"Welcome death?" The Netherworld Old Monster laughed in extreme fury. "You ignorant brat dare to spout such nonsense? I don’t even need my Soul-Snatching Banner to kill you—a single finger is enough!"
"Netherworld Sky-Piercing Finger!"
With a single thrust of his finger, space trembled violently as a terrifying black hole formed before him. A torrent of netherworld energy erupted from it!
Gu Qingfeng watched the terrifying wave rushing toward him, a flash of anger in his eyes. How dare this old fool not use the Soul-Snatching Banner?
He was deliberately provoking him!
"Uncle Gu, dodge now!" Nangong Xue and Sword Maniac, both severely wounded and collapsed on the ground, shouted in desperation.
They too believed Gu Qingfeng possessed a protective treasure. But the stronger the treasure, the more energy it required to activate.
Given Gu Qingfeng’s Earth Yuan Realm cultivation, blocking a single strike from a Heavenly Monarch was already shocking. Even with his Four Saint Bodies, that one attack must have drained all his divine power.
Yet Gu Qingfeng ignored them, allowing the Netherworld Sky-Piercing Finger to strike him directly.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion followed as netherworld energy raged. The familiar scene repeated itself.
Gu Qingfeng remained unharmed, casually scratching his chest as if swatting a fly.
The crowd was stunned. After defending multiple times, he could still withstand a full-powered strike from a Five Tribulation Heavenly Being!
Only Chu Jingchen seemed to realize something, his face darkening with envy.
"Damn it! That treasure of his must activate automatically—it might even be a Supreme Saint Weapon! How unfair! If I had such a treasure, with my Heavenly Three cultivation, I could turn the tide myself!"
The Netherworld Old Monster’s gaze grew even greedier, clearly sharing Chu Jingchen’s thoughts. "Let’s see how many more times you can block!"
"Netherworld Sky-Piercing Finger!"
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
The old monster thrust his fingers repeatedly, creating multiple black holes. Netherworld energy surged like cannon fire, blasting toward Gu Qingfeng.
Gu Qingfeng grew impatient. He had been waiting for the old fool to use the Soul-Snatching Banner, but this arrogant bastard refused.
So he had no choice but to act.
With a casual wave of his hand, he swatted away the incoming attacks like flies.
Staring at the stunned Netherworld Old Monster, he let out a sinister chuckle. "Hehehe... A mere ant dares challenge this venerable one?"
"Primordial Sacred Body!"
"Prison-Dragon Elephant Body!"
"Indestructible Sword Body!"
His chilling voice echoed across the heavens. The moment he finished speaking, an unimaginable scene unfolded.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Three earth-shaking explosions rocked the void.
A radiant sacred light erupted from his body, blazing like the sun, bathing the land in divine brilliance!
Next, a demonic dragon and a divine elephant—each towering thousands of feet—emerged from his form, their colossal figures dominating the sky like ancient demon gods!
Finally, a gray-white sword aura, brimming with annihilation, materialized, making Gu Qingfeng resemble an unsheathed immortal sword!
Under the enhancement of his three Saint Bodies, Gu Qingfeng’s aura reached a terrifying level. With a sinister grin, he strode toward the Netherworld Old Monster, each step shaking the heavens and distorting space.
"This... this power! Impossible!" The Netherworld Old Monster screamed in disbelief, but his hands moved swiftly, summoning the Soul-Snatching Banner to counter.
But Gu Qingfeng wouldn’t give him the chance.
Since the old fool had wasted his opportunity, the banner might as well be his!
After all, the vengeful spirits inside counted as demonic entities—it didn’t matter who controlled them. So why not take it for himself?
Why endure someone else’s attacks?
"Golden Light Dash!"
WHOOSH!
In an instant, Gu Qingfeng transformed into light itself, appearing right before the Netherworld Old Monster.
His speed was so terrifying that the old monster couldn’t react. By the time he realized it, a monstrous face was inches from his own.
Face to face, even the ruthless Netherworld Old Monster paled in fear. Instinctively, he lashed out with a palm strike.
"Hehehe..." A spine-chilling laugh slithered into his ears.
Then—
"Imperial Supreme World-Shattering Fist!"
"Annoying trash, DIE!"
Gu Qingfeng’s fist erupted with a billion rays of golden light, so dazzling they outshone the sun itself!
"ARGH—!"
The Netherworld Old Monster let out his final roar, eyes bulging in terror. Unable to activate the banner in time, he poured all his divine power into a desperate defense.
But it was futile.
BOOM!
Under Gu Qingfeng’s devastating punch, all things paled in comparison.
The old monster’s protective energy shattered layer by layer.
"NO!!!"
The overwhelming force of flesh and energy consumed him, erasing his existence.
His body dissolved into a shadow within the light, twisting and distorting until it vanished entirely.
One punch later, silence reigned. The Netherworld Old Monster was no more.
The battlefield fell deathly quiet. Whether from the Sword Sect or the Netherworld Sect, everyone was struck dumb.
An Earth Yuan cultivator slaying a Heavenly Five expert—such a thing defied reason, a ghost story come to life before their eyes.
Even fools like Chu Jingchen now understood: the weakest-seeming junior uncle was, in truth, the most terrifying of them all.
There had never been any protective treasure—just an invincible body.
And his earlier claim—that he alone was enough—hadn’t been arrogance, but simple truth.
Was this the power of an Imperial Son?
Was this the monster who had once slain a young Heavenly Emperor in seconds?
At that moment, Chu Jingchen heard something shatter within him.
His invincible heart.
Shattered!
It hadn’t broken when he knelt to Gu Qingfeng in apology.
It hadn’t broken under the life-or-death pressure of the Netherworld Old Monster.
But witnessing that single punch—his invincible heart crumbled completely. Not a shred of defiance remained.
How could anyone compete with such a monster in this era?
"Elder Netherworld... is dead?!"
"That Sword Sect’s Imperial Son is a monster!"
"Activate the mountain-protecting array NOW!"
Panic engulfed the Netherworld Sect disciples. Death’s shadow loomed over them as they scrambled toward the formation’s core, desperate to activate their defenses against the horror outside.
But Gu Qingfeng wouldn’t give them the chance.
"Now you’re scared? Too late!"
"Today, this venerable one will crush your worthless bodies, refine your souls into the Soul-Snatching Banner, and sever your cycle of reincarnation! You’ll serve me for eternity!"
"Hehehe..."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
【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.)
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.”
