
Mo Yuan's face, scorched black by the Ultimate Yang True Fire, twitched madly. The last shred of his will to live completely shattered, turning into the most vicious curse.
"I planned for fifty years... fifty years!!"
"Since I cannot live, then let us go to hell together!!"
"Nine Netherworld Soul-Locking Flame! Detonate!!"
Boom!
Mo Yuan's originally shriveled body suddenly expanded, like a blown-up skin bag.
But what burst forth was not flesh and blood, but a cluster of bizarre, pale, almost transparent flames.
The flame had no temperature. The moment it appeared, the surrounding rainwater, which had been scorched hot by the Great Sun True Fire, instantly froze into black ice crystals.
It did not look like a fire, but more like a vengeful spirit seeking to devour someone. Letting out a scalp-numbing shriek, it ignored the protective golden light around Gu Yang's body and, with a suicidal resolve, drilled fiercely into the closest target—Su Wanyin's dantian!
This was Mo Yuan's natal corpse fire, a curse he had traded half his life for in an ancient tomb.
Once this fire left the body, it did not burn the flesh; it exclusively burned the divine soul!
"Ahhh—!!"
Su Wanyin let out a miserable scream.
Her previously rosy cheeks instantly turned pale as paper, her eyes rolled back, and she fell straight backward as if her bones had been removed.
That cluster of pale fire roamed madly along her meridians. Wherever it passed, her flowing spiritual energy was instantly frozen and corroded.
Even more terrifying, the flame rushed straight for her dantian qi sea, the very foundation of a cultivator!
It wanted to drag her down to turn into ashes together!
...
Crap!
Gu Yang was both shocked and anxious.
Not because he felt tender affection for the fairer sex.
But because... that was his stuff!
This fire, according to the system's intelligence, was the key supplement for the advancement of his Great Sun Heaven-Burning Sutra!
It was the top-tier resource that could awaken his Soul Scorching special effect!
It was also the crucial item needed to enter the Empress's forbidden grounds later.
And now, this old bastard would rather destroy it than leave it for him?
He even set the NPC who was supposed to give him his reward on fire!
Was his Foundation Establishment spiritual item reward going to vanish too?
"Bastard!!"
"You dare touch my things?!"
Gu Yang let out a tyrannical, low roar. In his normally calm and unruffled eyes, flames of fury now burned, making him look exactly like an immemorial ferocious beast protecting its food.
If I do not let you die, even the King of Hell would not dare take you!
Swoosh!
Gu Yang's figure flashed, instantly appearing beside the fallen Su Wanyin.
"Do not come over!!"
Su Wanyin's shrill scream pierced the rain curtain.
That pale Nine Netherworld Soul-Locking Flame had completely drilled into her abdomen, like a cold poisonous snake, biting madly along her eight extraordinary meridians.
Pain.
Not just the pain of her flesh freezing and cracking, but the agonizing pain of her soul being forcibly stripped away.
Her vision began to blur, and she could only see that figure wearing a bamboo hat rushing toward her.
"This is the Nine Netherworld Soul-Locking Flame... touch it and you die... it will even infect the divine soul through spiritual energy..."
Su Wanyin exhausted her last trace of strength, wanting to push that man away.
She did not want to die.
But she even more so did not want this man—the only one who had ever given her warmth, whom she viewed as her lifesaver—to be buried with her because he tried to save her.
"Li Feiyu! Run!!!"
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?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
