Upon hearing the word "god," the Crown Prince's pupils constricted sharply.
"You're a god? Do you have proof?"
"Hahaha..." The White-Clad Man suddenly burst into laughter. "Proof? Why should I prove anything to an ant like you?"
"You think your status as Crown Prince makes you noble? Little do you know, in my eyes, you're just a mere mortal. If not for rumors of a god appearing in the Great Yan Dynasty, someone of your standing would never have the privilege to lay eyes on me.
Let me make this clear—I’m only bothering with you because I find it tedious to deal with trivial matters myself. If you refuse to believe me, I can simply kill you and find another puppet."
The Crown Prince’s expression flickered uncertainly as he listened to the White-Clad Man’s arrogant words. At this point, he had no other choice.
"You claim you can help me become emperor. What do you want in return?"
The White-Clad Man handed the Crown Prince a portrait of Gu Qingfeng. "I only want the god behind him... and one million living souls. Agree to my terms, and I’ll ensure you ascend the throne."
"If I become emperor, a million lives is manageable. But what do you intend to do with the god behind Gu Qingfeng?"
"That’s none of your concern. I have my uses for it."
The Crown Prince grew increasingly unsettled by the White-Clad Man’s dismissive tone toward gods. "But that’s still a god we’re talking about. You..."
He trailed off, though his meaning was clear.
"Hahaha..." The White-Clad Man laughed again, louder this time. "I know what worries you. But you only need to understand one thing—the so-called gods of this world are nothing more than prey to me. If they are gods, then I am the Godslayer!"
The Crown Prince fell silent for a long moment, realizing he might have glimpsed a hidden facet of the world.
After a pause, he spoke again.
"What do you need me to do?"
"Hmm..." The White-Clad Man pondered briefly. "First, I’ll kill the emperor. You’ll then succeed him and publicly declare that his death was caused by consuming Gu Qingfeng’s Ageless Pill. Next, send men to ambush Gu Qingfeng and force the god behind him to reveal itself. Remember—my target is that god. Drive Gu Qingfeng into a corner so his master emerges.
I won’t show myself during this, lest his master flee in fear. Once you’ve drawn the god out, I’ll make my move."
The Crown Prince was utterly shaken by how casually the White-Clad Man spoke of regicide.
"My father is guarded by two Dragon Transformation peak experts, not to mention the royal family’s hidden trump cards. Can you really—"
"Ah, ignorant ant. You have no idea what you’re dealing with. No matter—you’ll see the results soon enough. Two Dragon Transformation experts? They’ll die like the rest. This world is far more terrifying than you imagine."
"Fine. If you can make me emperor, I’ll fulfill all your demands—the million lives, forcing Gu Qingfeng’s master to appear, everything."
"Good. Since we’ve settled the terms, I’ll go kill the emperor now."
"Wait."
The Crown Prince suddenly called out to him.
"Could you at least reveal who you are?" he pressed, staring intently at the White-Clad Man.
The man smirked. "You may call me Young Master Yin. As for my origins... I hail from the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom."
"The Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom?! Impossible!"
The Crown Prince paled. "If the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom had gods, the Great Yan Dynasty would have fallen long ago. You can’t be from there!"
"Hahaha! The Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom’s depths are beyond your comprehension. As for why we haven’t destroyed your dynasty—ever heard of killing the goose that lays golden eggs?"
With that, Young Master Yin vanished, leaving the Crown Prince alone, his face etched with horror.
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The Imperial Palace.
Young Master Yin gazed at the majestic structure, a smirk playing on his lips.
"One god, plus a million souls... Master will surely be pleased. Perhaps he’ll even grant me passage to the Upper Realm. Hahaha...
Fortune truly favors me. Who’d have thought there’d be such a foolish god in this world, flaunting itself so brazenly? Well, all the better for me."
Chuckling to himself, he disappeared into the palace.
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The Next Day.
Gu Qingfeng awoke slowly, pushing aside several pale limbs tangled around him before dressing.
"Time is short. I must visit the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom soon. Hopefully, they have a god there—otherwise, surviving the calamity in two years will be troublesome."
He muttered to himself, then reconsidered. If the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom truly had gods, would they really be trapped behind the Two Realms Mountain by the Great Yan Dynasty? They’d have invaded long ago.
Well, no use overthinking. I’ll go anyway. If nothing else, I’ll seek out Demon Pu and help him ascend to godhood.
As he finished washing up and prepared to leave, a guard stumbled in, panic-stricken.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! Disaster has struck!"
Gu Qingfeng frowned. "What’s with this undignified panic?"
"Your Highness, troops—a whole army—they’ve come to arrest you!"
Gu Qingfeng laughed. His first thought was that the Crown Prince, driven to desperation, was seeking revenge.
"Oh? Let’s see who dares lay hands on me!"
He strode out to the manor gates, where a sea of soldiers had encircled the estate. At their forefront stood the Crown Prince, his face still swollen like a pig’s head.
"My, what a grand display. Nephew, have you lost your mind, besieging your uncle’s home? Planning a rebellion?" Gu Qingfeng sneered.
The Crown Prince’s anger flared briefly before he coldly retorted, "Gu Qingfeng, your plot to murder the emperor last night has been exposed. Surrender now, and spare yourself further disgrace."
"Murder the emperor?!" Gu Qingfeng blinked. "The emperor’s dead?"
"Enough theatrics! You poisoned the Ageless Pill with a slow-acting toxin, causing His Majesty’s death last night. Did you think your scheme would go unnoticed?"
Holy shit. The emperor’s really dead? That was... abrupt.
"Interesting. Nephew, you’ve got nerve. Knowing the throne was beyond your reach, you resorted to patricide. I’ll give you credit for that."
"Silence! Guards! Execute this traitor at once!"
At the Crown Prince’s command, several auras erupted from the crowd, soaring skyward.
Gu Qingfeng’s eyes narrowed. Twenty-plus Dragon Transformation experts? The royal family’s throwing everything they’ve got at me.
Still, without any Dragon Transformation peak cultivators among them, he remained unfazed.
"Is this all you’ve got? Where are Situ Kong and Eunuch Xiang?"
"A dead man has no right to ask questions!"
"Tch. I don’t know what’s happened here, but since you’re hellbent on dying, don’t blame me for what comes next."
"Hahaha—!" The Crown Prince suddenly roared with laughter, as if hearing the world’s greatest joke.
"I’ve mobilized a hundred thousand Imperial Guards, over twenty Dragon Transformation experts, and hundreds of grandmasters—while you stand alone! What hope do you have?!"
"Keh keh keh..." Gu Qingfeng couldn't stop his maniacal laughter.
The Crown Prince felt chills running down his spine from that laughter.
"What are you laughing at!" he demanded.
"This prince laughs at what a fool you are! Who told you this prince came alone?"
Gu Qingfeng suddenly shifted his tone to one of authority and commanded: "My men, all of you - come forth now!"
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.)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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!
