Great Yan Dynasty, Imperial Capital.
Countless soldiers were cleaning up the streets in the aftermath.
Gu Qingfeng had unleashed tens of thousands of demons, making everyone in the capital believe they were under invasion. People fled in panic, crimes ran rampant, and the city descended into chaos, as if the world were ending.
Fortunately, Gu Qingfeng left with his demon army, allowing the Crown Prince to step forward and swiftly win over the people. He branded Gu Qingfeng as an evil demon, spreading propaganda that he had disguised himself as a human with sinister intentions, infiltrated the palace, and murdered the Emperor.
Meanwhile, the Crown Prince portrayed himself as the savior—the one who held the crumbling empire together, rescued the people from disaster, and was destined to be a legendary ruler.
At this moment, the Crown Prince sat arrogantly upon the dragon throne, his face alight with triumph.
This was a position he had never dared dream of before, yet now, with Young Master Yin’s help, he had seized it effortlessly.
The price? Merely a million lives.
The Great Yan Dynasty had a population in the hundreds of millions—what did a mere million matter?
All he had to do was claim that a border city had been wiped out by demons.
For the first time, the Crown Prince truly understood the saying: It’s easy to enjoy shade when you lean against a great tree.
Yes, Young Master Yin was domineering and arrogant—but so what? As long as he delivered what was promised, such flaws were insignificant.
What did it matter if he was a demon?
The Crown Prince had already made up his mind. He would curry favor with Young Master Yin at all costs, dedicating the nation’s resources to please him. After all, his throne was still unstable—his foolish younger brothers were already plotting against him.
"Summon one hundred virgin boys and girls. Clean them thoroughly and lock them up," the Crown Prince commanded his subordinates.
This was the feast he had prepared for Young Master Yin. Demons loved human flesh, especially tender children.
In the Crown Prince’s mind, Young Master Yin would surely eliminate Gu Qingfeng and his master, returning victorious before long. After a fierce battle, he would surely be hungry.
"Well, well, nephew. Your tastes have grown quite... refined."
The Crown Prince jolted in shock. "Who’s there?!"
He spun around—only to find a face twisted in a sinister grin staring straight at him.
"Gu... Gu Qingfeng?!"
The Crown Prince stumbled off the dragon throne as if he’d seen a ghost.
"You—you’re not dead?! Guards! Protect me! PROTECT ME!"
Panicked, he screamed for help.
Soon, a swarm of guards and his trusted aides—experts at the Dragon Transformation Realm—flooded the hall, their numbers growing by the second.
Gu Qingfeng watched indifferently as the Crown Prince summoned reinforcements. He leisurely took a seat on the dragon throne, running his fingers over its armrests with a sigh.
"Ah, not long ago, this throne was shared between me and my dear brother, the Emperor. Who would’ve thought his own unfilial son would murder him? How tragic. How pitiful."
"Gu Qingfeng! Stop spouting nonsense! My father was poisoned by your Ageless Pill! Where is Young Master Yin? You fled like a coward when he chased you—how dare you return?!"
"Fled like a coward?" Gu Qingfeng sneered. "I was merely concerned for the citizens of the capital. I couldn’t bear to fight that insect within the city walls and risk harming innocents.
As for Young Master Yin? Here, take a look."
With that, Gu Qingfeng retrieved a grotesque, mangled wolf’s head from his spatial ring and tossed it onto the palace floor.
BOOM!
The sheer weight of the head cratered the marble tiles upon impact.
Waste not, want not—thrift was ingrained in every descendant of Huaxia. Naturally, Gu Qingfeng wouldn’t let a Divine Realm demon’s corpse go to waste. He planned to feed it to his demon subordinates to boost their strength.
The crowd stared at the massive wolf’s head, their pupils trembling.
Every person present was a martial artist—they could all sense the terrifying pressure radiating from the remains.
A power that surpassed the Dragon Transformation Realm.
"You killed Young Master Yin?! Impossible!" The Crown Prince’s voice cracked with disbelief.
"Why is that so hard to believe? And don’t worry—you’re next." Gu Qingfeng grinned savagely.
The Crown Prince’s face paled. "KILL HIM! NOW!"
He scrambled backward, desperate to escape, while ordering his men to attack.
But in the next instant, an invisible ripple emanated from Gu Qingfeng.
In a flash, everyone in the hall froze in place.
Their souls felt as if they had been encased in ice—not a single finger could twitch.
It was as though the gaze of an abyssal demon god had locked onto them.
And this was Gu Qingfeng holding back. Had he unleashed even a fraction of his divine aura, they would have been obliterated—body and soul.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Gu Qingfeng strolled past the paralyzed guards until he stood before the Crown Prince.
Sweat poured down the prince’s face, his fear reaching its peak.
"W-what are you going to do?!"
"Do? Why, reunite you with your father, of course." Gu Qingfeng smiled.
The Crown Prince’s pupils shrank—he opened his mouth to beg for mercy.
SPLAT!
Gu Qingfeng’s fist exploded through his skull.
Blood and brain matter splattered across the guards. Some of the weaker-willed ones wet themselves in terror.
"Tell me—what’s so great about being Emperor? What could drive a son to kill his own father? I’m genuinely curious. Maybe... I should try being Emperor myself?"
The crowd was stunned.
"Hmm, it makes sense. Half this empire already belonged to me. Now that the Emperor is dead, and the Crown Prince is dead... shouldn’t it be my turn? Besides, a man should experience everything in life—otherwise, what’s the point?"
Gu Qingfeng reclined on the dragon throne once more. The idea of becoming Emperor had struck him on a whim.
He’d never done it before—so why not try it now?
It wasn’t like it would interfere with his plans.
Of course, he knew that if he claimed the throne, many would oppose him, calling his rule illegitimate.
But that didn’t matter.
He had the Oath of Submission.
Suddenly, a crimson light flashed in Gu Qingfeng’s eyes—the Illusory Spirit Heavenly Demon Pupils activated.
Instantly, everyone in the hall fell into a trance, their eyes vacant, like puppets.
"Swear your allegiance."
Under Gu Qingfeng’s control, they began reciting the oath.
By the time they regained their senses, they had all become his loyal hounds.
Gu Qingfeng repeated the process, ordering them to summon every Dragon Transformation Realm expert in the palace, every high-ranking official—anyone of importance.
Hypnotize. Swear. Enslave.
After a day, Gu Qingfeng had subjugated over ten thousand nobles and officials, effectively seizing complete control of the Great Yan Dynasty’s imperial court.
From then on, no one dared oppose his claim to the throne.
His ministers were fanatically loyal—so much so that he could rule as a hands-off Emperor, skipping court for a year without fear of rebellion.
Moreover, Gu Qingfeng issued a decree: no corruption, no bribery, no oppression of the people. Every official was to serve with integrity, dedicating themselves to the welfare of the nation.
With these reforms, the Great Yan Dynasty entered an unprecedented golden age.
Not a single treacherous official remained in court.
Gu Qingfeng found this quite satisfying. Though he was cruel and tyrannical, he also enjoyed times of peace and prosperity—because only in such an era could he truly have his fun. What was the point if the world was constantly ravaged by war, with entertainment in decline and young girls too afraid to even step outside?
This world... needed only one villain like him.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
