"Outrageous!" Duan Wushuang's willow-like eyebrows shot up as she shouted angrily.
"A mere junior like you dares to covet our sect's Holy Maiden?" the white-robed elder, a Five Tribulations Heavenly Being, roared in fury.
"Keh keh keh..." Gu Qingfeng suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. "Wasn't it you ants who spread rumors everywhere, claiming that this venerable one defiled the fairies and holy maidens of various sects? I was originally a man of virtue, yet you pushed me too far, slandering me as a heinous demon.
Fine! Since the world insists on calling me a demon, I might as well live up to your expectations!"
"You insolent brat!" The white-robed elder couldn't stand Gu Qingfeng's arrogance and immediately lashed out.
"Take this—Cosmic Unity Qi!"
Under the elder's command, the pure qi of heaven and the turbid qi of earth instantly condensed in his palm.
Boom!
With a single palm strike, black and white qi intertwined, spiraling forth and shaking the heavens and earth.
Facing this overwhelming attack, Gu Qingfeng sneered. "Old fool, how dare you act so recklessly!"
"Prison-Suppressing Dragon and Elephant! Indestructible Sword Qi!"
Roar—!
A demonic dragon and a divine elephant, both towering and blotting out the sky, emerged from his body. Pale sword qi followed closely, dyeing the dragon and elephant with an aura of death.
"Kneel before this venerable one!!"
Gu Qingfeng bellowed and threw a punch. A dazzling fist radiance erupted with billions of divine lights, instantly altering the heavens. The void shattered inch by inch.
The so-called Cosmic Unity Qi shattered like foam upon contact with the fist radiance.
"No!!!"
The white-robed elder's eyes nearly burst from their sockets at the sight of this punch's might. He wanted to flee, but escape was impossible—the fist radiance enveloped everything, sealing him in place.
In the end, even after summoning multiple divine artifacts and channeling all his divine power, he couldn't escape death.
Boom!
The elder's body was instantly pulverized, his Heavenly Being blood raining down and staining half of Wushuang Manor crimson.
At that moment, everyone in Wushuang Manor was stunned.
A single punch to kill a Five Tribulations Heavenly Being?!
How could the Sword Gate's Imperial Son be so strong?
"The reputation of Wushuang Sacred Land's Cosmic Unity Qi resounds throughout the Verdant Wood Domain. Yet today, it has truly... disappointed this venerable one!"
Gu Qingfeng stood atop a bone-and-blood boat, countless vengeful spirits towering behind him. With his arms crossed and a cold, indifferent expression, he made it seem as though annihilating a Five Tribulations Heavenly Being was a trivial matter.
His once-arrogant eyes now flickered with disappointment as he shook his head.
"Fortunately..." Gu Qingfeng's tone suddenly shifted, a wicked grin curling his lips. "The Wushuang Holy Maiden lives up to her name. At least this trip won't be a complete waste."
"Wushuang Holy Maiden, come here!"
"Dragon-Seizing Hand Seal!"
With a wave of his hand, boundless divine power surged forth, coalescing into a colossal hand in the void that reached for the still-stunned Duan Wushuang.
Though she possessed the Vast Cold Sacred Body, Duan Wushuang had yet to fully mature, only at the Third Heaven realm. Against this grasp, she had no chance of resistance.
Lonely, weak, and helpless, she was effortlessly ensnared by Gu Qingfeng's demonic claws.
He pulled her into his embrace.
Duan Wushuang struggled fiercely, her divine power erupting as she struck Gu Qingfeng repeatedly—but it was futile. She couldn't even scratch him.
Instead, his steely arms tightened around her, molding her into the shape he desired.
"Demon! Let me go!" Duan Wushuang shrieked incessantly.
"Audacious! Release the Holy Maiden at once!" The remaining Heavenly Beings were furious but only dared to shout—none stepped forward.
"Keh keh keh... The more you resist, little beauty, the more excited this venerable one gets. Come, give me a kiss!"
Mwah!
"Ahhh!" Duan Wushuang felt utterly humiliated, especially in front of everyone in Wushuang Manor.
"You're dead! When my father returns, he'll tear you apart, flay you alive, and pull out your tendons!"
"Keh keh keh... How terrifying. I’d better take a few more kisses before he gets back."
The people of Wushuang Manor could no longer tolerate Gu Qingfeng's brazenness and attacked in frenzy.
For a moment, divine lights and artifacts filled the sky.
"Bunch of blind fools, daring to ruin this venerable one's mood? Soul-Devouring Banner—consume them!"
With a fierce swing of the banner, the billions of vengeful spirits behind him surged forth like locusts, engulfing Wushuang Manor in an instant.
Screams, gnawing sounds, and pleas for mercy became the symphony of the land.
Against the Soul-Devouring Banner, which rivaled a Heavenly Monarch in power, Wushuang Manor stood no chance.
Duan Wushuang, still struggling, turned her eyes red with tears as she witnessed her sect's disciples being slaughtered.
"Stop! Stop it, you demon!" she wailed hysterically.
But as her disciples perished, her cries turned into desperate sobs.
"Please... stop. I beg you. If you spare them, you can do whatever you want to me."
"Oh? As if I can’t do whatever I want to you right now."
"If you don’t spare them, I’ll kill myself right now!" She immediately tried to sever her heart meridian.
But Gu Qingfeng wouldn’t allow such a thing under his watch. The Heaven-Sealing Restriction wasn’t just for locking space—it excelled at sealing people too.
With a few swift strikes, he sealed all her cultivation.
A Heavenly Being without cultivation couldn’t commit suicide—not even by biting her tongue. Their bodies transcended mortality, and their regeneration was too fast for such methods to work.
Now utterly hopeless, Duan Wushuang’s eyes burned with hatred. "You demon! You’ll die a wretched death! How dare you slaughter innocents? Aren’t you afraid of being hunted by the righteous sects?"
Gu Qingfeng gave her a mocking look. "What a pity. So beautiful, yet so stupid. Or did all the nutrients go to certain other parts?
‘Hunted by the righteous sects’? As if I wouldn’t be hunted if I spared Wushuang Manor. Get your facts straight—it was your sects who besieged the Sword Gate and tried to kill me first!
What, am I just supposed to let you kill me without fighting back?"
"It’s because you’re evil that everyone wants you dead!" Duan Wushuang spat.
"Evil? Then why didn’t you come for me before? Why only after I became the Imperial Son? Because you feared my talent—feared the rise of the Sword Gate!"
"Before your talent was revealed, you were just a minor demon. Now that it’s out, of course we must eliminate you before you grow into a greater scourge!"
"Keh keh keh... Well said, beauty!" Gu Qingfeng laughed wildly. "Such a sharp tongue—I bet it’s quite useful."
【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.”
] [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!"
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.
