"The Demon Suppression Prison is a place of exile maintained by our Frostwind Island. To safeguard the peace of the world, we banish evil cultivators and seal away demonic creatures and monstrous beings within this realm. None may enter without the token of the Frostwind Island's master."
"If any demon crosses this stele, later generations of cultivators must fight to the death to reseal it. This is the sacred duty of our Frostwind Island, not to be disobeyed!"
"Cavern of Ten Thousand Demons, halt at the sight of this stele!"
After reading the inscribed text on the stele, a trace of anger flashed in Yi Feng's eyes.
Damn it...
This place really wasn't a treasure vault, but a death zone for exiling all sorts of monsters. He had truly been tricked!
That old woman was no good, actually deceiving him into coming to this hellish place!
Anger aside, as he looked at the stern, extraordinary calligraphy, each stroke brimming with sword intent, it felt as if endless killing intent was hidden within the darkness before him...
Suddenly, Yi Feng's eyes lit up.
"Huh?"
"That old woman wanted to kill me, that's why she tricked me into coming here. Isn't that perfect?"
"Even though I don't know why she wants me dead, if I can die here, wouldn't that complete my suicide mission? It would be a case of stumbling upon the right path, actually a great help. Thinking about it this way, it really could be considered a gift..."
A flash of inspiration struck his mind, and Yi Feng's eyes instantly gleamed with shrewdness.
He glanced a few more times at the terrifying descriptions on the stele, growing happier the more he read.
Looking again into the endless darkness ahead, Yi Feng suddenly felt much more at ease. A hint of anticipation appeared in his eyes, and the place even started to seem more agreeable.
The minor monsters he'd chopped down earlier were nothing, but there should be powerful creatures in a place like this.
Judging by the frightening accounts on the stele, this was a secret realm for sealing monsters of various races. If the remaining monsters weren't powerful to an extreme degree, perhaps even unkillable, there would be no need to establish such a place.
He hardly needed to think twice; there definitely had to be some tough customers inside.
Perhaps, they might even be capable of threatening his life!
This place was absolutely worth a try. Maybe he could finally succeed in getting himself killed.
Being tricked into a trap might actually give him a chance to fulfill his wish?
This really was a fortunate accident, not just a little bit of luck. Perhaps heaven had opened its eyes, wanting to help him complete his task.
Thinking of this...
Yi Feng felt his spirits greatly lifted. Gripping his greatsword, he strode forward.
Passing the stele, the mist before him grew thicker, almost comparable to the smog of his past life. The sinister aura also became increasingly palpable, as if the temperature had suddenly dropped!
"Whoosh..."
A chill permeated the endless fog, and a cold, whispering wind slowly rose.
He hadn't advanced for long.
Yi Feng was almost completely submerged in a chaotic black mist, walking alone through endless darkness, as if unknown dangers could emerge at any moment.
He only felt the space before him growing darker and colder.
After advancing about a hundred paces.
Suddenly!
The black mist ahead churned and gathered, emitting a bone-piercing cold. The fog actually began to outline a terrifying skeletal visage, which let out a sinister, raspy laugh!
"Kekeke..."
"This venerable one is truly in luck today, to encounter a human cultivator, and such a pretty-faced one at that! My long wait has not been in vain!"
"Such fresh, delectable life force, I shall gratefully accept it!"
The terrifying laughter echoed all around. Sinister energy churned within the endless darkness, enough to make anyone feel despair and their hair stand on end!
Yi Feng, however, remained completely calm, showing no panic at his impending doom.
He simply reached out a hand and grabbed towards the black mist.
"Whoosh!"
With a single sound, a scrawny, withered monster was pulled out. It looked like a goblin, but a severely undernourished version.
Its laughter froze, its face a picture of utter confusion!
Hanging stiffly in the air like a chick for a few moments, it seemed still immersed in its previous domineering mirth, unable to immediately process the situation. Only when it saw the human cultivator's eyes and felt the iron-vise-like grip of five fingers around its neck...
Did the monster jolt awake and begin to struggle frantically!
But no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't break free from the fingers behind its neck. It was as if its very soul had been seized, unable to muster any strength whatsoever.
Instantly!
The withered monster broke out in a cold sweat, its eyes bulging wide!
"This!"
"This is impossible!"
"You! What manner of person are you?! How could this venerable one be captured single-handedly by a mere human cultivator..."
The monster's voice grew fainter, filled with panic and shock.
When it met Yi Feng's indifferent gaze, as calm and unfathomable as a deity's, it felt its entire being suppressed by a terrifying aura, not daring to act recklessly any further...
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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.”
