Although they had only interacted seven times, Gu Qingfeng already had a good understanding of Shang Xinyan's personality. She was a woman who would go to such lengths for the sake of humanity and her family—once she made a decision, she would never change it.
So Gu Qingfeng wouldn’t try to persuade her not to go to the Upper Realm to her death, because it would be pointless.
Instead, he gently patted Shang Xinyan’s shoulder and said softly, "Leave everything to me."
"Mm." For the first time ever, Shang Xinyan leaned against Gu Qingfeng’s shoulder. At this moment, she felt a deep sense of happiness—the happiness of being understood and having her wishes respected.
For a strong and independent woman like her, what she needed was never well-meaning advice from others, but someone who would silently support her no matter what decision she made—even if that decision seemed wrong to everyone else, that person would still stand by her.
But what Shang Xinyan didn’t know was that when Gu Qingfeng said, "Leave everything to me," he didn’t mean it in the way she understood—taking over the grand formation for her so she could go to the Upper Realm. He meant it in the most literal sense possible.
Everything.
Gu Qingfeng couldn’t bear to watch his wife go to the Upper Realm alone to die, nor could he stand by and let a hero suffer a lifetime of misery and torment.
He would protect humanity, and he would save his father-in-law. He wanted it all!
There must be a way to have both—to tear through the storm clouds and finally see the clear sky!
And today, Gu Qingfeng would use that dual method (the system) to give everyone a perfect ending.
Perhaps this was the meaning of him, a transmigrator, obtaining a system that made him stronger every time he was attacked by demons in this monster-infested world.
Of course, Gu Qingfeng wasn’t doing any of this for some grand meaning, nor did he possess any noble virtues. He was no saint.
In this life, all he wanted was to follow his heart—to do as he pleased!
What did it mean to do as he pleased?
Did it feel good to watch demons treat humans like livestock?
Did it feel good to watch demons torment a hero like this?
Did it feel good to see his wife heartbroken every day?
No!
If it didn’t feel good, could it really be called doing as he pleased? So what should he do when it didn’t feel good?
If it didn’t feel good—then he’d just smash them to pieces!!!
......
The two of them leaned against each other like this for a while, each lost in their own thoughts.
Suddenly, Gu Qingfeng said softly, "It’s getting late, Yan’er. Let’s rest."
In all honesty, when he said "rest" today, he truly meant rest. After all, Shang Xinyan had just finished crying and was in low spirits—it really wasn’t the right time for exercise.
But to his surprise, Shang Xinyan took the initiative.
"Yan’er, you…?"
Shang Xinyan’s cheeks flushed slightly. "We haven’t succeeded yet."
"Then get off. It’s harder to succeed if you’re on top."
"Why?"
Gu Qingfeng gave her a detailed explanation of the relevant knowledge, turning Shang Xinyan’s fair cheeks into bright red apples. Then, she obediently let him have his way.
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Sorry, brothers—I’m stuck. Really stuck. Maybe it’s because these last few chapters have been too mentally taxing, leaving the author feeling drained. Whatever the reason, inspiration has completely dried up today. I’ve been sitting in front of my computer for three hours, and aside from eating, gaming, going to the bathroom, and watching variety shows, I haven’t moved an inch. Today just isn’t happening—not a single word is coming out.
Hahaha, just kidding! That was all just to pad the word count because I couldn’t post anything under a thousand characters. So here’s some awkward small talk with you all.
My apologies, everyone. Let me sort out my thoughts tomorrow and make it up to you then. Honestly, with so many people waiting for updates, the author being this unreliable really makes me feel guilty—for a whole two seconds, at least.
But seriously, thank you all for your support. Your encouragement is my motivation to keep writing. As long as my brain cooperates, I’ll do my best to update more tomorrow.
【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.)
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.”
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.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
