The Longevity Demon Lord and the Oath Demon Lord were furious when they saw that the Heart Demon Lord refused to help, cursing loudly.
But there was nothing they could do—Gu Qingfeng clung to them like a stubborn leech, refusing to let go no matter what.
The two demon lords exchanged a glance, then made a ruthless decision: they simply stopped fighting.
Fine, let him grab hold. There was no way they’d keep feeding him their power.
This was the classic case of "too many cooks spoil the broth"—why should they exhaust their energy while the Heart Demon Lord got off scot-free?
But Gu Qingfeng wasn’t about to let them off so easily. Having just tasted the sweetness of their power, he refused to stop.
He released the stronger Longevity Demon Lord and instead threw himself onto the weaker Oath Demon Lord.
Facing the Oath Demon Lord’s plump, grotesque body, Gu Qingfeng conjured a gaping abyssal maw and took a vicious bite.
Normally, he wouldn’t have been able to pierce the demon’s flesh, but this abyssal maw was forged from stolen power, allowing him to tear off a massive chunk.
"AHHH!!"
The Oath Demon Lord let out a bloodcurdling scream. He lashed out at Gu Qingfeng, trying to shake him off, but the more he attacked, the stronger Gu Qingfeng became—and the more painful the bites grew.
"Stop! Demon flesh is poisonous!"
"What a coincidence—I love my meals with a little extra flavor!"
And so, a horrifying scene unfolded: the Oath Demon Lord, a towering monstrosity covered in countless eyes and sporting a gaping abyssal mouth of his own, was being devoured alive by Gu Qingfeng—a mere human—who tore into him with ravenous glee, reducing the demon to pitiful howls.
The Longevity Demon Lord watched in stunned disbelief. Just who the hell was the real demon here?!
The Oath Demon Lord panicked—truly panicked—because he realized, to his horror, that his supposedly immortal body wasn’t regenerating. The flesh Gu Qingfeng devoured was gone for good.
What he didn’t know was that the "poisonous" demon flesh was being instantly converted into pure power by Gu Qingfeng’s system.
"Save me! HELP!"
The sensation of being slowly eaten alive was terrifying, especially since nothing the Oath Demon Lord did could dislodge Gu Qingfeng. Every attack was absorbed, making his tormentor even stronger.
How do you fight an enemy who grows more powerful the more you hit him? If you don’t attack, he eats you. If you do, he just gets stronger. It was a nightmare.
The Longevity Demon Lord hesitated, then moved to intervene—but just then, Gu Qingfeng paused mid-bite and turned his head.
His eyes burned with demonic light, his lips smeared with blood, his face twisted into a savage grin. His teeth gleamed unnaturally white under the sun.
Gulp.
Gu Qingfeng swallowed the mouthful of demon flesh, then fixed his eerie gaze on the Longevity Demon Lord. "What’s wrong? You want to be next?"
The sheer malevolence in those eyes sent a bone-deep chill through the Longevity Demon Lord. He stumbled back several steps without thinking.
After a moment, he regained his composure but still didn’t dare approach. Instead, he stammered out a weak protest: "Y-you’re human! He’s a demon! Humans aren’t supposed to eat demons!"
"Keh-keh-keh..." A nightmarish cackle echoed through the air.
"Demons get to eat humans, but humans can’t eat demons? Since when was that the rule?"
As he spoke, Gu Qingfeng—now brimming with the power of a million years’ worth of cultivation—unleashed his full might, conjuring a maw so vast it could swallow stars. With one bite, he tore off more than half of the Oath Demon Lord’s body.
The Oath Demon Lord shrieked in agony, collapsing in a writhing heap, unable to rise.
Seeing this, the Longevity Demon Lord turned tail and fled. He wanted to go home. The outside world was too terrifying—there was a human out here eating demons!
But just then, the Heart Demon Lord blocked his path.
"If you run now, all the power we spent opening the dimensional rift—and everything Gu Qingfeng stole from us—will have been for nothing."
"B-but... he... he EATS demons!"
This was the first time since becoming a demon lord that the Longevity Demon Lord had felt such fear. He’d thought himself immortal, beyond fear—yet now, facing Gu Qingfeng, that immortality meant nothing.
The Heart Demon Lord shook his head. "Don’t be fooled by appearances. Can’t you see his demonic aura growing stronger?"
The Longevity Demon Lord glanced fearfully at Gu Qingfeng, who was now finishing off the Oath Demon Lord’s remains. What stood before him wasn’t a man—it was a primordial monster.
"He’s still mortal. No matter how special he is, he hasn’t ascended, hasn’t achieved immortality. There’s no way his body can fully assimilate a demon lord’s essence. Mark my words—he’ll be dead within moments.
And once we uncover his secrets, the power we’ve lost will be trivial. We could reclaim it all—and perhaps even rule the Demon Realm."
The Heart Demon Lord’s words were like a gambler’s desperate plea: Just one more bet. The next hand could turn everything around.
Demons, by nature, were creatures of greed. The Longevity Demon Lord’s fear slowly gave way to hunger.
"Fine. Let’s deliver the final blow."
The Heart Demon Lord charged at Gu Qingfeng, leading the assault.
Ding!
Host attacked by the Heart Demon Lord.
Power +10 years.
The Longevity Demon Lord followed, striking with everything he had, hoping to be the straw that broke Gu Qingfeng’s back.
Ding!
Host attacked by the Longevity Demon Lord.
Power +10,000 years.
Gu Qingfeng grinned. He’d dealt with enough demons to see right through the Heart Demon Lord’s scheme. Time for an Oscar-worthy performance.
He staggered, feigning weakness.
The two demons rejoiced, redoubling their attacks in a frenzy.
Ding!
Host attacked by the Heart Demon Lord.
Power +1 year.
Ding!
Host attacked by the Longevity Demon Lord.
Power +100,000 years.
Gu Qingfeng suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face flushing red.
The demons grew even more ecstatic, pressing their assault—until, without warning, the Heart Demon Lord’s expression twisted. He lashed out, driving a clawed hand straight through the Longevity Demon Lord’s chest.
The Longevity Demon Lord screamed, staring in disbelief—but before he could utter a word, the Heart Demon Lord hurled him straight at Gu Qingfeng.
"Gu Qingfeng, drop the act. I know you’re fine."
"Oh?" Gu Qingfeng straightened, his lips curling into a wicked smirk as he met the Heart Demon Lord’s gaze. "Now this is interesting."
The Heart Demon Lord’s nine heads all grinned in unison. "Consider the Longevity Demon Lord a gift. Feast to your heart’s content."
The Longevity Demon Lord, now lying at Gu Qingfeng’s feet, trembled in terror. "N-no! You can’t do this to me!"
ROAR!
Gu Qingfeng didn’t care about the Heart Demon Lord’s schemes. Meat delivered to his doorstep wasn’t something he’d refuse.
The abyssal maw reappeared—and the Longevity Demon Lord vanished down Gu Qingfeng’s throat.
"Gu Qingfeng, you should know this: demon lords are immortal. Even I, far stronger than these two fools, could never truly kill them. But you? You’ve done me a great service. Now, there’s no one left to challenge my rule." The Heart Demon Lord chuckled, utterly confident.
Gu Qingfeng's eyes grew increasingly amused. "From the sound of it, you think you have me cornered?"
"Naturally. Gu Qingfeng, this lord has already uncovered your weakness."
"My weakness?" Gu Qingfeng paused briefly, then chuckled. "There’s no point discussing something that doesn’t exist."
"You won’t be laughing for much longer."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.
【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.”
