She was not in a hurry to come out.
It seemed that this three-thousand-year slumber had left her body feeling a bit sluggish.
She tilted her slender neck slightly and gently stretched.
Crack.
A crisp sound of bones popping.
With this movement, the collar of her loose imperial robe slipped down a bit, revealing half of a delicate collarbone that looked like a work of art, along with an unfathomably deep, snow-white cleavage.
Deep within that cleavage, a golden pattern could faintly be seen flashing by. That was the Reverse Slave Contract Gu Yang had just planted, deeply branded into the most core origin of her Extreme Yin Demonic Physique.
It was just that the current Tantai Jin had not yet noticed the anomaly in this body.
She only felt... hot.
An unprecedented, feverish warm current was rising from the depths of her dantian, like countless ants gnawing at her meridians.
This feeling was very strange.
It was not painful; instead, it carried a kind of... numbness.
What is going on...
Tantai Jin furrowed her brows slightly, a trace of confusion appearing on her majestic and stunningly beautiful face.
Could it be a backlash from the Nine Nether Extreme Yin Demonic Physique because she slept for too long?
Meanwhile, in the shadows.
Mo Bufan, who was playing dead, darted his eyes around.
Although he was terrified, the greed carved into his bones kept him from giving up on finding a fortuitous encounter.
Netherworld Blood Spirit Flower...
His gaze cautiously swept toward the side of the ice coffin.
As long as he got that flower... as long as he got that flower, he would have a chance to turn the tables!
However.
The next second.
Mo Bufan's pupils violently shrank to the size of pinpricks, almost failing to suppress a scream.
It was gone!
That three-thousand-year-old Netherworld Blood Spirit Flower, which had been swaying in the ghostly flames and exuding a fatal temptation, had actually vanished into thin air!
And in the shadows at that spot.
At some point, a figure wearing a gray robe and a bamboo hat with a veil had appeared.
Gu Yang.
He was casually leaning against a stone pillar of the altar, playing with an exquisite jade box in his hand.
Click.
The jade box was closed, and a talisman was slapped onto it.
Gu Yang's movements were smooth and flowing, showing not the slightest self-awareness of stealing something right in front of the owner. He even raised his head and, through the black veil of his hat, lightly raised an eyebrow at Mo Bufan who was lying on the ground.
That look clearly said:
Thanks, guide.
Even the system didn't have intel on a Heaven-tier Foundation Establishment spiritual item, but to think you did.
I will be taking this lucky chance.
Animal!!!
Mo Bufan's mindset completely collapsed.
That was his medicine to regenerate severed limbs! That was his Great Dao of the Golden Core!
Snatched again!
It was intercepted by this bastard right under his nose again!
At this moment, anger overwhelmed his fear.
Want to swallow it all yourself? Dream on!
A trace of vicious madness flashed in Mo Bufan's eyes.
He did not dare to make a sound directly to alarm the Empress, but he had other ways.
His finger lightly flicked against the ground.
Whoosh—
An inconspicuous black piece of gravel was shot out using a clever technique.
The stone's target was not Gu Yang, but an everlasting lamp behind Gu Yang.
Smash!
The crisp sound of shattering was as piercing as thunder on this dead-silent altar.
Inside the ice coffin.
Tantai Jin, who was being tormented by the inexplicable heat in her body and feeling irritable, abruptly turned her head.
Those heterochromatic demonic eyes instantly locked onto the source of the sound.
Naturally, she also saw the person standing there—Gu Yang.
Hmm?
Tantai Jin narrowed her eyes.
An ant at the Foundation Establishment stage?
Moreover...
Why did this ant have an aura that made her feel extremely disgusted, yet damnably eager to get close to?
It was an instinctive desire, like seeing a stove in the winter, or a starving wolf seeing fresh meat.
Who are you?
Tantai Jin parted her red lips, her voice cold.
Gu Yang did not speak.
He just quietly watched this newly awakened Empress, and unhurriedly stuffed the jade box containing the Netherworld Blood Spirit Flower into his storage bag.
He even patted it.
Audacious!
This action thoroughly enraged this tyrant who had once swept across the Eastern Region.
Not kneeling before her was already a capital offense.
To actually dare to pocket her burial goods right in front of her face?
Are my belongings something you can lay your hands on?
Killing intent surged wildly in Tantai Jin's eyes.
Tantai Jin moved.
With a wave of the wide sleeves of her black, gold-woven imperial robe, she flew out of the ice coffin like a black phoenix.
Although she had just awakened and her spiritual energy was depleted.
Just relying on the formidable physical strength of her Nascent Soul stage body, the power of this pounce was enough to tear apart any Foundation Establishment cultivator!
A pale, slender hand, carrying a suffocating sinister wind, aimed straight for Gu Yang's throat.
Fast!
Too fast!
So fast that the sinister smile on Mo Bufan's face had not even fully bloomed.
Die! Let the Empress tear you to pieces!
Mo Bufan roared in his heart.
However.
Facing this certain-kill strike, Gu Yang did not even move.
He just stood there, and even slightly opened his arms.
It was like... welcoming a lover throwing herself into his embrace.
Just at the moment when Tantai Jin's fingers were only three inches away from Gu Yang's throat.
Buzz—!
The Great Sun True Fire in Gu Yang's dantian violently jumped.
At the same time, the newly planted Reverse Slave Contract inside Tantai Jin's body passively triggered the moment it sensed its master being attacked!
That was the highest level of rule suppression.
A slave cannot kill their master.
Ugh!
In mid-air, Tantai Jin suddenly let out a suppressed, muffled groan.
That claw, which was originally enough to pierce through metal and stone, instantly lost its killing intent the moment it touched Gu Yang's protective aura, dissipating like melting ice and snow.
Replacing it was a wave of... softness welling up from the depths of her soul.
It was as if all the bones in her body had been extracted.
Her heterochromatic pupils, which had been full of the desire to slaughter, actually lost their focus in that instant.
The Nine Nether Extreme Yin energy in her body, upon encountering the pure Desolate Ancient Extreme Yang aura on Gu Yang, actually let out a joyous, roaring cheer.
That was the instinct of Yin and Yang attracting each other!
That was the submission carved into the laws of the Heavenly Dao!
No... I cannot...
Tantai Jin was horrified to discover that her body had actually betrayed her will.
She wanted to snap this man's neck, but the moment her hand touched that warm skin, it turned into an... extremely ambiguous caress.
The originally fierce pounce, under the effect of momentum, turned into an extremely standard—throwing oneself into someone's arms.
Thud.
A muffled sound.
That demonic body that made all the cultivators in the world tremble in fear just solidly crashed into Gu Yang's embrace.
Soft.
Astonishingly soft.
That was Gu Yang's first impression.
The woman's body in his arms was cold, like a piece of fine cold jade, but the touch was refined to the extreme.
Lingering at the tip of his nose was a faint, crisp, and elegant fragrance, like a black lotus blooming at the peak of a snow mountain.
You...
Tantai Jin was completely dumbfounded.
Her cheek was pressed tightly against Gu Yang's chest. Through his clothes, she could clearly hear the man's steady and powerful heartbeat.
Thump, thump, thump.
Every heartbeat was like a current of electricity, frantically drilling into her body along the skin where they touched.
The nourishment from that extreme Yang energy caused her extreme Yin meridians, which had been dried up for three thousand years, to let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Comfortable.
It felt too good.
This pleasure at the level of the soul made her want to moan out loud, wanting to melt her entire being into this warm furnace.
"Au... audacious!"
Tantai Jin bit her lip, forcing herself to hold onto her last shred of rationality as she tried to push the man away.
But as her hands pressed against Gu Yang's chest, she could not muster a single ounce of strength. Instead, it seemed more like a half-hearted refusal masking a true invitation.
A morbid flush rose on her cheeks, and within her heterochromatic eyes, killing intent intertwined with a hazy intoxication.
She was the majestic Empress of Eternal Night!
Yet she was actually resting in the embrace of a mere ant... trembling?
"Fellow Daoist Mo."
Right at that moment.
A voice brimming with mockery rang out across the dead-silent altar.
Gu Yang smoothly wrapped one arm around Tantai Jin's slender waist. His hand was large, and the heat from his palm seeped through her thin imperial robes, scorching Tantai Jin so much that her entire body shuddered.
He lifted his head to look at Mo Bufan, who stood completely dumbfounded a short distance away.
"Taking notes?"
The corners of Gu Yang's mouth curled into a smirk, and his hand deliberately gave the smooth back of the woman in his arms a gentle pat.
"This is how... you use an Empress."
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?"
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...
