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?"
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.”
【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.)
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?!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
