The shout from the Azure Demon Emperor served as a wake-up call for the demons and monsters, reminding them that Gu Qingfeng was merely a high-defense, low-offense meat shield.
At this moment, the demons shed their earlier terror, their confidence surging like a tidal wave.
As the saying goes, constant dripping wears away a stone. No matter how high his defense was, could it withstand the relentless assault of a thousand divine-realm demons? They could grind him down to death!
"Kill him!"
"Let this damned human witness our true power!"
"For His Majesty!"
...
An hour later.
The expressions of the demons once again twisted into horror.
"Is this guy even human?"
"Why won’t he die?!"
"What kind of monstrous physique is this?! We’ve been bombarding him for a full hour—the palace is practically flattened—and he’s still unharmed!"
"Not just that… do you feel that recoil force? Ugh—" A weaker divine-realm demon suddenly coughed up blood.
A sense of despair settled over the thousand-strong demon horde.
They had a sinking feeling that if this kept up, Gu Qingfeng would remain unscathed while they exhausted themselves to death.
Thankfully, his offensive power was "negligible"—otherwise, with such invincible resilience, they would’ve fled long ago.
The demons grew increasingly sluggish in their attacks.
Gu Qingfeng, who had been reveling in the euphoria of growing stronger, grew irritated.
I’ve been holding back to this extent—not killing a single demon in an hour—and these bastards dare to slack off?!
Damn it!
This couldn’t go on. He had to give them a sliver of hope.
Suddenly, his Oscar-worthy acting skills kicked in again.
At that moment, a pig-faced demon with a bloated, greasy head raised his rake in a numb, mechanical motion, striking halfheartedly at Gu Qingfeng’s skull.
Thud!
Gu Qingfeng’s ironclad body, which had stood unyielding like a war god, suddenly wobbled under the blow.
He swayed like a drunkard, teetering on the verge of collapse.
The pig demon stared at his rake in disbelief, then at Gu Qingfeng’s faltering stance. In an instant, ecstasy flooded his entire being.
"He’s about to fall!" The pig demon roared, his lethargy replaced by manic excitement.
His cry sent shockwaves through the horde.
"Huh?!"
"What?!"
"He’s finally weakening! Hahaha!"
In that moment, the previously listless demons jolted awake like zombies spotting fresh brains.
It was like office workers clocking out—instant rejuvenation!
"It was me! I did that!" the pig demon proudly declared to the crowd.
But no one paid him any heed.
This was like eating three steamed buns and crediting the third one for filling you up.
Was it really just that last bun? No—it was the cumulative effort of all three!
The demons stared at the staggering Gu Qingfeng with rapture, their faces alight with the joy of hard work paying off.
The Azure Demon Emperor, who had long joined the fray, bellowed, "Warriors! The dawn of victory is upon us—charge!"
"Whoever fells this damned human will be richly rewarded!"
Where there are rewards, there are brave souls.
The demons erupted with renewed ferocity.
"Kill him!"
"For His Majesty!"
"Let this damned human witness our true power!"
...
Another hour passed.
Half of the thousand demons had collapsed—exhausted, injured, or battered by recoil damage. Only a few hundred persisted, doggedly pressing on.
"Why won’t he fall?!" one demon howled in despair.
Gu Qingfeng now resembled a roly-poly doll, swaying precariously with every hit but never toppling.
"This guy’s a monster! He’s unkillable! He’s immortal!"
Morale shattered.
How could it not? A thousand divine-realm demons had wailed on him for two full hours—enough firepower to massacre the entire human population of the Qing Realm—yet he still stood!
No matter what they tried, nothing worked.
The shadow of despair loomed over the demon horde once more.
A terrified demon approached the Azure Demon Emperor.
"Your Majesty, his defense is too formidable. Perhaps we should trap him in a formation first?"
The Azure Demon Emperor shot Gu Qingfeng a look of bitter helplessness.
He didn’t want to imprison him—not yet. Rage festered in his heart.
No ruler could tolerate another man laying eyes on his beloved empress, let alone...
He wanted to torture Gu Qingfeng, to crush him underfoot and force him to beg for mercy.
But now, it seemed like a pipe dream. This man was an unkillable abomination.
Just as the Azure Demon Emperor hesitated—
Splat!
Gu Qingfeng’s face flushed red as he spat out a mouthful of blood, as if suffering internal injuries.
"He’s bleeding!"
"He’s finally hurt!"
The demons erupted in frenzied jubilation.
The Azure Demon Emperor’s spirits soared. "I understand now! While his body is indestructible, his internal organs aren’t as resilient. Our attacks may not breach his defense, but the shockwaves are damaging his insides!"
"Warriors, take your pills and push harder! Crush his organs! Rewards await!"
"Kill him!"
"For His Majesty!"
Watching the demons pop pills to fuel his own cultivation, Gu Qingfeng smirked inwardly. Worth forcing myself to cough up blood.
This acting is beyond Oscar-worthy.
An Oscar winner can cry on command, but can they vomit blood on cue?
Admittedly, Gu Qingfeng couldn’t either—until now. But with the Indestructible Demon Dragon Body’s cellular-level control, a little blood was child’s play.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The battle raged anew.
Another hour later.
The demons had exhausted their pill supplies, their bodies pushed to the brink—some even collapsing from severe injuries.
An eerie silence settled over the battlefield.
The sounds of combat vanished.
A clear radius of several yards formed around Gu Qingfeng—no demon dared approach.
The remaining conscious demons stared at his unyielding figure with the hollow-eyed dread reserved for true monsters.
They were terrified—genuinely terrified. The recoil damage wasn’t overwhelming, but hours of cumulative shocks were unbearable.
If this kept up, they’d die before he did!
Gu Qingfeng scanned the crowd and cursed inwardly.
Useless trash. No perseverance at all.
Fine. I’ll spit another mouthful of blood.
Splat!
He coughed up more blood.
Yet, bizarrely, the demons remained rooted at a distance, not a single one stepping forward.
Damn it!
Not even blood can bait you now?
Fine, have another!
Splat!
Another mouthful.
Still no movement.
The demons stared blankly, numb and unresponsive, as Gu Qingfeng spat blood like a broken faucet.
Gu Qingfeng flew into a rage. You wasted two mouthfuls of my blood, you bastards!
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.”
【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.
