"Where did that demon go?"
"That's... the territory of the Fallen Feather Clan!"
"Could it be that the Immortal Phoenix Herb was snatched by the Fallen Feather Clan?"
"Highly likely. The Fallen Feather Clan is renowned for their speed—they might have succeeded."
Amid the murmurs of the crowd, Gu Qingfeng had already traversed countless miles, arriving at the Netherdark Domain, the stronghold of the Fallen Feather Clan. As an ancient race with profound heritage, the Fallen Feather Clan dominated this entire realm.
The moment Gu Qingfeng arrived, a sea of golden flames abruptly blazed across the sky above the Netherdark Domain. The temperature soared instantly, as if the sun itself had descended.
Countless members of the Fallen Feather Clan looked up in terror, their faces paling as they beheld a celestial king astride a qilin, standing tall within the golden inferno.
The celestial king was unfathomable, his divine radiance illuminating the cosmos.
"What is that?!"
"A Quasi-Emperor! That qilin is a Quasi-Emperor!"
"If he rides a Quasi-Emperor qilin, could that man be the Heavenly Emperor?"
"Hand over the Immortal Phoenix Herb," Gu Qingfeng's voice boomed, shaking the entire Netherdark Domain.
The Immortal Phoenix Herb?
Most of the Fallen Feather Clan members wore blank expressions, their cultivation too weak to perceive events millions of miles away. Only the higher-ups turned ashen-faced—because they knew full well that their ancestor had secretly slipped out moments ago.
In an instant, the Leader of the Fallen Feather Clan, accompanied by several supreme experts, ascended into the sky and bowed to Gu Qingfeng. "Elder Gu, may we inquire as to the purpose of your visit?"
Gu Qingfeng glanced at them, noting their distinct features—humanoid, yet with a pair of jet-black wings exuding an eerie, cursed aura.
It made him wonder: did the Fallen Feather Clan count as demons?
Truth be told, after years of using the system, he had pieced together some clues about its criteria for identifying demons. It wasn’t as simple as creatures or spirits.
The system’s definition of "demons" wasn’t tied to race but to the nature of their power. Any being wielding utterly malevolent energy was classified as a demon.
A human cultivator dabbling in demonic arts didn’t qualify—only those fully corrupted did.
Take demonic cultivators, for example. Many practiced dark arts, but unless they underwent complete transformation, they weren’t considered demons.
Even the Heavenly Dao of the Azure Realm, which by nature shouldn’t be demonic, was labeled as such once tainted by demonic energy.
Then there was the Abomination, a coalescence of the world’s wicked thoughts—hardly a traditional demon, yet still marked by the system.
As for classic demons like qilins, fox spirits, or serpent demons, their overwhelming demonic aura made them obvious targets.
Thus, Gu Qingfeng concluded that the system’s "demons" referred to any entity wielding evil power.
In a way, the system seemed righteous, standing firmly against all malevolence.
The thought filled Gu Qingfeng with a sense of pride, as if he too embodied justice.
"Address me as Heavenly Emperor," Gu Qingfeng said coolly.
The Leader of the Fallen Feather Clan and his companions stiffened.
"Heavenly Emperor Gu, what brings you to our clan?"
"Hmph! You insects better hand over the Immortal Phoenix Herb, or today I will bathe the Fallen Feather Clan in blood!" Gu Qingfeng declared, his tone dripping with disdain.
The Leader’s face twisted in fury, but recalling how Gu Qingfeng had subdued the qilin, he forced himself to yield.
"Heavenly Emperor Gu, the Immortal Phoenix Herb was last seen flying south. Our clan resides in the north—how could we have taken it? Surely this is a misunderstanding."
"Exactly! Heavenly Emperor Gu, accusations require evidence. You can’t just claim we stole it without proof.
"Our clan has two Quasi-Emperors, both in deep slumber. How could they have seized the herb?"
Gu Qingfeng smirked. "So, you’re saying I’ve wronged you? The herb isn’t here?"
Seeing his softened tone, the Leader brightened.
"No blame is necessary—just a simple misunderstanding, now resolved."
Gu Qingfeng nodded. "Since the misunderstanding is cleared, let’s move on to the next matter."
The Leader blinked. "Next matter?"
"Your disrespect in addressing me. My name echoes across the cosmos, known from the Endless Seas in the east to the Sunset Abyss in the west, from the Savage Mountains in the south to the Frozen Wastes in the north. Every sentient being knows it.
"Yet you dared to get it wrong. Clearly, you hold no respect for me. For this crime, I offer two choices: present another Immortal Phoenix Herb as apology, or I exterminate your clan. Choose now."
"What?!" The Leader gaped, momentarily stunned.
Then, rage overtook him. "Heavenly Emperor Gu, I just told you—we didn’t take the herb! You can’t falsely accuse us!"
Gu Qingfeng sneered. "Are you deaf? I know you didn’t take it. This isn’t about the herb—it’s about your insult to me. If you don’t make amends, today you die."
"Gu Qingfeng! You’re just looking for a fight! This is outrageous!" the Leader shouted, desperation creeping in.
"Keh keh keh... So what if I am? What will you do about it?"
"You—such banditry! Aren’t you afraid of the world’s scorn?"
"The world only scorns the weak."
"Enough. My patience wears thin. Count to three—no herb, and you all perish."
The Leader and his companions exchanged uneasy glances, weighing their options.
"Three!"
"What?!" They jerked their heads up—only to meet a fist the size of a cauldron.
Boom!
The punch shook the world. Stars reeled, mountains crumbled, and the heavens inverted.
In an instant, the Leader and his entourage turned to dust.
The entire Fallen Feather Clan stared blankly at the celestial king in the sky, terror and disbelief spreading like wildfire.
The faint-hearted fled in panic, throwing the clan into chaos.
Gu Qingfeng frowned. He hadn’t expected the two old monsters to remain so composed—even after he slaughtered their leaders, they showed no reaction.
It seemed the Immortal Phoenix Herb mattered more than their kin.
So be it.
Boom!
Another punch erupted, a pillar of primal chaos smashing toward the heart of the Fallen Feather Clan.
That was precisely the sealed resting place of the two Quasi-Emperors of the Fallen Feather Clan.

【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.)

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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.”

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.