Moments later.
The tornado dissipated.
Gu Qingfeng felt his cultivation rise to the sixth level of Qi Condensation and twisted his head left and right in a wicked grin. He casually tidied his hair, slightly messy from the gust of wind.
"To think it could mess up my hair. Quite an amusing trick," he sneered.
Young Master Yin lost all composure, staring in horror, and exclaimed, "Among the divine realm experts of the human race, there's absolutely no one who could take that strike unscathed! What kind of being are you?"
"Kehehehe... You want to know who I am? Worm—you’re not worthy!" Gu Qingfeng declared with disdain.
"Arrogant!" Young Master Yin’s pride was wounded, and fiery anger surged through him. "I, the noble heir of the mighty Saint Clan—how dare you perceive me as if I were some lowly..."
"Such tiresome noise. I truly must ask—is it that you're a wolf or a dog? Why are you so fond of barking? And Saint Clan, you say? You’re nothing more than a wolf demon. Kehehe... I’ve got to admit, you’re exceptionally talented... at telling jokes."
"Insufferable! I am a servant of the Upper Realm Saint Clan! By status and bloodline, I too am of the Saint Clan. How dare you compare me with inferior downworld demons and monsters!"
"My, oh my, since when did being someone’s lapdog become such a proud achievement?"
"Raahhh! I’ll kill you!" Young Master Yin’s expression twisted in unbridled fury.
At that moment, something bizarre began to happen to his body. A silver light radiated from him, pulsing ominously.
Gradually, his body swelled and expanded, inflating like a balloon, as if some extraordinary force was forcing its way out of him.
His form grew taller by the second—one zhang, two zhang, three zhang... Then a hundred zhang!
As his body enlarged, silver wolf fur began sprouting across his skin, his limbs warped into razor-sharp claws, and his teeth elongated into fearsome fangs…
Until at last, Young Master Yin fully transformed into his true form—a gigantic silver wolf towering a hundred zhang tall: the Howling Moon Silver Wolf!
From afar, his mammoth figure was akin to a mountainous peak.
Awooo!!
A spine-chilling howl erupted from his throat, shaking the heavens and earth.
Boom! Boom!
The ground trembled violently beneath the stampede of Young Master Yin. The thundering sound of footsteps resembled earthquakes that could make anyone tremble in terror at such a monstrous beast.
But Gu Qingfeng only felt immense delight.
"Kehehe... Today... the heavens themselves have destined me to ascend into godhood!" Gu Qingfeng uttered in a hauntingly low laugh.
At this very moment, the mountain weighing on Gu Qingfeng’s mind for the entire month lifted completely.
For the past month, he had trained relentlessly after hearing Jue Mingzi’s chilling words: "They have caused the realm to be without gods." The thought had left Gu Qingfeng’s young heart deeply shocked.
But now...
Gu Qingfeng had gleaned from Young Master Yin’s spoken words that "they" were likely Upper Realm Saint Clan entities, who presumably were creatures akin to demons! Otherwise, why would they take Young Master Yin as a servant?
Saint Clan likely refers to how the Upper Realm demons glorify themselves.
Damn them! Making me sweat day and night in bitter cultivation for a whole month—next chance I get, I'm wiping your kind clean off the map!
Boom!
The enormous wolf's claw, as vast as to blot out the sky, swung down fiercely toward Gu Qingfeng.
"Perfect!" Gu Qingfeng’s lips curled into a ruthless smile. "Just the opportunity I've been waiting for to test the ultimate Black Dragon Immortal Form!"
With a sudden burst of power, Gu Qingfeng’s body erupted with the apparition of a Flood Dragon. But now the projection was an awe-inspiring thousand zhang tall, coiled by coursing lightning, resembling an ancient Thunder Dragon of legend.
Gu Qingfeng unleashed a punch, and behind him, a dragon roared in fury.
Bang!
Fist collided with claw!
The scene was overwhelmingly shocking. Compared to Young Master Yin, Gu Qingfeng was like an ant facing a human.
This moment was eerily reminiscent of an ant trying to throw a punch at a full-grown adult.
However, in the very next second, something astonishing happened.
The two figures froze in place, locked in a deadlock.
Young Master Yin's face showed an expression of dread. It felt as though he had struck a timeless, immovable mountain, utterly incapable of shaking his opponent even slightly. To make matters worse, a faint backlash force had come through the punch, roughly equivalent to one-fifth of his own strength.
Ding!
[Host has been attacked by the Howling Moon Silver Wolf.]
[Defense +200,000 +200,000 +200,000…]
[Cultivation +200,000 +200,000 +200,000…]
Compared to Young Master Yin’s shock, Gu Qingfeng was brimming with arrogance, his laughter growing wild and unrestrained.
This single exchange had elevated him to the seventh stage of Qi Condensation!
Moreover, the progress bar for his "Ultimate Black Dragon Undying Body" had grown significantly, edging closer to the next breakthrough.
Gu Qingfeng quickly gauged the power granted by the Ultimate Black Dragon Undying Body. While it still couldn’t match Young Master Yin for now, he estimated it was approximately equivalent to someone at the early stage of the Divine Realm.
Swish!
After his initial shock, Young Master Yin attacked again, his razor-sharp claws aiming to tear Gu Qingfeng to shreds.
Gu Qingfeng didn’t dodge or retreat, instead choosing to go head-to-head with him, engaging in an all-out brawl.
In truth, he could have stood still and calmly waited for his strength to increase further. But relying on his experience from battling tens of thousands of demons and monsters, he knew that when the situation called for feigned fighting, one must feign it convincingly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The clash between the two was earth-shattering. Mountains crumbled, the ground sank, and within a few short exchanges, a radius of dozens of miles had been reduced to rubble.
The more they fought, the more exhilarated Gu Qingfeng grew. He even resorted to taunts, stoking Young Master Yin’s rage.
“Did you forget your meal before leaving today? Why is your strength so pathetic?”
“Did your master have you neutered recently? Is that why you’re so weak?”
…
A whole barrage of trash talk, steeped in venomous insults, caused Young Master Yin’s eyes to turn blood-red. He completely lost his rationality, entering a berserk state where his combat power surged.
And just like that, Gu Qingfeng’s power rose along with his adversary’s.
In just a few short moments, his cultivation had risen to the eighth stage of Qi Condensation.
At that very moment, the system’s jubilant announcement suddenly rang out:
Ding!
[Host’s defense has reached its limit. Ultimate Black Dragon Undying Body evolved. Congratulations, Host, on obtaining the {Undying Demon Dragon Body (Beginner)}.]
Gu Qingfeng immediately felt a rush of exhilaration.
In that instant, he sensed an unprecedented transformation in his body, a terrifying change at the fundamental level of life itself. Each cell in his body seemed to cheer and rejoice, radiating vitality.
The sheer activeness of his cells gave him a faint sense that, even if his body were destroyed to the point where only a single cell remained, he would still be able to regenerate completely.
Was this the essence of the “Undying Will”?
Truly incredible!
Moreover, aside from the “Undying Will,” Gu Qingfeng could feel the immense power granted by the Undying Demon Dragon Body — a force so immense it seemed capable of destroying the heavens and breaking the earth.
The strength was so overwhelming that Gu Qingfeng couldn’t help but feel an impulsive urge to roar at the sky.
At this moment, he harbored dissatisfaction with the heavens for lacking a handle to grip and with the earth for lacking a ring to shake.
If the heavens had a handle, Gu Qingfeng reckoned he could tug the sky down; if the earth had a ring, he'd surely lift the ground itself.
Of course, this arrogance was merely an illusion spawned by the sudden surge of power. To truly hold up the heavens and earth, the basic Infernal Dragon Body was far from sufficient.
It's also worth mentioning that the Flood Dragon bloodline within Gu Qingfeng had disappeared entirely, devoured by the Infernal Dragon Body. From now on, there would be no more Flood Dragon—only the Infernal Dragon remained.
【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.)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
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.”
