Gu Qingfeng hurled insults left and right, calling the Holy Lord an "old dog" repeatedly, making the veins on the Holy Lord's forehead bulge in rage. But when he saw over a hundred Supreme experts staring at him expressionlessly, he ultimately held back from uttering another word.
Though he was a Nine-Star Supreme, unrivaled in strength among those present, he was no match for sheer numbers. If a fight truly broke out, even if he joined forces with the Netherworld's Prefect and their twenty-plus Heavenly Supremes, the best outcome would likely be mutual destruction.
Moreover, a battle involving over a hundred Supreme experts would likely reduce the Celestial Court to ruins.
Most crucially, after waiting so long for the Great Contention Era, dying here would be a tragic waste. Even if they somehow won, they’d be severely injured—how could they possibly compete for the Emperor’s Path then?
"What the hell do you want?!"
At this point, the Netherworld’s Prefect quickly interjected, "Gu Qingfeng, consider today our loss. We won’t pursue the matter of the treasure vaults any further. Let’s just drop this."
The Prefect was terrified. Gu Qingfeng’s cultivation wasn’t high enough to contend for the Emperor’s Path, but he was different—he was on the verge of breaking through to the Quasi-Emperor realm, poised to ascend as a Celestial Emperor. His future was bright, and if he died or suffered irreparable damage in this battle, all his prospects would be ruined.
Better to swallow his pride for now, compromise, and seek vengeance after becoming a Quasi-Emperor.
"Pursue?! You dare pursue me? Shameless old fools! Have you ever stopped to think why, out of all the treasure vaults in the world, I only robbed yours?
As the saying goes, it takes two to tango. If you two hadn’t pushed me too far, would I have retaliated?
Before pointing fingers, take a good look at yourselves!"
This logical and well-reasoned tirade made the Holy Lord and the Prefect feel as if they’d been force-fed dung, nearly driving them into a frenzy.
"Enough of your glib tongue! What do you actually want? If this escalates and alarms the Quasi-Emperors, you’re dead!"
Gu Qingfeng sneered. "Old dog, spare me the threats. How about I have my men focus solely on killing you while leaving the Celestial Court untouched?
Do you think the Quasi-Emperors would wake up just for you?"
The Holy Lord’s face darkened instantly, his anger choking him into silence.
"Hmph, when you’re in the wrong, apologize. Take your beating like a man. Stop yapping. From now on, you’ll listen to what I say. Dare to refuse, and I’ll end you—got it?"
The Holy Lord and the Prefect clenched their fists, their faces livid with suppressed fury.
"I’m a reasonable man. Since you two want to settle this peacefully, I’ll oblige. But compensation is non-negotiable."
At the word "compensation," the Netherworld’s Prefect couldn’t hold back.
"Compensation?! You’ve already looted our treasure vaults, and now you demand more? What else do we have left to give?
Wait—not just the vaults! You took my daughter too!"
"If you’re out of treasures, there’s always Emperor’s Scriptures. Both the Celestial Court and the Netherworld have produced Celestial Emperors, so you must have them—especially the Celestial Court, with two Emperors in its history. Hand over the Emperor’s Scriptures, and we’re done. Otherwise... heh." Gu Qingfeng’s smile turned icy.
"Emperor’s Scriptures?!" The Holy Lord and the Prefect erupted in fury.
The Emperor’s Scriptures were the foundation of their sacred realms—how could they possibly hand them over?
"You’re out of your mind, Gu Qingfeng! Don’t push us too far! If you insist on this, I swear I’ll fight to the death, even if it means mutual destruction!
Don’t forget—the Celestial Court doesn’t just have Quasi-Emperors. We have Emperor’s Weapons!
Even with your numbers, if I unleash an Emperor’s Weapon, you might not walk away unscathed!"
"Keh keh keh... Emperor’s Weapons? As if I don’t have one." Gu Qingfeng laughed wildly before pulling out the Demon Emperor’s Sword, over a meter long.
A faint imperial aura instantly enveloped the area, sending shockwaves through the crowd.
"That’s... the Demon Emperor’s Sword! But it’s corrupted! How can you wield it?!" the Holy Lord exclaimed in horror.
Now truly cornered, the Holy Lord still stubbornly insisted, "The Emperor’s Scriptures are out of the question! Name another demand!"
Gu Qingfeng would never agree. Though he already cultivated an Emperor’s Scripture, others could still provide immense benefits.
Cross-referencing different paths of the Celestial Emperors would deepen his understanding, enhancing both his cultivation and foundational prowess.
Most importantly, Emperor’s Scriptures could accelerate the evolution of his Chaos Embryo.
The Chaos Embryo fused with other physiques by assimilating myriad Daos. Since Emperor’s Scriptures contained the insights of Celestial Emperors, mastering one would be no less valuable than devouring an immortal physique.
With such gains at stake, Gu Qingfeng wouldn’t back down.
"Am I bargaining with you? This isn’t a request—it’s an order! Hand over the Emperor’s Scriptures now, or I’ll rip your heads off!"
The Holy Lord and the Prefect exchanged grim glances before communicating secretly.
"Brother, perhaps we should just give him the Scriptures. I’m not afraid of him, but if we’re injured now, our chances at the Emperor’s Path will be ruined."
"Easy for you to say! Your Netherworld only has one Emperor’s Scripture. The Celestial Court has two!"
"How can you say that? I’m losing a daughter too!
Besides, we don’t have to give the real ones. We can modify them—keep most of the content intact but alter key parts. Emperor’s Scriptures are profound; even Quasi-Emperors can’t fully grasp them.
With just a few false twists, this brat won’t notice. He might even cripple himself cultivating it, saving us the trouble.
And if he survives, we’ll deal with him after becoming Quasi-Emperors. Why rush now?"
The Holy Lord’s eyes flickered before he finally relented, agreeing to the Prefect’s scheme.
"Fine. But once you have the Scriptures, leave immediately. Otherwise, I swear I’ll fight you to the death!"
Feigning humiliation, the Holy Lord produced a jade slip and imprinted two Emperor’s Scriptures into it using his divine sense before handing it over.
The Prefect did the same.
Gu Qingfeng eyed the three Scriptures but didn’t take them. Instead, he asked calmly,
"Are these genuine?"
"Hmph! A man of my stature doesn’t resort to petty tricks," the Holy Lord snapped.
The Prefect added, "You can verify their authenticity yourself."
Gu Qingfeng’s gaze remained fixed on them as he repeated, "I asked—are these genuine?"
The Holy Lord and the Prefect’s expressions darkened.
"Gu Qingfeng, are you trying to pick a fight? Do you want them or not?"
Suddenly, Gu Qingfeng’s handsome face twisted into a vicious grin as he stared them down.
"You two old dogs—do you not understand human speech?
"All you need to tell this Holy Lord is whether this scripture is genuine or not! Just say 'yes' or 'no'—spare me the useless nonsense."
The two had no choice but to yield under pressure, their faces twisting in discomfort as they replied, "It's genuine."
"Keh keh keh..." Gu Qingfeng let out a sinister chuckle. "And what if it turns out to be fake?"
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
] [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!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
