"Who dares to cause trouble at the Gates of Hell!"
"Truly, the road to heaven is ignored, while the path to hell is willingly taken!"
Several furious shouts erupted from within the Gates of Hell, followed by streaks of light flashing as figures flew out from the mountain gate. Moments later, the massive gates swung open, and disciples guarding the entrance poured out like a tidal wave.
Faced with such a formidable display, the Sword Sect's Holy Sons paled, and Sword Maniac exclaimed in shock, "The Gates of Hell still has ten Celestial Realm experts! And leading them is the five-tribulation Celestial—Netherworld Old Monster!"
Chu Jingchen's expression was grave, but his eyes burned with fighting spirit. "What’s there to fear? Form the formation!"
The others quickly assumed their positions, but when they glanced at Gu Qingfeng, they froze. He hadn’t moved an inch, instead standing with his arms crossed, his face filled with arrogance and disdain.
"Elder Gu, hurry and join the formation!" Sword Maniac urged anxiously.
"Formation? What a joke. These weaklings can be crushed with a single hand from this venerable one."
Such audacious words made the others roll their eyes. Among them, Gu Qingfeng had the lowest cultivation. Even if he possessed the Four Sacred Physiques and combat power rivaling a Celestial Realm expert, what could he do against ten Celestial Realm opponents, one of whom was a five-tribulation expert?
Gu Qingfeng’s words were spoken without restraint, and everyone heard them clearly.
The ten Celestial Realm experts from the Gates of Hell halted not far away. Their leader, Netherworld Old Monster, sneered coldly, "Brat, you’ve got quite the mouth on you!"
Then, noticing the disciples' robes Gu Qingfeng and the others wore, he scoffed, "So it’s just a pack of stray dogs from the Sword Sect. Judging by your looks, you must be the Sword Sect’s Imperial Son, Gu Qingfeng?
"I don’t know what trick you used to come here and throw your lives away, but since you’ve delivered yourselves to me, I won’t refuse this gift. Prepare to die!"
As he spoke, Netherworld Old Monster unleashed a surge of immense power. A dense crimson light erupted like a volcano, staining the sky blood-red.
Yet, he didn’t attack immediately. Instead, he warily scanned the surroundings—the Sword Sect’s sudden appearance was too suspicious. He suspected hidden reinforcements.
The Sword Sect’s Holy Sons grew even more frantic, urging Gu Qingfeng to join the formation. But Gu Qingfeng only replied with four words: "All of you, step back."
Sword Maniac suddenly had an idea and whispered to Nangong Xue, "Senior Sister Nangong, please try to persuade Elder Gu."
"Me? How could I possibly persuade him?"
"Just be gentle. If you don’t know how, think about how Senior Sister Ling would do it."
"Fei’er?" Nangong Xue bit her delicate lips, hesitating. "I... I’ll try."
With slight awkwardness, she approached Gu Qingfeng and spoke in the softest voice she could muster, "Elder Gu, let’s form the formation to face the enemy."
"No need for such trouble. Just stand back and watch."
Seeing Gu Qingfeng unmoved, Nangong Xue gritted her teeth and imitated Ling Fei’er’s mannerisms. She stepped closer, grabbed his arm, and began shaking it gently. "E-Elder Gu, I know you’re strong, but we also want to test ourselves. We’ve trained with the Seven Swords Immortal-Slaying Formation for so long and haven’t had a chance to use it yet..."
Gu Qingfeng watched Nangong Xue’s rare display of girlish pleading, but his resolve remained unshaken.
What a joke. Before this venerable one transmigrated, I spent ten years slaughtering fish at Da Run Fa. My heart is as cold as the blade in my hand—how could I waver for a woman?
But… I have been practicing the Seven Swords Immortal-Slaying Formation for a while now. I wonder just how powerful it really is.
Gu Qingfeng subtly shifted his arm closer to Nangong Xue, making her blush and quickly pull away.
"Fine. Let’s form the formation."
The group swiftly took their positions.
"Enough with the theatrics, brats! Call out your elders—no need to hide them!" Netherworld Old Monster taunted.
Though he appeared aggressive, he was no fool. He refused to believe the Sword Sect would send mere juniors to their deaths. This had to be a trap.
And now they were pretending to form a formation? Who were they trying to fool?
If he and his forces chased them beyond the mountain gates, hidden Sword Sect experts would surely ambush them. Better to stay near the entrance—if anything went wrong, they could retreat inside and rely on the mountain’s defensive barriers.
By now, the Seven Swords Immortal-Slaying Formation was complete. A radiant seven-colored glow illuminated half the sky, clashing against the blood-red light from the enemy.
Behind each member, phantom-like figures materialized.
Behind Gu Qingfeng loomed the Void Thunder Dragon. Lin Runzhi’s was the Sacred Warding Tree. Long Yangping’s took the form of the True Phoenix...
One after another, the silhouettes of ancient mythical beasts solidified—manifestations of the Seven Swords’ will.
The Gates of Hell’s Celestial Realm experts paled at the sight.
"What kind of formation is this? Such terrifying power!" someone cried out.
"The strongest among them is only at the third level of the Celestial Realm, and just one at that. The rest are ordinary Celestials, and the Sword Sect’s Imperial Son is merely at the Earth Yuan Realm. Yet, the aura of this formation rivals a five-tribulation Celestial!"
The Seven Swords Immortal-Slaying Formation had vanished from the world for five thousand years after the loss of the Reverse Scale Sword. Thus, the Gates of Hell had no idea what they were facing.
Gu Qingfeng grew impatient as the enemy stood there marveling instead of attacking. He gave the order: "Attack!"
The seven swords moved as one—a single action triggering the entire formation. Once Gu Qingfeng struck, the others had no choice but to follow, lest the formation collapse.
Though wary of the Gates of Hell’s numbers, they had no choice now. They charged forward with Gu Qingfeng.
Netherworld Old Monster’s suspicion deepened. Were they truly here to die? Were there really no reinforcements?
Despite the formation’s imposing aura, he remained calm. This was the Gates of Hell’s territory, and they had overwhelming numbers. There was no way they could lose.
"Kill them!" Netherworld Old Monster roared.
Instantly, battle cries filled the air. Countless cultivators unleashed bloody energy, merging into a vast, endless crimson river that surged toward Gu Qingfeng and his group.
The seven mythical beasts’ phantoms grew even more solid, roaring as they clashed with the bloody tide.
BOOM!
The two forces collided like divine thunder detonating in the heavens. Shockwaves of sound and violent energy rippled outward, obliterating trees and boulders within a hundred miles.
Screams erupted as if a bomb had gone off in a crowd. The Gates of Hell’s disciples were sent flying, the bloody river shattered, and severed limbs and corpses littered the ground.
"What?! How is this possible?!" Netherworld Old Monster’s face twisted in horror.
He never imagined the Seven Swords Immortal-Slaying Formation could be this powerful—just one strike had annihilated the combined might of tens of thousands of disciples.
] [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!"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
【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.”
