"So what you are saying is."
"The female leads of the Qingxuan Sect aren't limited to the Zixiao Peak lineage, but also include Alchemy Peak, Forging Peak, Qingyu Peak, and even the Peak Master of Hongluan Peak, widows, and so on. There are so many female leads that even you can't remember them all. And yet, I haven't even gotten intimate with a single one of them—it's all completely platonic?"
"In other words."
"I am basically a sheep entering a tiger's den right now. The moment I step out the door, I am highly likely to be finely chopped into minced meat?"
Qingxuan Sect, Sunset Mountain.
Ye Shu leaned against a large tree and looked at Xiaobai, who was standing in front of him looking coy, as he asked this.
The veins on his forehead twitched; he really wanted to curse.
But in the end, he just sighed.
No matter what, this wasn't Xiaobai's fault. After all, if it weren't for the system's invasion, those female leads would have been a help rather than a hindrance.
He would never.
He would never, ever blame someone who wanted to help him just because their good intentions were exploited by others.
How would that be any different from a beast?
But even so, Ye Shu's blood pressure was still soaring.
"Tell me, which work did you copy this time?"
"Uh... well... hehe..."
Xiaobai scratched her head in embarrassment and smiled sheepishly, "This is my own original creation. How about it? Isn't it amazing!"
"What the hell!"
Ye Shu was shocked; he had to sit up for this.
Then he slowly leaned back against the tree, covered his face with one hand, and smiled bitterly. "Your original work is great, but please don't create anything next time. Just stick to copying. At least the copied ones aren't this absurd."
Hearing this, Xiaobai got a little angry.
She put her hands on her hips, puffed out her cheeks, and said angrily, "You're not satisfied when I copy, and you're not satisfied when I don't! You big young master, what exactly do you want?!"
Ye Shu was so angry he laughed.
"You little genius, you kept saying no NTR, no NTR, but you added so many female leads that even a truck couldn't hold them all."
"W-well, isn't it all pure and platonic..."
Xiaobai pouted unwillingly.
Originally, the more female leads there were, and the less physical intimacy there was, wouldn't it make her, the ultimate winner, look even more charming when she finally captured her Child of Destiny?
Who knew this guy wouldn't play by the rules.
Whenever he had the chance, he would fiercely score points!
"Sigh..."
Ye Shu sighed and leaned against the tree, deep in thought.
"Since things have come to this, I better figure out what to do next."
Just then, Xiao Qingli, who had just finished washing the dishes, came bouncing over and threw herself into his arms, looking up with sparkling eyes.
"Big brother, you look a little unhappy."
She rolled around in Ye Shu's arms and found a comfortable position to nestle in. "Hehe, Qingli knows a way to make big brother happy."
Hearing this, Ye Shu paused.
"What way?"
"Hehe, lower your head a bit."
Xiao Qingli waved her hand mysteriously. Although Ye Shu was puzzled, he obediently lowered his head.
But as soon as he did.
Smooch~
Xiao Qingli quickly kissed him on the cheek, then shrank back into his arms with a blushing face, looking at him expectantly.
"Big brother, are you happy now?"
"I saw mommy and daddy, and you and Sister Qingxue do this too. A kiss makes you happy."
"Hehe."
Looking at her silly smile, Ye Shu couldn't help but rub her little head. The little bit of annoyance in his heart was completely kissed away by her.
Saving this little angel was the best decision he had ever made.
"I'm happy," he said.
Xiao Qingli's eyes lit up, and she laughed happily.
For some people, happiness is very simple.
Seeing the person she likes happy made her happy.
Ye Shu wrapped one arm around Xiao Qingli to make her more comfortable, then looked at Xiaobai and said calmly, "Actually, it seems... there's nothing to worry about."
"Anyway, we have Lin Qingxue's grandfather protecting us."
"At worst, I just won't officially join a peak. I've always loved coasting on a woman's coattails anyway."
However, just as his words fell, a pink streak of light flashed in the distance and landed straight down.
It was Lin Qingxue returning.
As soon as she came back, she brought bad news.
"Um..."
Lin Qingxue looked at Ye Shu, hesitating to speak.
"What's wrong?"
"My grandfather... the Eastern Wasteland border has been a bit unstable lately. It seems the Demonic Path is making some moves and showing signs of expansion. As the Supreme Elder of the number one faction in the Eastern Wasteland, he naturally has to go and guard it."
"He just left. I only found out myself."
Ye Shu: "..."
Damn it, he had just talked about living comfortably off his connections.
In the blink of an eye, his biggest backer ran off.
He leaned against the tree and sighed weakly. "Everything is just fate."
Right now, there were countless people in the Qingxuan Sect who wanted to kill him.
And he hadn't even joined a peak yet.
If he didn't join a peak, why would the Qingxuan Sect give him the Qingxuan Sword? Just because he was the Child of Destiny? If he didn't join a peak, where would his resources come from? How long would it take for his master to recover?
"Surrounded by a pack of wolves, what should I do?"
Ye Shu's eyes flickered as he looked at Xiaobai.
"Obviously, I can't possibly join any peak that has female disciples now."
"Are there any peaks with only men?"
"A peak with only men?"
Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, pondered for a while, and then raised her little hand excitedly. "Yes, yes! There is a Dao peak with only men, and their Peak Master is super, super strong!"
"Oh?"
Ye Shu's eyes lit up. Xiaobai was actually being reliable for once.
"Tell me about it."
Xiaobai put her hands on her hips and began to narrate.
"A long, long time ago, two young men came to the Qingxuan Sect..."
Meanwhile, at Zixiao Peak.
Su Xiao, who was leisurely sunbathing on a recliner, suddenly frowned.
A crisp electronic voice sounded in his ear.
[Please note, host. The Child of Destiny has entered the territory of the Qingxuan Sect. The plot has now officially begun. Please complete the first minor villain plot, Chapter Four: The Child of Destiny enters the mountain to join Zixiao, encountering a madman and forming a grudge on the way.]
"Wait, wait!"
"What the hell did you just say!"
Su Xiao's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. "You're saying the plot is only officially starting now, and it's only Chapter Four?"
"Then what was that trip to the Dangur Desert before?"
[Please note, host. That was merely background setup.]
"No way."
Su Xiao took a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself down. "So you're telling me this crappy plot actually has a prologue?"
[Correct.]
[Please proceed to the Child of Destiny's inevitable path, get into a conflict with him, and form a grudge.]
"Are you kidding me, bro?"
Su Xiao leaned back in his chair speechlessly, his face full of despair.
So everything before this was just the prologue.
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?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
