"Mr. Hei Yu."
"Can you really swallow this breath?"
And at one end of the bamboo raft, the three beasts of Western Demon Forest and Hei Yu were squeezed together. The three beasts of Western Demon Forest couldn't help but send a voice transmission to Hei Yu.
"Of course I can't swallow it."
Hei Yu sent back a gloomy voice.
In a pair of bull-like eyes, hatred was filled.
"Then why did you just take this beating in vain?"
Xi Lin, the leader of the rhino forest demon immortals of Western Demon Forest, couldn't help but ask: "Although you said fortitude and vision are very important, I thought about it carefully. In front of these insignificant ants, we have no need to lurk at all. Because at that time, we still had a chance if we rose up and resisted!"
"Hmph, do you really think my concession just now was because of this damn skull?" Hei Yu couldn't help but sneer.
"Oh?"
"Then what was the reason?"
Xi Lin and the others were instantly confused.
"Sigh, the intelligence of demons in Immortal River Continent is really not good. No wonder the entire continent is controlled by humans, and you can only survive in small woods." Hei Yu couldn't help but teach.
Xi Lin's face darkened.
But they didn't dare to refute. Their questioning gazes were still on Hei Yu, obviously wanting to find out why.
"Let me tell you the truth. My concession just now was not because of this damn skull at all, but because of the other people on the island." Hei Yu said solemnly: "Aside from that terrifying human, the other people on the island are also very troublesome."
"The others are also troublesome?"
Xi Lin and the others were even more confused.
Except for some brick-moving Martial Emperors, the others didn't seem to be anything special!
How could they bring them any trouble?
"Do you really think this island is as simple as you imagine?"
Hei Yu said solemnly: "Except for those trash Martial Emperors, in fact the others all have the same cultivation base as you, they just concealed it. Plus your cultivation bases are restricted, so you can't sense it."
"What?"
"How is that possible?"
Xi Lin and the three demons were shocked.
"If you don't believe me, take a good look at that old man rowing the boat up ahead."
"And look back at that old lady by the river bank fetching water to cook."
"And those few fishing across the river..."
Upon hearing this.
Xi Lin and the three demons hurriedly looked over and examined them carefully.
At first they didn't notice anything, but with their basic senses intact despite the restricted cultivation bases, they soon discovered a terrifying aura fluctuating from these people.
And this kind of fluctuation was extremely familiar to them at the same cultivation level.
That meant all these people were at the Human Immortal realm, the same as the previous 10-Life Martial Emperors.
Hiss!
The few demons gasped in shock.
"So now you understand why I had to concede to that trash skull earlier?"
Hei Yu said coldly: "Because if a fight broke out, even without that terrifying human taking action, just these people around would be enough to make you unable to walk away unharmed."
"And although I'm a bit better, with my strength affected, they would still cause me much trouble. Overall, it would be unsafe."
"I see."
"It's really thanks to Sir Hei Yu's perceptiveness. Also good that we didn't act rashly earlier, otherwise now we would be..."
Xi Lin and the three demons suddenly realized. At the same time, they couldn't help but wiped some cold sweat.
It really was dangerous just now!
Because they knew, with the terrifying lineup on this island, not to mention their restricted state now, even at their peak they would not fare well.
"So without any other options, I had to concede to that trash skull earlier."
Hei Yu's voice echoed leisurely.
"But..."
"They won't be jumping around for much longer either."
"We just need to wait until after that lousy skull takes us off this island, then it will be time for us to make a move."
"At that time, hehe..."
Saying this, Hei Yu's voice paused, and his eyes gradually turned cold.
"Yes, at that time, we'll settle old and new debts together!"
Hearing this, Xi Lin's expression changed slightly, and they hurriedly responded with cold laughter.
"Hehe, then we'll tear apart this skull who offended Sir Hei Yu into pieces!"
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.”
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)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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?"
