At this moment, powerful cultivators from the Red Sun Clan streaked across the sky with great momentum.
They had finally arrived at the foot of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
"Is Ao Qing still inside the Hundred Thousand Mountains?"
Ao Bifang tilted his head and asked in a low voice.
"He's still there!"
The subordinate quickly replied.
"Lead the way. Let's capture Ao Qing as quickly as possible to avoid any complications," Ao Bifang said coldly.
"Yes!"
The group then followed this person into the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
"Wait!"
But just after penetrating slightly into the mountains, Ao Bifang waved his hand to stop.
"Do you feel it?"
He asked.
The others behind him nodded, their eyes filled with shock and a trace of horror.
Because upon arriving here, they could all sense immense movements within the mountain, and under this aura, many other demons and beasts were prostrating on the ground, not daring to move.
Even they, Demon Lords and Demon Kings, felt tremendous pressure.
"I wonder which eminent being is breaking through to Demon Venerable in these mountains!" Ao Bifang narrowed his eyes at the vast spiritual energy gathered in the distance.
"What should we do?"
The others asked, hesitating to proceed.
Ao Bifang also became hesitant.
Although he had consummated Demon Lord cultivation, just one step away from Demon Venerable, this one step was like a chasm.
Facing a real Demon Venerable master, he wouldn't stand a chance.
This was why he had fled so quickly upon seeing the three Martial Venerables at the Martial Pavilion.
After thinking briefly, he said, "With Ao Qing's useless abilities, even as a Demon King, he must be cowering under this Demon Venerable's breakthrough pressure, unable to move. Since this is the case, I'll just wait here for a bit until this Demon Venerable finishes breaking through before looking for him. It won't be too late."
Hearing this, the others also nodded in agreement.
After all, if they recklessly offended this mighty one during his breakthrough, it would absolutely not bode well for them if he became angry.
Thus, Ao Bifang and his group sat down to cultivate within the mountain.
A Demon Venerable's breakthrough was indeed terrifying.
Throughout the night, the entire mountain range was shrouded in the fluctuations of a powerful aura. Under this aura, the birds and beasts scattered, and the myriad demons prostrated themselves on the ground.
Finally, after an entire night, the fluctuations dispersed.
The eminent one within the mountain should have succeeded in breaking through to Demon Venerable.
At the same time, Ao Bifang, who was seated on the ground cultivating, abruptly opened his eyes and immediately asked, "Is Ao Qing still in this mountain?"
"He's here!"
The subordinate quickly replied.
"No time to delay, let's set out immediately and swiftly capture Ao Qing," Ao Bifang ordered.
Hearing this, the subordinate led the way forward again.
Back then, Ao Qingcheng had left a special aura marker on Ao Qing's body. This was a special technique of the Red Sun Clan, which this man had learned.
Following this aura, the group continued towards the depths of the mountain.
After half an hour, they had penetrated deep into the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Just as Ao Bifang was growing impatient, the man in front suddenly halted.
"Lord Bifang, that useless one is in the valley up ahead."
Hearing this, Ao Bifang's eyes lit up slightly.
The twenty some people transformed into ghostly silhouettes sweeping towards the valley ahead. Sure enough, Ao Qing was sitting cross-legged atop a boulder in the form of a Devouring Demon Wolf, resting with closed eyes.
"What a useless display from a useless creature!"
Ao Bifang sneered disdainfully.
With a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Spread out and surround him, don't leave him any room to escape. When ready, attack together on my order and capture him alive."
The others nodded, their bodies flashing like lightning to surround Ao Qing.
Seeing this, Ao Bifang nodded satisfactorily.
Although for a Demon Lord like him to personally capture a broken Demon King was as easy as flipping his palm, perhaps due to the downfall of the two Xiu Luo Demon Lords and the Martial Pavilion incident, he had become much more prudent in his actions.
"Ready..."
He transmitted the order.
Hearing this, everyone tensed, ready to strike.
"Go!"
Finally, Ao Bifang softly shouted.
This command also relieved the others. Perhaps due to the shadow cast by the Martial Pavilion, they were afraid Ao Bifang would change his mind again.
Upon his order, over twenty silhouettes flashed like streaks of light, pouncing towards Ao Qing.
Seeing this, Ao Bifang raised the corners of his mouth.
This time, there would surely be no accidents.
But in the next moment, his expression froze abruptly, because Ao Qing suddenly opened his eyes, two golden lights shooting towards him.
At the same time, an aura that struck terror into Ao Bifang erupted from Ao Qing's body.
Ka!
Ao Bifang's pupils abruptly dilated wide.

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...

【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.)

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.”