"Celestial Emperor, what are you saying? What test?" the minister below asked in confusion.
"That's right, my husband. You are the Celestial Emperor—who in this world would dare to test you?" Shang Xinyan, nestled beside him, echoed in puzzlement.
Gu Qingfeng's expression remained utterly indifferent, as if he couldn't be less interested. "The Forest of Sentient Beings has woven such a lifelike illusion—there must be someone in charge. Bring your master out to meet this Emperor."
As soon as his words fell, an eerie ripple spread through the air like water.
The respectful expressions on the faces of the ministers below instantly vanished. The woman beside him did the same. In an instant, everyone became expressionless, like lifeless puppets, motionless and vacant.
Then, in unison, they all spoke, their voices merging into one: "Celestial Emperor Gu, I am the Spirit of the Forest of Sentient Beings. You wished to see me?"
"Hmm."
Faced with this bizarre scene, Gu Qingfeng didn't even lift his head, merely responding with a dismissive hum.
"You're the one in charge?"
"Indeed."
"Good. Before this Emperor loses his temper, dispel the illusion."
The crowd remained expressionless, unmoving. Instead, they asked, "Celestial Emperor Gu, before I do, may I ask you a question?"
"Oh?" Gu Qingfeng's interest was slightly piqued. "How fascinating. You even know how to ask questions?"
"Tell me, what is illusion, and what is reality?"
"What is illusion and what is reality? This Emperor doesn’t know. What I do know is that if you don’t dispel this illusion soon, I’ll squeeze the shit out of you."
Unfazed by the threat, the Spirit of the Forest of Sentient Beings continued calmly, "Reality and illusion are defined by your own perception. Every sensation you experience here is real—therefore, this place is real. Every blade of grass, every tree, every living being here is as alive as those in the outside world. So..."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Gu Qingfeng was growing impatient.
The Spirit paused, then said serenely, "So... why not indulge?
You walked the Path of the Emperor, seeking nothing but to become the Celestial Emperor. Yet here in the Forest of Sentient Beings, you can achieve that without facing any danger.
This place is indistinguishable from the outside world. If you call this an illusion, then who can guarantee that the so-called 'reality' outside isn’t just another fabricated dream?"
Like a cultist weaving temptation, the Spirit spoke in a calm, persuasive tone, stating what it believed to be undeniable truth.
Gu Qingfeng laughed. He found the Spirit rather philosophical—reminiscent of Zhuangzi’s dream of the butterfly, or the brain in a vat.
"Who told you this Emperor sought to become the Celestial Emperor?"
"Then what do you seek? Or rather, what is the purpose of your cultivation, of your very existence?"
"To enjoy life, of course." Gu Qingfeng answered bluntly. His goal had always been clear—at heart, he was just an ordinary man who sought comfort and pleasure.
If not for life’s relentless hardships, if not for the endless villains who pushed him too far, he would still be back in Wutong Prefecture of the Great Yan Dynasty in the Qing Realm, comfortably serving as a Demon Suppression Officer in the Demon Suppression Bureau.
He had been content with his peaceful life, dutiful and helpful—until he was targeted by one malevolent force after another: Mirror Demons, Shadow Fiends, Blood Specters, and worse. Forced to fight back, he overthrew the wicked, only for the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom to come after him next!
After cleansing the Qing Realm of its evils, the Sacred Clan from the Upper Realm tried to devour him!
After toppling the Sacred Clan and ascending, he found the Upper Realm far from the paradise he imagined—instead, he faced endless discrimination as an outsider.
Yet every obstacle only fueled his ambition. Through sheer effort, he built the Demonic Heaven Sect into an empire and became a man of success.
But before he could savor his hard-earned peace, the Ghost Ancestor and a host of Celestial Emperors came to bully him in turn, forcing him to risk his life on the perilous Path of the Emperor just to survive.
All these trials taught Gu Qingfeng one truth: In this ruthless world, good men have no place.
All he ever wanted was to live quietly and enjoy life.
Yet despite the hardships, his heart remained unchanged.
"But you are enjoying life right now," the Spirit said calmly.
"The throne of the Celestial Emperor, wealth beyond measure, the most beautiful women, treasures of the world—in the Forest of Sentient Beings, you possess it all. So why leave? In the end, isn’t this what you strive for? Why not stay?"
"You don’t seem to care at all that people know this is an illusion," Gu Qingfeng remarked with amusement.
"Celestial Emperor Gu, do you know that every quasi-Emperor who enters the Forest of Sentient Beings is fully aware this is an illusion—yet many still choose to remain? Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"Because here, all their desires are fulfilled. Here, they live a hundred times better than in the outside world. And most importantly—here, they are immortal.
What does becoming a Celestial Emperor gain you? You still die.
But those who indulge in the Forest of Sentient Beings? The Path of the Emperor is eternal, and so is the Forest. Those within it live forever, bathed in endless bliss.
Who dares call this an illusion? This is paradise! Every sensation here is as real as the outside world, yet with immortality and boundless joy—what else could this be but heaven?"
The Spirit’s voice, once calm, now carried a fanatical fervor.
"So why won’t you indulge?"
"Keh keh keh..."
Gu Qingfeng suddenly burst into laughter, his voice dripping with scorn.
"You want this Emperor to indulge? With this? Just this?"
His laughter grew louder.
"Do you even know what kind of life this Emperor leads in the real world?
‘Rule the world by day, rest on beauties’ laps by night’? That’s child’s play to me. Out there, the entire domain bows to me—no one dares cross me. Women? I have as many as I want, and they’re far more skilled than yours.
Treasures? I take whatever I please. Wealth? More than I could ever spend.
You ask why I won’t indulge?
Indulge your mother!
In reality, I already have everything. This illusion of yours? It’s a downgrade.
And most importantly—there’s no family here.
Though my name may strike fear in hearts, deep down... I’ve always been a family man."
At this, a rare tenderness flickered across Gu Qingfeng’s face.
That tenderness was so piercing, it nearly shattered the Spirit’s composure.
This story teaches us: The best way to resist temptation is not to fight it, but to have experienced it all. Only after tasting the world’s luxuries can one truly see through its illusions.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
