As the Devouring Divine Ability was unleashed, the arm held in Gu Qingfeng's grasp instantly withered like a dried-up branch, visibly shriveling at an alarming rate. It was as if all the blood had been drained from it.
"No! My billion years of cultivated power!" Elder Yan's eyes nearly burst from their sockets as he felt with horrifying clarity that the arm of his True Immortal physique, condensed through immense cultivation, was now irreversibly lost—devoured.
But there was no time to mourn the arm now.
"Princess, run! This old servant will hold—"
Before Elder Yan could finish his words, a shadow suddenly engulfed him. His breath hitched, his hair stood on end, and his voice died in his throat.
"You—"
Thud!
The moment he spat out that single word, a massive hand clamped onto his skull like a vice, fingers digging in like iron hooks.
Crack!
Five bloody holes punctured Elder Yan's head.
Gu Qingfeng's fingers pierced through the skull, sinking deep into the brain as if gripping a bowling ball.
A chilling voice echoed.
"The weak have no right to survive. Offer your strength to this Emperor! Hehehe..."
"Devour Heaven and Earth!"
The divine ability activated instantly, unleashing an overwhelming suction force from Gu Qingfeng's palm. Elder Yan's face paled rapidly, his body withering before their eyes.
Not even a scream escaped him. His entire form shriveled like a vacuum-sealed bag, collapsing into a wrinkled husk—his True Immortal physique utterly devoured, leaving behind only a crumpled human skin.
"Elder Yan!!"
A furious and horrified woman's voice rang out from a million miles away.
It was the Princess.
As it turned out, she hadn't waited for Elder Yan's warning to flee. The moment she saw his arm torn off, she had already bolted.
But what shocked her was how utterly useless Elder Yan had been—unable to even stall for a single second before dying.
"Hehehe..." Gu Qingfeng laughed maniacally as he watched the woman's fleeing figure. "Your turn now!"
The Princess panicked, slapping several immortal talismans onto herself. Her speed skyrocketed instantly.
Yet, no matter how fast she was, she couldn't outpace Gu Qingfeng. With trillions of years of power fueling him, time itself seemed meaningless. A million miles vanished in an instant.
Suddenly, a towering, demonic figure loomed before her.
The Princess' face drained of color, her delicate frame trembling uncontrollably.
Without hesitation, she crushed a jade talisman in her grip.
Boom!
A radiant immortal light surged into the heavens, materializing into an ethereal projection—a breathtakingly beautiful fairy clad in pristine white robes, her long black hair flowing like silk. Her aura was transcendent, her presence untouchable, as if nothing in this world could faze her.
"Master, save me!" the Princess cried out in desperation.
The projected woman glanced at her calmly and spoke in a soothing, unshakable tone. "Do not panic. With me here, the heavens will not fall."
Her serene confidence steadied the Princess' frantic heart.
But then—
"Hehehe... The heavens have fallen!"
Gu Qingfeng's sinister laughter cut through the air as he leered at the projection.
He could sense it—this woman's power was unfathomable, far beyond that of a True Immortal.
But so what?
The confidence granted by trillions of years of cultivation wasn't something to scoff at.
And even if his power wasn't enough, Gu Qingfeng still had three ultimate weapons—gifts from his "loving" family.
The Star-Extinguishing Demonfire. The Immortal-Binding Chains. And the Nine Heavens Absolute Ice—Freezing Spirit, Sealing Soul, Frost-Piercing Pillar!
A mere projection? Even if her true form descended today, he'd make sure she left in pairs!
The projected woman turned her gaze to Gu Qingfeng, a faint frown creasing her brow.
"Have the natives of the lower realm grown so arrogant these—Hmm!?"
Her words were cut short as her expression twisted in alarm. Instinctively, she raised her hands in defense.
Because Gu Qingfeng had struck.
Boom!
A single palm strike from him sent the world trembling, space collapsing, and the very laws of existence wailing in despair.
A demonic claw descended from the heavens, its momentum rivaling the sky itself, as if intent on annihilating all creation.
The projected woman's composure shattered. Gritting her teeth, she raised both jade-like hands in a desperate attempt to block the attack.
Yet, in the next instant—
Aaaah!
Her form splintered apart, bursting into a rain of light before vanishing completely.
"Hehehe... Little girl, your skills don't match your big mouth."
Gu Qingfeng threw his head back in laughter before turning his gaze to the stunned Princess of the Feather Transformation Immortal Dynasty.
"I heard you're quite skilled at playing the flute?"
"Y-you... Stay away! I am the Princess of the Feather Transformation Immortal Dynasty! My father's favorite daughter! If you dare—"
Slap!
Before she could finish, a resounding smack landed on her delicate, porcelain-like cheek, instantly swelling it to twice its size.
The Princess froze, then shrieked, "You hit me?! Even my father has never—"
Slap!
Her other cheek swelled to match.
"Weren't you going to enslave this Emperor?"
"I—"
Slap!
"Weren't you going to chop me into pieces?"
Slap!
"Weren't you looking down on us 'lower realm natives'?"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Waaah! Stop! Please, I beg you! I'll compensate you—anything you want!" The Princess wailed, tears streaming down her bruised face.
"Anything? Then play me a tune. Do it well, and I might spare you. Do it poorly... Heh."
Trembling, the Princess hastily pulled out a jade flute and pressed it to her quivering lips.
A sorrowful melody filled the air, weaving a tale of a woman's lament.
When the last note faded, she peered at Gu Qingfeng fearfully, awaiting judgment.
"Passable," he said dismissively. "From now on, you'll be this Emperor's flute slave."
"W-what?! A slave?! Never! I am a Princess of the Feather Transformation Immortal Dynasty! If my father finds out—"
Snap!
Gu Qingfeng flicked his fingers, summoning a wisp of eerie purple flame in his palm.
The surrounding space warped, as if the very laws of reality were burning away.
The Princess' voice died instantly. Her entire body shook as if she'd seen the devil himself.
"T-the... Star-Extinguishing Demonfire?! Y-you... You're the Star-Extinguishing Immortal King?!"
Thud!
She collapsed to her knees, drenched in cold sweat, kowtowing frantically.
"This lowly one was blind to your majesty! Please, Immortal King, spare the Feather Transformation Immortal Dynasty! This worthless life is yours to take!"
With that, she raised a delicate hand, aiming to strike her own skull in atonement.
【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.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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'!"
