The Dark Emperor frowned slightly—she had already decided to choose Gu Qingfeng.
It was obvious that Gu Qingfeng far surpassed Wei Guyun in both physique and character, making him the ideal candidate for a husband.
But as the Dark Emperor, she couldn’t ignore the unity of the Dark Realm.
Just as she was struggling with the dilemma, Gu Qingfeng spoke.
With a cold laugh, he said, "You think you can just demand a duel? Today, the Dark Emperor is choosing a worthy husband based on physique, not strength. If it were about strength, would a mere third-level Divine Realm trash like you even be in the running?
Honestly, with your level of power, I could crush you with one hand. Fighting you would be like bullying a child. Wei Guyun, I suggest you stop making a scene—everyone is watching."
Wei Guyun finally noticed the gazes of those around him. Indeed, their expressions had changed, looking at him as if he were a clown.
Some even frowned, their faces tinged with disgust, as if silently urging him to stop causing trouble.
Wei Guyun’s face turned pale, then flushed with anger. By now, he loathed Gu Qingfeng to the core, convinced that the man was nothing but a coward who didn’t dare face him in battle.
"Gu Qingfeng, you coward! You don’t dare—"
"Enough!" The Dark Emperor suddenly snapped, her voice icy.
"Dark Emperor, it’s not me—it’s Gu Qingfeng who—" Wei Guyun, seeing her anger, scrambled to defend himself, his desperate demeanor resembling that of a groveling sycophant.
"Brother Wei, you’ve overstepped today," the Dark Emperor said, her tone cool.
Though her words were not harsh, Wei Guyun staggered as if struck by lightning, nearly collapsing on the spot.
"I overstepped? I just don’t want you to be deceived by Gu Qingfeng!" Wei Guyun’s voice was low, almost tearing with anguish.
The Dark Emperor’s frown deepened. "Brother Wei, you’re exhausted. Go rest."
Wei Guyun wanted to say more, but when he met the Dark Emperor’s unfamiliar gaze—one he had never seen before—his spirit seemed to shatter in an instant, leaving him utterly lifeless.
Two perceptive Divine Realm experts quickly stepped forward, supporting him. "Dark Emperor, Brother Wei seems unwell. We’ll take him to rest."
With that, they led Wei Guyun away.
Gu Qingfeng watched Wei Guyun’s retreating figure with a cold smirk.
Fight me? Hah, keep dreaming.
In his current state, Gu Qingfeng could effortlessly crush Wei Guyun—but he refused to give him the satisfaction.
What was the most agonizing thing in the world?
The torment of "I could have."
I could have won. I could have succeeded. I could have…
That bitter regret, the gnawing frustration of believing you could triumph but being denied the chance—that was true suffering!
For someone as prideful as Wei Guyun, this kind of torment could even drive a man to his grave.
If Gu Qingfeng had defeated him outright, Wei Guyun might have despaired, but he would have consoled himself—"I gave my all, but my opponent was too strong."
But by refusing to fight?
Wei Guyun would be left drowning in resentment and humiliation, forever convinced he could have won—if only he’d had the chance.
And that was the agony Gu Qingfeng wanted. Daring to compete for his woman? He’d make sure Wei Guyun lived in misery!
With one rival dealt with, Gu Qingfeng turned to Jue Mingzi, his lips curling in amusement. "Brother Jue Mingzi, is there anything you’d like to challenge me to?"
The question instantly drew everyone’s attention to Jue Mingzi.
The old man’s face flushed red. Knowing the situation was hopeless, he forced a smile. "Brother Gu, you jest. With your peerless talent, this old man is no match. My earlier words were merely to set the stage for your brilliance.
Ahem—in fact, I just remembered urgent matters at home. I must take my leave."
With that, Jue Mingzi fled as if chased by demons.
Today, his dignity had been thoroughly trampled.
Having eliminated all competition, Gu Qingfeng turned excitedly toward the Dark Emperor.
Their eyes met.
"Brother Gu, would you—"
"I accept," Gu Qingfeng cut in eagerly.
Realizing he might have been too forward, he quickly added, "After all, it’s for the sake of humanity."
The Dark Emperor paused, then nodded. "Very well. In three days… we shall wed."
As she spoke, an unfamiliar flutter stirred in her heart.
No matter how formidable her strength or how lofty her status, she was still a woman. Faced with the gravity of marriage, even her unshakable composure wavered.
After announcing it, she suddenly felt the weight of everyone’s gazes and excused herself, departing swiftly.
The crowd of onlookers, their envy barely concealed, offered their congratulations to Gu Qingfeng before dispersing.
Left alone, Gu Qingfeng could no longer contain his joy. He grinned wildly.
To think a goddess like her would soon dance for him every day—no more torturous longing! Hahaha!
He was a simple man, unashamed of his emotions. Marrying a celestial beauty? Of course he’d celebrate!
After reveling in his triumph, Gu Qingfeng returned to his abode.
Three days was too long to wait—he’d have to summon Little Corpse Charm to ease his impatience for now.
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Three days later.
The Dark Realm was alive with festivity, a stark contrast to its usual solemnity. Red lanterns adorned key palaces, and the air buzzed with celebration.
In a side hall,
Guests filled the seats, the space aglow with light.
A newlywed couple stood at the center, their ceremony brief and efficient.
Soon, it was time for the bride to retire to the bridal chamber while the groom endured the traditional drinking gauntlet.
Once the Dark Emperor, veiled in red, had departed,
the Divine Realm experts swarmed Gu Qingfeng like wolves, lining up to toast him.
Gu Qingfeng smirked at the rowdy crowd—he wasn’t worried. With his Indestructible Demonic Dragon physique, even spiritual wine couldn’t intoxicate him.
"Brother Gu, congratulations! The Dark Emperor is the most beautiful woman in the Qing Realm. To have won her heart—you must drink this cup!" one Divine Realm cultivator cheered.
In high spirits, Gu Qingfeng downed it without hesitation.
"Cheers!"
"Hah! That’s the spirit!"
"Brother Gu, your capacity is astounding! Another toast!"
"And one from me! Today isn’t just your celebration—it’s a joyous occasion for the entire Dark Realm! Three cups in a row!"
Gu Qingfeng accepted every toast without refusal.
But as he drank, he suddenly noticed something amiss—damn it, poison!
Fortunately, his immunity to all toxins rendered it harmless.
With so many toasts, he couldn’t pinpoint which cup had been tainted, but he’d already consumed them all.
His gaze swept the crowd, landing on Wei Guyun.
Of course he’d show up.
Gu Qingfeng smirked inwardly.
No doubt the poison was his doing—slipped into a cup when no one was looking.

【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.)

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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.”