Bang!
Gu Qingfeng raised his right hand holding the sun and gave it a gentle squeeze. The blazing star instantly exploded, raining down endless golden fire across the sky—a dazzling, magnificent spectacle.
Is this the power of a Quasi-Emperor?
Not bad at all.
The Qilin Child’s imperial technique strike had just granted him a portion of the Sun Immortal Body’s essence. After merging it with his Chaos Body, the latter’s level surged once more, bringing him a significant step closer to the Minor Completion stage.
Thus, his power had now reached the Quasi-Emperor level.
The Quasi-Emperor realm was unlike any before it—there were no tiers like the First to Ninth Heavens. A Quasi-Emperor was simply a Quasi-Emperor, with no further distinctions.
This was because a Quasi-Emperor had forged their own path, cultivating laws unique to themselves. The Dao could not be quantified, and since each person’s Dao was different, no clear hierarchy existed.
Of course, some Quasi-Emperors were stronger than others—but the measure was no longer their realm. Instead, it came down to whose Dao was mightier, who had walked further along their path.
"Use whatever tricks you have left. If you don’t, you’ll never get the chance again," Gu Qingfeng said indifferently, watching the horrified Qilin Child.
The sheer contempt in his tone cut deep into the Qilin Child’s pride.
"This prince is the trueborn son of Emperor Qilin! How could I lose to a lowly human?!"
"True Qilin Form!"
With a furious roar, the Qilin Child went berserk, reverting to his original form—a massive qilin wreathed in golden flames.
His body gleamed like forged gold, every scale seemingly carved in harmony with the Great Dao. Even his mane shimmered with divine light, swaying like flickering golden fire.
Like an ancient god awakening, his golden flames surged into the heavens, unleashing a terrifying, ocean-like pressure that shook the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Boom!
The Qilin Child charged at Gu Qingfeng, each step shaking the void like a collapsing mountain, the air detonating in his wake.
"Die!"
A single swipe of his golden claws shattered the void, unleashing a storm of radiant energy.
Yet, against this overwhelming strike, Gu Qingfeng didn’t move an inch. He simply extended a single pale finger and lightly pressed forward.
Clang!
The crisp metallic ring echoed like the toll of an imperial bell—a sound unheard in this world, shaking heaven and earth.
Countless gazes locked onto that single finger. Time itself seemed to freeze as all onlookers forgot to breathe.
Blocked… just like that?!
A single finger had stopped the full-force strike of a True Qilin Form?!
That was a qilin! One of the world’s mightiest creatures, on par with true dragons and phoenixes! And this was no ordinary qilin—this was a Quasi-Emperor with ancestral blood!
Had Gu Qingfeng defeated the Qilin Child as a Quasi-Emperor, people might have been shocked but not utterly bewildered—after all, there were always greater heights.
But stopping a True Qilin Form with one finger? That was downright absurd!
Was this really something a Quasi-Emperor could do? Was Gu Qingfeng not some hidden Heavenly Emperor in disguise?
The Qilin Child’s eyes bulged with fury and terror as he stared at that slender, flawless finger—so delicate it looked like it could snap with a flick.
Yet, it held firm against his full strength.
"AHHH!!!"
The Qilin Child roared madly, muscles straining beneath his scales, his Sunfire burning at its peak. But no matter how hard he pushed, that finger didn’t budge.
It wasn’t a finger—it was an immovable pillar of the cosmos.
"Too weak."
Gu Qingfeng’s tone was flat, laced with disappointment.
The Qilin Child’s pride shattered.
"This prince refuses to believe it!!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
His attacks came like a raging tide, each strike carrying the force of an army, blotting out the stars and splitting the sky.
Against any other Quasi-Emperor, such an assault would have reduced them to dust.
But the Qilin Child was facing Gu Qingfeng—a cheat with a system.
As the storm of blows rained down, Gu Qingfeng didn’t retreat an inch. That same finger flicked and tapped with effortless grace, deflecting every strike.
Of course, all he had to do was touch the attacks. The system handled the rest, absorbing and converting them into attributes.
With the system’s help, even a strand of hair could have blocked them.
The contrast between the two was stark—one a frenzied beast, the other calm and bored.
And bored he was. Standing still, only a finger moving… it was dull.
So Gu Qingfeng’s other hand finally moved. His left arm slowly rose.
Was he counterattacking?
An entire hand this time! If one finger was this strong, what could a whole palm do?
The ancient beings watching from the shadows held their breath.
The Qilin Child tensed, splitting his focus to track the left hand’s movements.
Then, under the weight of countless gazes, Gu Qingfeng’s left hand curled inward, reached into his robes, and emerged holding… a peach.
A divine peach from the Queen Mother of the West, still warm from when he’d pocketed it during their… intimate moment. Best eaten fresh.
Crunch!
Juice burst across Gu Qingfeng’s tongue as he took a bite—sweet, fragrant, and slightly sticky, an explosion of flavor.
The onlookers froze.
He was… eating a peach?!
Their minds reeled at the surreal scene.
Amidst the earth-shaking battle, Gu Qingfeng snacked on fruit while using a single finger to toy with the Qilin Child like a puppy.
Crunch!
Another bite.
And in the Qilin Child’s heart, something else crumbled—his Dao Heart.
He had emerged to slay a Quasi-Emperor, to cement his invincibility. Instead, he’d been reduced to this.
Ten thousand strikes, all stopped by one finger. And now… a peach.
Half an incense stick later, the peach was gone.
The Qilin Child was broken.
His eyes dull, movements mechanical, he continued attacking that damned finger on instinct alone.
Flick!
Gu Qingfeng gave a light tap to the Qilin Child’s forehead, sending him flying hundreds of miles—but at least it snapped him out of his stupor.
"How can you be this strong? This prince refuses to believe it! There must be something wrong with your finger!" The Qilin Child exclaimed in agitation, desperately seeking an excuse for his defeat.
"This prince has figured it out! Your finger must be an Emperor’s Weapon—yes, that’s it! Throughout history, there have been countless Heavenly Emperors. Who’s to say one of them didn’t wield a finger as their Emperor’s Weapon?"
Watching the Qilin Child delude himself, Gu Qingfeng decided to deliver another crushing blow—to shatter his defenses completely and seize the opportunity to subdue him as a mount.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
【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.”
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
