The next day.
"You may have taken my body, but you'll never possess my heart!"
As Gu Qingfeng listened to the White Fox Queen's dramatic line, he couldn't shake off a strange sense of déjà vu.
"Why would I want your heart? What use is that thing?"
The White Fox Queen froze momentarily before gritting her teeth in fury. "You bastard! You're not even human—just a monster wearing human skin!"
Gu Qingfeng was taken aback by her accusation. "Hey now, shouldn’t I be the one saying that? Between the two of us, who’s really the monster in disguise? Don’t you have any self-awareness?"
"Hmph! The world only fears the wickedness of demons, yet they fail to see that human hearts are a hundred times more treacherous!"
Slap!
A sharp strike landed on the White Fox Queen’s delicate face, leaving a vivid red mark.
"Cut the theatrics, you damn fox spirit. Weren’t you all too happy helping the Sacred Clan abduct people?"
"You hit me! You struck a woman! Are you even a man?!" the White Fox Queen shrieked, clutching her cheek.
"Once the Sacred Clan descends, they’ll never let you—gurk!"
Before she could finish, a large hand clamped around her slender, pale neck.
Her face flushed crimson as she thrashed wildly, but it was futile.
Gu Qingfeng calmly watched her peach-blossom eyes—first filled with shock and hatred, then gradually overtaken by sheer terror as the seconds dragged on.
"Next time, think carefully before you speak. Remember, a weakling’s defiance only means they’re ready to die. So tell me… are you ready?"
His soft, almost tender tone sounded like a lover’s whisper, but to the White Fox Queen, it was the chilling voice of a vengeful ghost from the depths of hell.
In that instant, her entire body turned ice-cold, as if plunged into an abyss.
She realized this man wasn’t like the others—he wouldn’t tolerate her antics just because of her beauty.
She had always been confident, believing no man could bring himself to kill her, no matter how grave her mistakes.
But now, for the first time, that confidence wavered.
This man, though more lustful than any other, was also colder and crueler than anyone she’d ever met.
Defying him truly meant death.
"P-please… spare…" she gasped, struggling for breath.
Suddenly, the grip loosened.
"Hah… hah…" The White Fox Queen gulped down air greedily, clinging to life.
"Here’s your chance to live," Gu Qingfeng said indifferently. "Swear loyalty to me as your master, and you’ll survive."
Without hesitation, she began reciting an oath.
But Gu Qingfeng frowned. "Not good enough. Make it nastier."
"Is ‘struck by lightning and die horribly’ not enough?!"
"Women care most about their looks. Change it to: ‘If I betray you, may my face fester, my feet rot, my skin ulcerate, and my body reek of decay…’"
Each vile phrase made the White Fox Queen tremble. Her beauty was her pride—this oath was pure torment.
Yet, under his threat, she had no choice but to comply.
It’s just words, she reassured herself. It’s not real.
But the moment she finished the oath, her face paled in horror.
A glowing thread of binding had formed between her and Gu Qingfeng.
"You—you’re a Voidfiend?!"
He didn’t bother explaining. "All you need to know is that I’m your master now."
The White Fox Queen wept silently. The truth was undeniable—his words no longer mattered.
Her limbs turned cold with dread. She was doomed—not just because of his identity, but because the price of betrayal was unthinkable. The mere image of herself disfigured made her shudder.
"Stop your damn crying. I can’t stand sniveling women—it’s bad luck."
Terrified, she hastily wiped her tears with delicate fingers.
"Tell me," Gu Qingfeng demanded. "Aside from the Azure Demon Emperor, is there anyone else in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom who can contact the Sacred Clan?"
She shook her head timidly. "No one else."
His brow furrowed. "Then what does the Azure Demon Emperor care about most?"
"Me."
"Bullshit! If he cared, why hasn’t he called the Sacred Clan?"
"Because he’s afraid! The Sacred Clan is ruthless—they don’t see us demons as kin. If His—if the Azure Demon Emperor contacted them over this, they’d slaughter him the moment they descended!"
"So he’d rather let you suffer than risk his own neck? That’s what you call ‘care’?"
The White Fox Queen paused. Now that she thought about it… he was right.
That man had sworn his love for her, yet he wouldn’t even die for her.
Was that really love?
【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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.
