"You... you pervert!"
Xiaobai was shocked by this shameless behavior. Her big eyes widened as she pointed at Ye Shu and scolded him in a milky, childish voice.
"Facing a formidable enemy, you don't think about running away or finding a solution, but instead you're here... doing this... Feng Mengli is not far away and could come over at any moment!"
And to think she actually thought this guy was handsome and resourceful.
But this is it?
He didn't look like he had a plan at all.
"What do you know?"
Ye Shu, however, held the small beast with a calm expression.
"When no one is around, you eat boldly; when someone is around, you eat anxiously."
"Awoo woo..."
While the two were talking, the small beast finally broke free from that extreme pleasure. Having never experienced such a thing since birth, it seemed to have awakened something, and even the way it looked at Ye Shu underwent a bizarre change.
It leaped down, tugged at Ye Shu's pant leg with its paw.
Then it pointed towards the depths of the cave.
"You mean... you want me to go in with you?"
"Woo!"
The small beast nodded vigorously, then immediately started walking, making soft pitter-patter sounds as it headed inside.
"Wow, what a smart demonic beast."
Lin Qingxue couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Such a smart magical beast cub was rare, and it was so cute too. It would be great if she could take it back as a pet.
"Let's go."
Ye Shu didn't overthink it. He called out and followed.
Inside the cave, radiant lights flowed. Various storage rings could be seen everywhere on the ground—red, green, white, yellow, and orange ones scattered all over. At first glance, it was obvious they were left behind by human cultivators killed by the Amethyst Lion King.
Even a disciple of a major sect like Lin Qingxue was momentarily dazzled.
It wasn't that she hadn't seen this much wealth before.
Rather, she had never seen so many storage rings piled together, each representing a bloody life lost.
Deep within the cave, there was a small platform.
On it sat three white jade plates, looking incredibly abrupt and conspicuous, as if they had just been temporarily placed there.
On the jade plates were three items.
On the left was a bottle of emerald green pills. To prevent Ye Shu from misunderstanding, it was specifically labeled in large A4-sized text: "Exclusively for alleviating pill toxicity."
Every medicine has its side effects. For cultivators who relied heavily on pills, pill toxicity would naturally accumulate in their bodies, affecting their foundation and causing their cultivation realm to be superficial. This often hindered their future growth potential, and their cultivation was not as solid as that gained through bitter training. This bottle of pills was clearly meant to address the hidden dangers left by his previous massive consumption of Qi Recovery Pills for a quick breakthrough.
In the middle was also a pill, but only a single one.
It was the size of a longan and crystal clear throughout. Although it lacked pill veins, it was surrounded by a dense purple aura and hovered in the air. One look was enough to tell it was absolutely extraordinary.
"Is this... a Flawless Boiled Egg?"
Danxia, floating in mid-air, couldn't help but exclaim in shock, "This... how is this possible? Only a seventh-tier alchemist can refine a pill with purple aura above three veins. In this barren wilderness, could it have just popped out of the ground?"
"It couldn't possibly have been refined by the Lion King, right?"
Under normal circumstances, a three-vein Foundation Establishment Pill could guarantee a ninth-level Qi Condensation cultivator a one hundred percent chance to enter Foundation Establishment. But the efficacy of the Purple Aura Boiled Egg was even more terrifying.
It could allow someone to achieve Foundation Establishment on the spot.
Even a mortal with no talent for cultivation could use it to step onto the immortal path with a rock-solid foundation.
Therefore, some people also called this kind of Foundation Establishment Pill a First-Revolution Golden Pill.
However, not many alchemists would refine such a thing.
After all, those capable of refining it were already countless realms beyond Foundation Establishment. Thus, a Purple Aura Boiled Egg was like chicken ribs to an alchemist, and in the market, it was priceless but unavailable.
But this completely illogical scene left Danxia utterly astounded.
Hearing this, Ye Shu chuckled inwardly.
How about that? A custom-made fortuitous encounter from the Heavenly Dao, pretty magical, right?
On the right was a blade of grass.
It grew quietly there, possessing only a single leaf. A faint black aura coiled around the leaf, within which stars seemed to twinkle and fade, making it hard to see clearly.
But the knowledgeable Danxia recognized it at a glance.
"Star Soul Grass!"
That single solitary leaf was tremendously beneficial to soul power, capable of increasing a person's soul power upper limit by thirty-three percent. One had to know that on this continent, items related to the soul were exceedingly rare.
Danxia's eyes almost popped out of her head from staring.
Wasn't this loot way too rich?
"We struck it rich! We struck it rich!"
Even Lin Qingxue widened her eyes, looking left and right, wishing she could pocket everything.
"Gulu!"
Right at this moment, the small beast let out a whimper.
It sat on the ground, raised its fleshy paw, first pointed at Lin Qingxue, then extended a single claw and wagged it, letting out a whining sound of refusal.
Then, it looked at Ye Shu, pointed at the corpses of the three wolf demons outside the cave, and then pointed at the three treasures. It extended three claws, retracted two, leaving only one, and waved it firmly at Ye Shu, letting out an "Awoo~" sound.
Although it was very abstract, the two actually understood it.
It meant that Lin Qingxue should get lost. Ye Shu had killed three wolves to protect it, so according to the rules, he could take one of these three treasures.
"Tch, only kids make choices; I want them all."
Lin Qingxue curled her lips disdainfully. A mere little beast thought it could stop this young lady?
Even if all these things belonged to Ye Shu.
She could surely just sneakily take two of them, right?
She didn't want much, just having this cute little fluffy thing as a pet would do!
However, Ye Shu crossed his arms and frowned, saying:
"Damn it, which one should I choose?"
Lin Qingxue, who was just about to make a move, instantly froze.
She looked at Ye Shu in disbelief. "Are you an idiot? Just take them all. Can it even stop you?"
Hearing this, Ye Shu looked at her like she was the idiot.
"Seriously bro, taking without asking is stealing. Did you know stealing is illegal?"
"Il... illegal?"
Lin Qingxue was stunned.
Immediately, an overwhelming sense of absurdity and embarrassment burst through her chest, and she couldn't help but curse out loud, "You're the one who came here to raid their home, and now you're the one saying stealing is illegal! How can you have such double standards!"
"Because I've fallen for its looks," Ye Shu pointed at the small beast and said with a straight face.
"You, you, you, you, you, you!"
Lin Qingxue was so infuriated by him that she almost spat blood, unable to speak a single word for a long time.
Meanwhile, Ye Shu thought briefly.
In fact, the moment he finished speaking, he had already stepped toward the three round jade plates in the distance, and then grabbed the Star Soul Grass.
He refined it instantly!
A surge of pure soul power drifted from the solitary leaf and slowly fell into Danxia's remnant soul.
In an instant, Danxia's illusory soul body solidified significantly. It even faintly revealed a physical form rather than being ethereal like mist. Although this bit of soul power was just a drop in the bucket for her, that sense of fulfillment originating from the depths of her soul made her feel what it was like to be alive again after a long time.
"Shu'er..."
She looked at Ye Shu with a complex gaze, grateful yet carrying a trace of bewilderment. She clearly hadn't expected him to give up on Foundation Establishment and eliminating his hidden dangers, choosing the Star Soul Grass but not using it himself, all just to restore her soul body.
For a moment, she didn't know how to speak.
To thank him?
To apologize?
Or should they continue to maintain this unspoken distance?
Yet, Ye Shu's expression remained perfectly indifferent.
"No need to thank me. I never owe anyone a favor."

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.

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.”

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?"

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