Hearing these words, Gu Qingfeng’s pupils abruptly constricted.
Master!?
Young Master Yin actually has a master? What kind of existence could that be?
No wonder—though Young Master Yin’s strength was formidable, it was far from reaching the level of eradicating all gods in the world. So, there was someone behind him.
His master was likely an existence beyond the Divine Realm.
This was bad.
Ever since becoming the Equal King, Gu Qingfeng had thought it wouldn’t be long before he became invincible in the world. Yet now, he realized he was just a small fry.
Damn it!
His journey to invincibility had died before it even began.
“Alright, surrender quietly. Though your sneak attack earlier was decent, I forgot to mention—you’ve already been locked onto by my divine sense. No matter how much you feint or misdirect, you won’t land another sneak attack on me.” Young Master Yin smiled, exuding an air of absolute control.
Gu Qingfeng’s response was a punch.
Boom!
A coiling dragon roared forth from his body!
Young Master Yin’s eyes turned cold. “Truly reckless. Fine, I’ll put you down first.”
Swish!
He flicked his folding fan.
Countless invisible gales gathered and compressed before him, forming a terrifying sphere of swirling white energy.
“Eye of the Storm—go!”
The sphere shot forward with blinding speed, colliding with the hundred-zhang-long dragon in an instant.
The difference in size was immense.
Yet, upon impact, the dragon shattered inch by inch.
In the blink of an eye, the dragon dissipated, while the sphere remained unscathed, hurtling toward Gu Qingfeng.
Gu Qingfeng tried to dodge, but the sphere was too fast—there was no escape.
He had no choice but to brace himself.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion shook heaven and earth.
Gu Qingfeng’s figure was instantly swallowed by the terrifying gale.
Honestly, at this moment, Gu Qingfeng was already preparing to activate his Blood Rebirth technique. He could sense the power of this storm sphere.
Though it wouldn’t kill him, it would likely render him incapacitated.
To avoid capture, he had the Blood Rebirth ready to go.
But just as he was about to activate it, he froze.
Amidst the raging storm, countless razor-sharp wind blades slashed at his body, producing metallic clanging sounds.
“Why… does it not hurt?” Gu Qingfeng muttered in disbelief.
He could clearly sense the terrifying energy within each wind blade—his Black Dragon Indestructible Body should never have been able to withstand it.
Yet, the reality was that he remained unharmed. Not a scratch. It didn’t even hurt. In fact, it felt… oddly pleasant, as if countless gentle hands were giving him a full-body massage.
Could it be…?
Gu Qingfeng suddenly realized something.
Ding!
The system notification chimed.
Even an idiot would understand now. Gu Qingfeng was instantly ecstatic.
“Host attacked by the Howling Moon Silver Wolf.”
Defense +100,000 +100,000 +100,000…
Cultivation +100,000 +100,000 +100,000…
Wind Affinity +100,000 +100,000 +100,000…
Ding!
Defense has reached its limit. Congratulations, host! Black Dragon Indestructible Body has evolved (Advanced → Supreme). Derived talent acquired: Thunder Dominion!
Ding!
Cultivation has reached its limit. Congratulations, host! Cultivation breakthrough—Qi Refinement Second Layer! Third Layer! Fourth Layer! Fifth Layer!
Ding!
Wind Affinity has reached its limit. Congratulations, host! Acquired Wind God Physique!
BOOM!
An overwhelming aura erupted from Gu Qingfeng, surging like a rocket ascending into the heavens.
At the same time, his bones and muscles crackled like thunder, lightning flickering around him as if the God of Thunder had descended.
Gales coiled around his body, submitting to his will, as though he were the Wind God incarnate.
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Outside the storm.
Young Master Yin observed the raging tempest with mild interest, estimating that enough time had passed. He raised a hand, preparing to disperse the storm—lest he accidentally kill Gu Qingfeng.
But the moment he lifted his hand—
A tyrannical aura suddenly exploded from within the storm!
Following the surge of power, thunder roared and gales howled as if divine retribution had descended upon the world.
Young Master Yin’s expression darkened. What was happening?
“Keh keh keh…”
A maniacal laugh echoed from the storm.
The tempest instantly dissipated, revealing Gu Qingfeng’s figure.
Young Master Yin’s eyes flashed with shock as he stared at the completely unharmed Gu Qingfeng.
What!?
This ant was unscathed?
And why did he seem like a completely different person?
Young Master Yin’s gaze grew heavier. Gu Qingfeng’s current state was bizarre—not only had his aura skyrocketed, but his entire demeanor had transformed.
He now exuded the presence of a deity… or a demon.
Gu Qingfeng threw his head back and laughed wildly. His once-delicate face was now covered in fine dragon scales, radiating ferocity. His eyes brimmed with arrogance, lightning crackling around him as gales whipped his robes violently. He looked like a demon god descending upon the mortal realm.
For a moment, Young Master Yin even wondered if Gu Qingfeng was a demon himself—as if this was his true form, finally revealed.
Suddenly—
Gu Qingfeng’s laughter ceased. He turned his gaze toward Young Master Yin, eyes sharp enough to pierce souls.
Young Master Yin frowned, all traces of mockery vanishing from his face.
In Gu Qingfeng’s eyes, he saw:
The disdain of a god looking down on mortals.
The delight of a hunter spotting prey.
And the unrestrained madness of a demon.
Gu Qingfeng grinned savagely and spoke, word by word:
“So… you’re the one they call Young Master Yin?”
Young Master Yin’s anger flared. “Lowly ant, no matter where you got this power—”
“Shut the hell up!” Gu Qingfeng sneered, cutting him off. “You mangy mutt, you had me fooled! A damn wolf demon, calling yourself a ‘Sacred Clan’? Sacred my ass! Look at you—prancing around like some delicate maiden. Your parents must’ve been thrilled to get both a son and a daughter in one!”
“You dare—!” Young Master Yin’s fury erupted.
“Dare what?! Who the hell gave you the right to bark in front of me?!”
“DIE!”
Young Master Yin’s rage burned through his reason. Born into nobility, he had never suffered such humiliation. At this moment, he forgot all about capturing Gu Qingfeng’s master—his only thought was to kill him.
“Nine Heavens Gale!”
With a furious roar, the skies churned as a monstrous thousand-zhang tornado formed, hurtling toward Gu Qingfeng.
BOOM!
The tornado swallowed Gu Qingfeng whole.
Young Master Yin watched, a vicious satisfaction flashing in his eyes as he imagined Gu Qingfeng being torn to shreds.
But then—
A sinister chuckle echoed from within the tornado.
“Keh keh keh… Is that all you’ve got?”
Young Master Yin’s face twisted in disbelief.
“Impossible!”
This strike was unlike the Eye of the Storm—it was clear he had now unleashed his full power. Against such an attack, even a divine realm expert would stand no chance of survival!
【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.)
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
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.”
