The Azure Demon Emperor, his face twisted with ferocity and madness, suddenly pointed at Gu Qingfeng standing nearby. "Lord Holy Envoy! It was this human—he’s the one responsible!"
The Elephant Demon turned to look at Gu Qingfeng, who stood there with a faint smile, and froze in disbelief.
What the hell was going on?
The man who annihilated the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom was just standing there, right beside him?
And the two of them were acting so... cordial?
Through the stone mirror, the Elephant Demon scrutinized Gu Qingfeng, his gaze seemingly trying to pierce through the boundaries between realms to see the truth.
Just as the Azure Demon Emperor seemed about to speak again—
Bang!
His head exploded like a watermelon.
Naturally, this was Gu Qingfeng’s doing. Now that the real target had appeared, the Azure Demon Emperor had outlived his usefulness.
"Human! You dare?! How dare you commit murder in front of this Holy Envoy!" The Elephant Demon roared in fury, feeling his dignity had been utterly trampled upon.
He didn’t care about the Azure Demon Emperor’s life, but Gu Qingfeng’s actions were a blatant disregard for his authority.
And with the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom destroyed, who would gather sacrifices for the Holy Race now?
"So, you’re the Holy Envoy?" Gu Qingfeng sneered, looking down at the Elephant Demon with disdain.
Ignoring the question, the Elephant Demon glowered. "Human, do you have any idea what consequences your actions will bring?"
"Consequences my ss! What kind of two-faced, trunk-dck freak dares to spout nonsense in front of me? If you’ve got the balls, come down here and fight!"
The Elephant Demon was stunned. Never in his life had he been insulted like this—especially not by a lowly human from the lower realm, whom he considered mere livestock.
Once the shock wore off, humiliation and rage surged through him.
"Human! You seek death! How dare you insult this Holy Envoy?! I swear, I will tear you limb from limb!" The Elephant Demon bellowed, his voice like thunder, shaking the stone chamber through the mirror.
Gu Qingfeng casually picked at his ear. "Is the vocabulary of the upper realm this lacking too? I’m literally cursing you to your face, and the best you’ve got is ‘tear you limb from limb’?"
"You wretched human! When this Holy Envoy descends in a year, I’ll make you beg for—"
"Mercy? Death? Spare me the clichés." Gu Qingfeng cut him off. "Can’t you come up with something original?"
"Argh! You infuriate me! I will kill you!" The Elephant Demon was practically hopping in fury.
As a Holy Envoy of the upper realm, he had never been mocked like this by a mere ant from below. It was maddening!
"Ugh, spare me. You pathetic Holy Race trash—all you do is throw tantrums. If it weren’t for that trunk-dck of yours, I’d mistake you for a yapping mutt. Got the guts? Then come down here!"
The Elephant Demon wanted nothing more than to descend and slaughter Gu Qingfeng right then. But crossing realms wasn’t so simple—it required extensive preparations and massive energy expenditure. It wasn’t something he could just do on a whim.
If it were that easy, why would the Holy Race even need lackeys like the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom to gather sacrifices? They’d just do it themselves.
"You’re dead! You hear me, human?! You think defeating the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom means you can challenge the Holy Race? The might of the Holy Race is beyond anything a lowly ant like you could fathom! For an insect like you to dare provoke the exalted—"
"Ugh, this is painful." Gu Qingfeng groaned, cutting him off again. "Do you even have any insults besides ‘dead’ and ‘ant’? Listening to you makes me feel intellectually superior. That ridiculous trunk-face of yours can’t even hide how simple you are. If you’ve got a pair, stop yapping and come fight me. Got it?"
"RAAAAH! Human! If the passage weren’t still closed, I’d slaughter you where you stand!" The Elephant Demon was seething. The frustration of being insulted—and losing the verbal battle—was unbearable.
In the upper realm, conflicts rarely escalated to shouting matches—most just fought outright. As a result, the Elephant Demon’s insult game was weak, and facing a linguistic master like Gu Qingfeng left him floundering.
"Tsk tsk. All bark and no bite. You keep saying you’ll kill me—so do it. Or are you too scared? Just stuck there throwing a tantrum like a brat?"
"Scared?!" The Elephant Demon laughed in fury. "You’re nothing! A bug I could crush with one finger!"
"Then come down here!"
The Elephant Demon faltered. "Just wait. In a year, when the passage—"
"Ohhh, so you are scared. Too cowardly to come now."
"I’m not scared of sht! Why would I—"
"Then come down here!"
"If I could descend right now, I’d—"
"Ohhh, so you’re pretending you can’t come down because you’re terrified."
"YOU’RE FULL OF SHT! Since when would I fear a bug like you?!"
"Then come down here!"
"SCREW YOU AND YOUR—"
"Just admit you’re scared. I’ve met countless trash like you—uppity upper-realm snobs who look down on the lower realms. But let me guess: up there, you’re just some nobody, bullied and ignored, right? So you come here to feel important.
"Pathetic. And now, after all that big talk, you won’t even face me? If I were you, I’d crawl back into my mother’s—"
FZZT!
The stone mirror’s image cut off.
Gu Qingfeng, mid-insult, blinked—then exploded in fury. "You dare hang up on me?!"
He jabbed a finger at the mirror, rapidly tapping it to redial.
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Cangming Realm.
The Elephant Demon, still fuming from the earlier exchange, rampaged through his residence. His trunk lashed out with crushing force, smashing everything in its path.
"RAAAAH! I will kill you! Just you wait!"
Truth be told, Gu Qingfeng’s last verbal volley had broken him.
Because it hit home.
In the lower realm, he was a revered Holy Envoy—but in the upper realm? He was a nobody.
Since the strongest in Qing Realm were only at the Divine Realm level, the Holy Race didn’t bother sending powerful enforcers. Just someone slightly stronger was enough.
Why waste resources assigning a true expert to manage a slaughterhouse?
So Gu Qingfeng had nailed his insecurities.
The humiliation was unbearable. But since he couldn’t out-insult him, he’d hung up—before he died of rage.
He wanted nothing more than to descend immediately and butcher Gu Qingfeng. But he couldn’t.
Passage between realms only opened at scheduled intervals, when the higher-ups provided the necessary spirit stones to fuel the crossing.
If he wanted to go now? He’d have to pay out of pocket—and he wasn’t that desperate.
So he’d endure. Just one more year.
But then—
The stone mirror in his residence flickered to life again.
The Elephant Demon’s rage reignited.
"Oh, you’ve got a death wish!"
The Elephant Demon hesitated for a moment before deciding to answer.
Why?
Because he felt he hadn’t performed well earlier. Upon reflection, he thought he could now retort.
This was a feeling many people had experienced—being caught off guard by someone’s mockery, failing to react in the moment, and later stewing in frustration while replaying the scene in their mind, convinced they could have countered brilliantly if given another chance.
Now, the Elephant Demon was under the same illusion.
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.)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
