What Gu Qingfeng didn’t know was that this was already the strongest form of the Bifeng Calamity. The Bifeng couldn’t get any more intense—what else could the Heavenly Dao do?
Soon, the howling of wind suddenly roared in Gu Qingfeng’s ears.
From the unseen depths of the void, an invisible gale swept forth.
This wind was eerie—though it surged with the ferocity of a category-ten tornado, it seemed like an illusion, leaving not a single blade of grass or leaf in the quiet chamber disturbed.
Not even the slightest tremble could be seen in the foliage.
Yet, when it brushed against Gu Qingfeng’s body, a soul-eroding sensation immediately took hold, as if intent on scattering his flesh and spirit alike.
Gu Qingfeng yawned, finding the breeze rather refreshing. Honestly, if not for fear of harming Ling Fei’er, he would’ve preferred cultivating while enduring the tribulation.
The raging Bifeng grew fiercer with each wave, blowing so hard it nearly lulled him to sleep.
An hour later, the wind finally ceased, the skies cleared, and Gu Qingfeng, feeling accomplished, resumed his cultivation.
......
The next day.
Refreshed and invigorated, Gu Qingfeng decided it was time for revenge.
Since the Celestial Court and the Netherworld dared to join forces and attack the Sword Sect, they should have been prepared for retaliation.
Truth be told, after obtaining the Sin Origin, Gu Qingfeng’s mindset had completely changed. Gone was his former cautiousness.
Though not yet invincible in the world, it was no exaggeration to say that no one in existence could kill him—not even suppress him.
The Sin Origin was the root of all evil thoughts in living beings. Unless all life perished or every being became a saint, utterly devoid of wickedness, he simply couldn’t die.
If a powerful foe tried to suppress him? Even simpler—he could just self-destruct.
When Shen Yan and Yang Zhu had sealed him before, that’s exactly what he did—exploding into a mist of evil thoughts that scattered across the world.
Then, by drawing upon Shen Yan and Yang Zhu’s greed for the Celestial Court and Netherworld’s treasuries, he resurrected on the spot.
Of course, even if Shen Yan and Yang Zhu had no evil thoughts, it wouldn’t matter. Gu Qingfeng could revive anywhere with even a trace of wickedness—faster than teleportation.
With such an advantage, how could he not act boldly?
No time to waste.
Gu Qingfeng gathered over a hundred Supreme experts, then immediately activated the Heavenly Delivery Array and headed straight for the Celestial Court.
Meanwhile, in the Celestial Court…
The Celestial Court’s Holy Master and the Netherworld’s Lord were anxiously waiting for their subordinates to capture Gu Qingfeng and bring him back—along with their treasuries.
After all, the treasury contained the Celestial Court’s accumulated wealth over hundreds of millennia. More importantly, it held the resources needed for the Holy Master to ascend to Quasi-Emperor status. With those rare medicines, he could surpass the leaders of other sacred lands in the race for the Emperor’s Path.
In the struggle for supremacy, even the slightest lead could determine who would become the Heavenly Emperor.
Naturally, the Holy Master and the Netherworld’s Lord were restless.
As for why the Netherworld’s Lord was present? Distrust. Gu Qingfeng held both treasuries—what if the Celestial Court seized everything once he was captured?
Thus, he had arrived with an entourage to "visit" the Celestial Court.
The Holy Master understood his concerns and, to maintain harmony, allowed him to stay.
Though the Celestial Court and Netherworld often clashed, both leaders knew full-scale war was impossible.
Both sides had Quasi-Emperors and Imperial Weapons. Even if the Celestial Court was slightly stronger, a fight would only end in mutual destruction.
With the Great Contention Era approaching and the Emperor’s Path about to open, neither would risk conflict now.
Just as their impatience peaked, a subordinate rushed in.
"Holy Master! Lord of the Netherworld! Shen Yan and Yang Zhu have captured Gu Qingfeng!"
The two leaders’ faces lit up with joy.
"Bring them in at once!" they urged.
Soon, the grand hall’s doors swung open.
Shen Yan and Yang Zhu strode in calmly—followed by Gu Qingfeng, who swaggered in behind them with such arrogance that it seemed the two Supreme experts were merely opening the door for him.
But the Holy Master and the Netherworld’s Lord, too elated to notice, fixed their gazes solely on Gu Qingfeng.
"Hahaha! You little bastard, now that you’ve fallen into my hands, I’ll make sure you beg for death!" The Holy Master’s face twisted into a vicious grin, his delight palpable.
"Brother, don’t hog the fun. When it comes to torment, my Netherworld is second to none," the Netherworld’s Lord added with a sinister smile.
"Of course, of course. How about this—you take him for a year, then I take him the next. Rest assured, I won’t kill him. I’ll return him to you intact."
"Splendid. But before you start, I suggest announcing it to the world. Let everyone witness the fate of those who defy the Celestial Court and Netherworld."
"Hahaha! A brilliant idea. It shall be done!"
Gu Qingfeng listened with great interest, nodding along as if eager to hear more.
He turned to Shen Yan. "Shen Yan, fetch me a chair."
Then to Yang Zhu: "Yang Zhu, get me some melon seeds."
"As you command, Supreme One."
Celestial Court’s Holy Master: "…?"
Netherworld’s Lord: "…?"
They gaped as Shen Yan conjured a golden dragon-shaped throne with divine power, then bowed and invited Gu Qingfeng to sit.
Then they watched Yang Zhu retrieve a handful of spirit-infused melon seeds from his spatial ring, presenting them with both hands in deep reverence.
Gu Qingfeng nodded in satisfaction, took his seat, and began cracking the seeds.
"Go on, I’m curious. After announcing it to the world, what’s next?"
Celestial Court’s Holy Master: "…"
Netherworld’s Lord: "…"
They exchanged glances, wondering if they were dreaming.
A moment later, fury erupted.
"Shen Yan (Yang Zhu)! What in the heavens are you doing?!"
The two stood motionless, their faces blank.
A chilling, inexplicable dread suddenly gripped the Holy Master and the Netherworld’s Lord.
"What is going on?! Gu Qingfeng! Did you do this?!"
The Holy Master roared, lashing out instantly. His jade-like fingers, inscribed with divine runes, thrust forward.
The weight of heaven and earth bore down as divine light erupted from his fingertip—a strike from a Nine-Star Supreme, something Shen Yan and Yang Zhu couldn’t hope to block.
But Gu Qingfeng remained unperturbed, leisurely munching on melon seeds.
Just as the attack was about to land, the space before him rippled—
A blood-red figure emerged abruptly, accompanied by a terrifying, world-shaking killing intent!
It was an Eight-Star Dao Slave who had cultivated the Path of Slaughter.
This Slaughter Dao Slave stepped in front of Gu Qingfeng and, facing the Holy Master’s finger strike, countered with a finger of his own.
Instantly, the void echoed with the wails of ghosts and the weeping of gods as countless killing intents from heaven and earth converged at his fingertip, clashing with the Holy Master’s strike.
The two forces annihilated each other on contact, dissipating into nothingness.
The sudden turn of events briefly startled both the Holy Master and the Prefect, but they quickly regained their composure.
“So, you’re the one hiding behind Gu Qingfeng. No wonder he could control Yang Zhu and Shen Yan.
You’ve got quite the nerve. Even if you’re an Eight-Star Supreme, do you really think a lone cultivator like you can waltz into the Celestial Court and act so boldly?”
“Gu Qingfeng, if this is your trump card, I’d advise you to surrender quietly. A mere Supreme—no matter who—isn’t enough to challenge a Holy Master’s might.”
Faced with the threats of two Nine-Star Supremes, Gu Qingfeng acted as if he hadn’t heard a word, treating them like thin air.
Crack!
He cracked another melon seed between his teeth and chewed lazily.
“These seeds are delicious.”
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.
【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.)
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.
