A moment later.
The Fire Crow Taoist slowly regained consciousness, his vision clearing to reveal the sinister grin of Gu Qingfeng.
"Ah!"
He let out a startled cry, nearly fainting again from terror, but Gu Qingfeng grabbed him by the scruff and yanked him upright.
Slap! Slap!
Two heavy smacks landed on his face.
"Feeling awake now?"
"Y-y-yes..." The Fire Crow Taoist nodded frantically.
"Good. Let’s continue."
The Fire Crow Taoist’s legs immediately gave way, nearly collapsing under his own weight.
"My lord, this humble demon has exhausted all his demonic energy. I truly can’t go on."
"Really? Nothing left?" Gu Qingfeng asked, half-skeptical.
"Absolutely, not a single drop remains!"
"Oh. Then you’re useless now." Gu Qingfeng raised his fist, preparing to smash the Fire Crow Taoist’s skull.
The Fire Crow Taoist’s face paled in horror. This man doesn’t follow the usual script at all!
Panicking, he shrieked, "My lord, spare me! Don’t you want to know who sent me? Aren’t you the least bit curious how a great demon like me, at the sixth level of Dragon Transformation, could waltz so deep into the heart of the Great Yan Dynasty without resistance? Or how I knew your exact whereabouts?"
Gu Qingfeng’s fist paused mid-air. "Now that you mention it, I am a little curious. Should we go through the formalities?"
The Fire Crow Taoist nodded like a madman. "Ask away, my lord! I’ll tell you everything!"
Whack!
"Why the hell should I ask? You just listed all the questions—just answer them!"
The Fire Crow Taoist grimaced, adjusting his nearly broken beak. "It was the Crown Prince of the Great Yan Dynasty. He contacted the Ten-Thousand Demon Nation, promised them benefits, and then I was sent here."
"Ah, the Crown Prince. Not surprising."
With that, Gu Qingfeng raised his fist again.
"W-wait! My lord, I’m still useful! Very useful!" the Fire Crow Taoist pleaded, cowering in fear.
"What use do you have?"
"My lord, I noticed you traveled here by palanquin. Might this humble demon have the honor of serving as your mount?"
"You?" Gu Qingfeng’s face twisted in disdain. "A measly sixth-level Dragon Transformation demon? And a crow, no less? Even Demon Pu is better than you. Riding you would be an embarrassment."
The Fire Crow Taoist was speechless. Since when was the sixth level of Dragon Transformation something to scoff at?
"My lord, don’t judge me just because I’m a crow. I carry a trace of the Golden Crow’s bloodline! That’s why I possess such mastery over fire. Riding me would be almost like riding a Golden Crow—just a tiny bit less impressive!"
Gu Qingfeng couldn’t help but laugh. "You really know how to flatter yourself. But fine, I might as well keep you. You said you’re from the Ten-Thousand Demon Nation? What’s that place?"
"The Ten-Thousand Demon Nation is a kingdom of demons and monsters—the largest demonic faction in existence. Just cross the Two Realms Mountain in the far west of the Great Yan Dynasty, and you’ll reach its lands."
"Oh." Gu Qingfeng nodded. "So it’s paradise. Nice place."
He was intrigued. Keeping the Fire Crow Taoist might not be a bad idea—at the very least, he could serve as a guide.
"Fine. Swear your loyalty to me."
"Eh?" The Fire Crow Taoist blinked, wondering if he’d misheard. Swear loyalty? Who still believes in verbal oaths these days?
He had fully expected to be branded with a curse or have his soul fragmented. As long as he survived, he could always find a way to break free once he returned to the Ten-Thousand Demon Nation.
But this man actually wanted... a promise?
Hahaha... No way. Is there really someone this naive?
"Y-yes! This humble demon swears it!" The Fire Crow Taoist raised his featherless wing in haste, spewing the most extravagant oaths he could think of.
An oath cost nothing, so he piled on the theatrics—pledging undying loyalty, swearing on his ancestors, even invoking absurd curses on himself.
Gu Qingfeng listened, satisfied. "Didn’t expect you to be so sincere."
Once the oath was complete, the Fire Crow Taoist asked eagerly, "My lord, does that suffice?"
"It does. From now on, you’re my mount."
I’m saved! The Fire Crow Taoist rejoiced inwardly. The moment Gu Qingfeng lifted the spatial seal, he’d bolt.
As a crow with a trace of the Golden Crow’s bloodline, he had absolute confidence in his speed.
But just as he was fantasizing about escape, a thin, ethereal line materialized in the air—an Oath Thread—binding itself to him.
The Fire Crow Taoist froze, his mind blank. He dumbly traced the thread with his eyes... and saw the other end connected to Gu Qingfeng.
Wait...
Why does this look so familiar? I’ve seen it in ancient texts before...
Oh no.
The Heavenly Demon Chronicles—
His thoughts screeched to a halt. His beak fell open, his entire body petrified.
"Y-y-you... a-a-are... a... Heavenly Demon!"
Whack!
Gu Qingfeng smacked him. "Quit stuttering! What’s so shocking about a Heavenly Demon? Control yourself—you’re my mount now. Don’t embarrass me!"
Thud.
The Fire Crow Taoist collapsed to his knees, trembling. "This lowly demon was blind! I failed to recognize your exalted true form—forgive my—"
"Enough. Keep it quiet. This stays between us."
"Y-yes! Understood!"
Suddenly, his broken bones didn’t matter anymore.
A Heavenly Demon! A being even mightier than the gods of legend! This must be his incarnate form in this realm! To serve such an unfathomable existence... I wouldn’t trade this even for the throne of the Ten-Thousand Demon Nation!
"Good. For now, I don’t need a mount. I have a task for you instead."
"Command me, exalted one! This humble demon would walk through fire for you!"
Gu Qingfeng nodded and explained his plan—to raid the Demon Suppression Prison and gather demons, mentioning his allies, Li Qianren and Su Mei.
Though the Fire Crow Taoist didn’t understand why he needed demons, he dismissed the thought. An existence like his must have profound reasons beyond my comprehension.
"Go, then." Gu Qingfeng dispelled the spatial barrier.
The Fire Crow Taoist kowtowed deeply before taking flight, glancing back repeatedly with reluctant reverence.
Among demons, strength was everything—their hierarchy was far more brutal than humanity’s. Survival of the fittest was carved into their bones. Now that he believed himself tied to a Heavenly Demon, the Fire Crow Taoist saw only glory ahead.
This is my chance to rise—to stand above all others!
And so, he flew off, already scheming how best to serve his newfound master.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
