Witnessing this scene, Gu Qingfeng's smile gradually widened.
Talk about perfect timing—just when he needed a pillow, one came flying his way.
The next moment, the black lotus struck his body and shattered explosively.
Instantly, Gu Qingfeng was encased in a thick layer of black ice.
Ding!
Host has been attacked by the Fire Crow Taoist.
Fire Attribute +10,000 +10,000 +10,000 +......
Fire Attribute has reached its limit. Congratulations, Host—your Fire Spirit Body has advanced to a Fire God Body!
The Fire God Body—a sovereign among flames, capable of manipulating all fire in the world while also enhancing its destructive power.
Crack!
The black ice shattered, and Gu Qingfeng stepped out unharmed.
"Impossible!" The Fire Crow Taoist's face twisted in horror as he let out a frantic scream.
"Kekekeke..." Gu Qingfeng gave a sinister chuckle. "This is just the beginning. Watch closely."
He raised his right hand, fingers curling as if grasping the air.
"Flames, heed my call!"
At his command, the boundless black flames filling the space obeyed like divine decree, surging toward his palm in raging torrents of darkness.
The streams of black fire coalesced into a massive orb—a swirling void akin to a black hole.
This one was even larger than the one the Fire Crow Taoist had conjured earlier.
"Extreme Yang births Yin—Nether Yin Ghost Flame!"
The familiar incantation left Gu Qingfeng's lips.
A larger black lotus emerged from the abyss, drifting toward the Fire Crow Taoist.
The Fire Crow Taoist's soul nearly fled his body. Faced with mortal peril, he had no time to gawk. He knew all too well the lethality of the Nether Yin Ghost Flame—even a seventh-level Dragon Transformation cultivator would perish upon contact.
There was no blocking it—only dodging.
So, the Fire Crow Taoist dispelled his sealing array and turned to flee... only to slam straight into Gu Qingfeng's spatial barrier.
"Kekekeke... Weren’t you so bold earlier? Why run now?"
Gu Qingfeng controlled the black lotus, pursuing relentlessly. The Fire Crow Taoist had no breath left for words, desperately weaving through space in a frantic bid to escape.
Yet wherever the black lotus passed, everything froze. Endless black ice sealed off his evasion routes, shrinking his options further and further.
Finally—
The Fire Crow Taoist was cornered.
The black lotus loomed above him, its bone-chilling aura making his very soul feel as though it were freezing solid.
"No!!" The Fire Crow Taoist's eyes bulged with despair as he roared.
He channeled every ounce of his demonic energy, layering defenses before him—but nothing could halt the black lotus’s descent.
Just as it was about to consume him—
Snap!
A crisp sound rang out.
The black lotus shattered into nothingness.
"Want to live?" Gu Qingfeng stepped forward, looking down at the half-dead, trembling Fire Crow Taoist collapsed on the ground.
The Fire Crow Taoist froze for a moment before nodding frantically. "Yes!"
"Good. Get up and hit me."
The Fire Crow Taoist: "???"
Slap!
Gu Qingfeng backhanded him so hard his beak twisted sideways.
"Stand up. Use your full demonic power and hit me. Don’t make me repeat myself."
The Fire Crow Taoist seethed silently, too afraid to protest. He rose shakily, gathering his energy, still half-doubting Gu Qingfeng’s words.
Gu Qingfeng spread his arms, exposing his chest.
"Come on. Aim here."
Though suspicious, the Fire Crow Taoist saw no defenses—just an open invitation.
Hesitantly, he lashed out with a claw.
Mid-strike, he even stole glances at Gu Qingfeng's expression. But as the attack neared, his face twisted into vicious cruelty.
"Die!"
Boom!
The claw struck Gu Qingfeng’s chest dead-on.
Ding!
Host has been attacked by the Fire Crow Taoist.
Defense +20,000.
Gu Qingfeng frowned slightly. Why hadn’t he advanced yet?
"Again."
But the Fire Crow Taoist didn’t move. He stared dumbfounded at his own claw—now bent like a twisted branch—then at Gu Qingfeng’s unblemished chest, not even a scratch left behind. His mind short-circuited.
Slap!
"I said AGAIN, you deaf bastard!"
This slap actually straightened his beak back into place.
Pain and humiliation drove him to let out a furious howl. Gathering his demonic energy once more, he struck with his other claw.
Ding!
Host has been attacked by the Fire Crow Taoist.
Defense +20,000.
Slap!
"Again."
"AAAAAH!"
Boom!
Slap!
"AGAIN!"
......
After a dozen more brutal slaps, the Fire Crow Taoist’s face was no longer recognizable as a bird’s.
But now, his eyes held no anger—only abject terror.
A dozen full-powered attacks would have killed even a peak Dragon Transformation cultivator standing defenseless.
Yet this human remained completely unharmed!
And what about him?
His claws were shattered, his beak nearly knocked to the back of his skull.
Despite being a sixth-level Dragon Transformation demon, he was terrified. Truly terrified. This man was a monster—an indestructible monster!
For the first time in his life, he realized that hitting someone could be so excruciatingly painful.
"Kekekeke..." Gu Qingfeng suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. "I can feel the threshold! Just a little more! Come on, hit me again!"
Hearing that bone-chilling laugh, the Fire Crow Taoist curled into a trembling ball.
"G-Great One... please, no more... If I keep hitting you, I’ll die! Spare me!"
Slap!
"Shut the hell up! One last hit—I’m stuck halfway, and it’s unbearable!"
The Fire Crow Taoist looked down at his broken body and nearly wept.
"Great One... I’m fractured everywhere. I can’t..."
Slap!
"Are you stupid?! Use your head!"
The Fire Crow Taoist’s face paled further. Headbutt him?! That would kill him!
He shook his head violently, resisting with everything he had.
"Are you doing it or not? If not, I’ll castrate you."
"...Fine! Fine, I’ll do it!" The Fire Crow Taoist whimpered.
Thud!
He rammed his head into Gu Qingfeng’s chest.
Crack!
His skull split, his neck snapped—and he collapsed, unconscious.
Ding!
Host has been attacked by the Fire Crow Taoist.
Defense +10,000.
Congratulations, Host—Defense has reached its limit. Black Dragon Indestructible Body has advanced (Intermediate → Advanced).
"Kekekeke..." Gu Qingfeng laughed triumphantly. "Finally... FINALLY, I’ve advanced! My physical strength has reached the sixth level of Dragon Transformation!"
He glanced at the barely avian-shaped Fire Crow Taoist and kicked him. "Hey, stop faking. Wake up."
But the demon lay motionless, like a corpse.
Gu Qingfeng scowled. "Pathetic! First time seeing a demon knock itself out from hitting someone. Absolute trash!"
Cursing, he looted the Fire Crow Taoist’s body, retrieving a spatial ring. After wiping its imprint away, he rummaged inside and pulled out a healing pill.
Prying open the mangled beak, he dumped the entire bottle’s contents down the demon’s throat, then waited for him to wake up.
Although his physical body had reached the sixth level of the Dragon Transformation realm, it did not mean he was completely immune to the attacks of the Fire Crow Taoist—it merely reduced the damage significantly. Thus, there was still some scrap value left to exploit.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
