The group of Grandmasters looked around in horror, their eyes darting frantically, but they couldn’t find any trace of Gu Qingfeng.
How was this possible? They had just teleported together moments ago—how could he vanish the moment they landed?
Slowly, a terrifying thought crept into their minds.
Could Gu Qingfeng have gone after the demons?!
The more they thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. After all, this was the same man who had publicly insulted a Great Demon at the Dragon Transformation Realm over a single meal. His audacity couldn’t simply be described as "bold"—it was more like he was made entirely of courage.
He must have slipped away the moment they landed, taking advantage of their exhaustion and momentary lapse in vigilance.
"What do we do now?" someone asked nervously.
"What else can we do? We have to go back and find him! If anything happens to Young Master Gu, do you think any of us will survive?"
The others shuddered at the thought.
Just as they were about to turn back, a figure emerged from the shadows.
"Young Master Gu!" one of the Grandmasters exclaimed in relief.
It was indeed Gu Qingfeng.
With a sullen expression, he walked up to the group and asked, "Does anyone know the way back?"
The Grandmasters: "......"
......
After the time it took an incense stick to burn, and after much collective persuasion, Gu Qingfeng finally gave up on returning. It wasn’t because of their eloquent arguments—it was because they had each promised him a lavish feast.
Of course, Gu Qingfeng wasn’t swayed by the prospect of a dozen feasts alone. No, it was mainly because he couldn’t wait any longer to become a prince.
Thus, he climbed back into his palanquin, and the journey resumed.
But alas, fate had other plans.
They hadn’t gone far before the palanquin came to another abrupt halt.
The sound of clashing blades erupted outside.
"Move quickly! While Qin Rusong is distracted, prioritize capturing him alive!"
The metallic clangs of swords colliding rang out incessantly.
"Tch." Inside the palanquin, Gu Qingfeng sighed, feeling the rage he had barely suppressed earlier surge back uncontrollably.
Why was becoming a prince so damn difficult?
He’d slaved away in the modern world, grinding through 9-to-6 jobs for most of his life. Finally, after transmigrating, wasn’t he entitled to enjoy the perks of being a prince? What was so wrong about that? Huh?!
Why did these people insist on standing in his way?
Why?!
Dammit!
They were all going to die!!
Swish!
The palanquin’s curtain was yanked open by one of the escorting Grandmasters, clutching his bleeding left arm. "Young Master Gu, there are too many enemies—you must..."
The Grandmaster’s words died in his throat.
He realized something was terribly wrong with Gu Qingfeng. His head was slightly lowered, his face hidden in shadow, his body trembling faintly. An invisible, terrifying aura was silently building around him—like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
For some reason, the sight of Gu Qingfeng in this state sent a primal chill down the Grandmaster’s spine. Goosebumps erupted across his skin as if he were staring at a monstrous demon.
"Young... Young Master Gu," the Grandmaster stammered involuntarily.
Suddenly, Gu Qingfeng snapped his head up. His eyes flashed like lightning, his expression dark and sinister. The upper half of his face remained shrouded in the palanquin’s shadows, but his lips—
He was smiling. A perfect, chilling curve, his teeth glinting like polished bone under the moonlight.
Gu Qingfeng’s gaze locked onto the Grandmaster, who instantly felt his hair stand on end. Overwhelmed by instinctive terror, he stumbled back, clearing the entrance.
Step by step, Gu Qingfeng emerged from the palanquin.
His appearance instantly drew the attention of the black-clad assailants.
"Now! Seize him! That’s Gu Qingfeng—don’t let him escape!" their leader barked.
In an instant, over twenty black-clad figures surged forward. All were Grandmaster-level experts, with their leader even being a Great Grandmaster.
The dozen or so escorting Grandmasters, drained from the teleportation array, could barely hold them off, buying only moments with desperate effort.
Gu Qingfeng stepped down and stood still.
His icy gaze swept over the attackers, his smile twisting into something truly monstrous.
The fastest among them had already closed the distance, triumph flashing in his eyes as he reached out to grab Gu Qingfeng—
Then, in that split second,
Gu Qingfeng’s lips parted. Two simple syllables, spoken with detached calm:
"Kneel."
The moment the word left his mouth, an apocalyptic wave of spiritual pressure erupted from him—like the detonation of an atomic bomb.
Boom!
The world itself seemed to warp.
The sheer force of his aura tore through the sky, scattering the clouds that veiled the moon, and slammed into the earth, shattering the ground beneath them.
The shockwave rippled outward.
Time seemed to freeze. Every consciousness in the vicinity was struck with an unprecedented impact, as if their skulls had been caved in by a sledgehammer. Their bodies locked up in eerie paralysis.
Then came the crushing weight—unbearable, inescapable.
Thud! Thud! Thud!...
As if choreographed, everyone collapsed to their knees, the earth cratering beneath them.
The black-clad attacker who had been mere centimeters from seizing Gu Qingfeng suddenly found that distance insurmountable. His body, mid-lunge, snapped downward like a puppet with its strings cut.
He slammed face-first into the ground, embedded so deeply he couldn’t twitch. Consciousness faded.
Silence.
The clamor of battle, the shouts—all of it vanished.
For miles around, no birds chirped, no leaves rustled, no insects buzzed.
The world had gone mute.
It was as if they were trapped in a silent film.
Every surviving person stared at Gu Qingfeng—the sole figure still standing—with abject, soul-rending terror. They were witnessing a demonic god.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Footsteps shattered the stillness.
Gu Qingfeng slowly approached one of the kneeling black-clad figures, looking down at him with cold detachment.
The man’s eyes were wide with primal fear. He wanted to flee, but the pressure was too immense—he couldn’t even tremble.
This was suppression at the level of the soul.
After a moment of scrutiny, Gu Qingfeng spoke softly, "Tell me... why is becoming a prince so difficult?"
Fear had stolen the man’s voice and thoughts.
Crunch!
Gu Qingfeng’s fist obliterated his skull like a watermelon dropped from a great height.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He moved to the next.
"Tell me... is there anything wrong with a boy from a small town earning a princedom through his own efforts?"
"N-no... nothing," the man choked out.
Crunch!
Another "watermelon" burst apart.
"Then why do you stand in his way? He never wished harm upon anyone. All he wanted was to live as a prince, to enjoy life—is that too much to ask?"
th】 【No prior gaming knowledge required】【The First Cultivation + Game Design Novel on the Platform】 In a world where the righteous path dominates and crushes the demonic sects, Lu Ze unlocks the "Son of the Demon Path" system. Killing righteous cultivators now grants him power-ups. Wait—deaths in illusions count too? As a former game designer, Lu Ze decides to give the cultivators of this world a little—no, a massive—shock... Sect Elders: "What is this 'Escape from the Demon Sect' game? Why have all our disciples abandoned cultivation to play it??" Elite Disciples: "You're saying... mastering 'Demon Slayer' can help us counter demonic schemes?" Reclusive Masters: "Why did I leave seclusion? Ask that backstabbing rat who ambushed me in 'Eternal Strife' yesterday!" Rogue Cultivators & Civilians: "'Immortal Abyss Action' is addictive! You can even earn spirit stones by loot-running..." Sect Prodigy: "My Dao heart is unshakable... except for that cursed black hammer." Royal Scions: "Can skins have stat boosts? I’ll pay 10,000 spirit stones for one!!" Sect Leader: "WHO IS CORRUPTING MY DISCIPLES?!!!"
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
