However.
A sudden commotion gave him a tremendous scare.
The previously calm pool of water erupted with a deafening boom, as if a bomb had exploded within it. Water splashed in all directions, shattered stones flew through the air, and the surrounding mist of primordial chaos dissipated entirely.
When he looked again, the member of the Demon God Clan who had been lying in the pool was now sprawled on its back, crushed beneath the rubble—utterly lifeless.
"Ah!"
"Demon God… my lord…"
Evil Wolf stumbled back in terror, his face as pale as paper, eyes wide with horror.
At that moment, it felt as if nine thunderclaps had simultaneously exploded in Evil Wolf’s mind.
The Chaos Pool had exploded.
The Demon God lord had died, flipped onto its back.
Such an omen had never before appeared in the history of the demon race. Just how powerful was this human?
As he descended the steps, Evil Wolf’s legs trembled beneath him.
To this day, he couldn’t comprehend how such a terrifying, monstrous figure had appeared in the city under his rule.
Though resentment gnawed at him, he still tried to console himself.
Life, after all…
Must move forward.
When he thought about it carefully, a life of cooking and brewing wine wasn’t so bad. What was the point of all the fighting and killing?
After resting, Yi Feng strolled leisurely through the city again.
As he wandered, he grumbled.
There were no clothing stores in this city…
No recreational activities to speak of…
Not even any pretty young women passing by to admire…
Each of his complaints sent Evil Wolf’s nerves into overdrive, terrified that Yi Feng might notice something amiss—especially after the incident with the Demon God lord. Evil Wolf was more on edge than ever.
At the same time, he made it his top priority to address every single one of Yi Feng’s complaints, sparing no effort to improve the city accordingly.
And so, half a month passed.
Walking once more through the streets of Demon City, the place now thrived with prosperity, bustling with crowds of people.
Food streets, commercial districts—everything was now in place.
Yi Feng could never have imagined that he alone would become the driving force behind the city’s development, transforming it from a primitive society into a modern one in just half a month.
During those two weeks, Yi Feng had searched everywhere for demonic creatures.
But they seemed to have vanished without a trace, leaving his grand plan to die in vain with no clear direction.
"These ordinary folks probably don’t know about any truly dangerous places," Yi Feng mused, stroking his chin.
Even if they did know of so-called "dangerous" locations, those places would only be perilous by their standards—certainly no threat to him.
"Looks like I’ll have to find the highest-ranking person in this city!"
"The City Lord’s Manor!"
Yi Feng’s gaze immediately landed on the tallest building in the city.
If even the City Lord’s Manor didn’t know where to find large numbers of demonic creatures or truly hazardous locations, then this place probably held no hope of killing him.
He’d have to go back and find that woman again.
With that thought, Yi Feng headed straight for the City Lord’s Manor.
Inside the grand hall of Demon City…
Evil Wolf, wearing an apron, was still working on his plate of stir-fried tomatoes and eggs.
Nearby, the leader of the Chicken Demon Clan had long since collapsed to the ground, weeping uncontrollably.
Just then, a dark figure rushed in frantically and knelt beside Evil Wolf.
But before the subordinate could urgently deliver his message, Evil Wolf cut him off.
"Shh!"
At this moment, Evil Wolf’s full attention was fixed on the wok in his hands.
"But, my lord—"
The subordinate’s face was frantic.
"But nothing! I’m at a critical stage right now. Even if the sky were falling, you’ll have to wait until I finish this plate of stir-fried tomatoes and eggs!"
Evil Wolf spoke sternly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
He had a feeling that this 2,002nd attempt might finally be the one to succeed.
However…
Just as he was about to finish cooking, a voice echoed from outside the door.
"Yi Feng requests an audience with the City Lord!"
The words nearly made Evil Wolf fling his wok into the air in fright…
【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.)
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
