The Crown Prince's expression suddenly turned somewhat unpleasant, but when he thought of Gu Qingfeng's status, he couldn't help but feel deep apprehension. Even the Emperor had once compromised, allowing him to share the imperial throne. Now, compromising once himself wouldn’t be too much.
Huff.
The Crown Prince suppressed his rage, forcing himself to remain calm as he said, "Uncle..."
Yet these two words were unbearably difficult to utter. He paused and hesitated before finally gathering the breath to speak them.
Slap!
"You disrespectful brat! Calling me 'uncle' with such reluctance? Today, I’ll teach you a proper lesson, you unfilial nephew!" Gu Qingfeng scolded.
The Crown Prince stared blankly at Gu Qingfeng, the stinging pain on his cheek making him feel an overwhelming surge of fury and humiliation. I was about to call you! And you hit me?!
The guards standing nearby were stunned—the Crown Prince had just been slapped in public?
Their first instinct was to step forward and fulfill their duty, but considering Gu Qingfeng’s status, they hesitated.
"You dare strike me? I am the Crown Prince of this dynasty! How dare you?!" the Crown Prince exclaimed in disbelief and outrage, glaring at Gu Qingfeng.
"I'm in a bad mood today, and you’re the one I’m beating."
With that, Gu Qingfeng delivered another slap. The Crown Prince, a martial artist of no small skill—a grandmaster-level expert—tried to dodge. Yet Gu Qingfeng’s palm seemed enchanted, sealing off the entire space. No matter how the Crown Prince twisted, the slap still landed squarely on his face.
Feeling the satisfying feedback from his palm, Gu Qingfeng’s mood improved slightly, and he struck even harder.
He pinned the Crown Prince to the ground and began pummeling him mercilessly.
The poor grandmaster-level Crown Prince was tossed around like a ragdoll.
The guards could no longer stand by. They moved to intervene, but Gu Qingfeng activated his Phantom Demon Eyes, seizing control of their minds before continuing his brutal assault.
Gradually, the Crown Prince’s screams drew more and more onlookers. The crowd watched from a distance, murmuring in shock.
Powerful guards from the Crown Prince’s residence rushed to the scene, only to have their minds ensnared by a single glance from Gu Qingfeng.
"Gu Qingfeng! Even if you are the Equal King, assaulting me without cause is unforgivable! Tomorrow, I will denounce you before the imperial court!"
"Without cause? I was in a bad mood and came to beat you for relief. What’s wrong with that?"
Gu Qingfeng’s words left everyone’s jaws hanging. Beating the Crown Prince to vent his bad mood? Even the Emperor wouldn’t dare do something so outrageous!
"Is there no law left?! You beat me just because you’re in a bad mood? Why not beat someone else?!"
Slap!
"Too much damn talking. Don’t you know why I’m beating you? When I first arrived in the capital, you colluded with demons from the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom to ambush me—all to stop your father from taking the Ageless Pill. Wasn’t that your doing?"
The crowd gasped.
No one expected such a shocking revelation to drop so casually!
The Crown Prince panicked. If this accusation stuck in front of so many witnesses, his life would be over.
"You’re lying! Where’s your proof?!"
"Proof? Interesting. Since when do I need proof to act? If I say it was you, then it was you. No proof necessary."
"You—"
Thud!
Gu Qingfeng kicked the Crown Prince square in the mouth, cutting him off mid-sentence and sending a few front teeth down his throat.
A follow-up whip kick sent the Crown Prince into unconsciousness.
Looking at the battered, unrecognizable figure of the unconscious Crown Prince, Gu Qingfeng finally felt his mood lift.
With a wave of his hand, he declared, "Let’s go eat."
His entourage marched off in grand fashion.
As for cleaning up the aftermath?
Gu Qingfeng never gave it a thought. At his level, he could act with absolute impunity. The only thing he still feared was the arrival of "them" in two years.
......
Late at night.
Crown Prince’s residence.
The Crown Prince, his face swollen like a pig’s head, finally regained consciousness.
"Tsk!"
He sucked in a sharp breath, his entire body aching as if shattered.
But he ignored the pain, struggling to sit up. More than the physical agony, he was terrified of the implications of Gu Qingfeng’s words earlier that day.
So many had heard them. Even without evidence, the Emperor’s suspicion would be inevitable.
"Your Highness, you’re awake! Disaster has struck! The Emperor has already been informed of today’s events. My sources in the court say he has ordered an investigation. What should we do?"
"What about Gu Qingfeng’s assault on me?"
"The Emperor hasn’t mentioned a word of it."
Hearing this, the Crown Prince’s swollen eyes burned with hatred and fury.
But after the rage came a crushing sense of despair.
He knew he was finished.
Even if his schemes had been flawless, Gu Qingfeng’s words had planted the seed of doubt in the Emperor’s mind.
For an emperor, suspicion didn’t always require proof.
In truth, the Crown Prince had known his fate was sealed the moment the Emperor consumed the Ageless Pill. He just hadn’t wanted to admit it. Now, after the beating and the exposure, the end had only come faster.
What immortal emperor would tolerate the existence of a Crown Prince?
"Is this heaven’s will? Am I truly destined never to sit on the throne?"
"Oh, this young master thinks otherwise."
A playful voice suddenly echoed through the Crown Prince’s chamber.
"Who’s there?!" The Crown Prince’s trusted aide immediately drew his blade, shielding his master in alarm.
For someone to infiltrate the Crown Prince’s residence undetected—their strength was unimaginable.
Then, a figure materialized out of thin air.
The newcomer had delicate features, snow-white robes, and waist-length silver hair cascading like a waterfall. A blood-crystal earring dangled from his left ear.
He was undeniably beautiful—pity he was a man.
A roguish smirk played on his lips as he lazily fanned himself with a jade-inlaid folding fan, the very image of a carefree noble. In his other hand, he held a wanted poster bearing Gu Qingfeng’s likeness.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Crown Prince’s residence?!" the Crown Prince barked.
"This young master is the one who can make you emperor," the man replied with a smile.
"Hmph! As if—"
Hum!
An invisible shockwave erupted from the man, engulfing the Crown Prince and his aide.
In an instant, the aide collapsed, unconscious.
The Crown Prince, spared from the same fate, was instead overwhelmed by an indescribable pressure—like standing at the edge of an abyss, freezing in its depths.
Horror seized the Crown Prince’s heart. No one knew better than him his aide’s strength—a true Dragon Transformation Realm expert, third stage.
Yet this man had incapacitated him in a single move. What kind of power was this?!
"Who are you?!"
"Me?" The man snapped his fan shut and lightly tapped it against his palm, pondering for a moment before replying, "Hmm... According to your mortal conventions, you may address this young master as... a god."
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.
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.”
【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.)
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
