"Gentlemen, no matter how bizarre this brat is, can he really withstand our combined might? Why must we play by his rules? I say we all rush him at once and cut him down!" the Gray-robed Man snarled.
The other immortals' eyes flickered with agreement. Indeed, no matter how strange this youth was, could he truly stand against a group of immortals?
"Right! Let's attack together!" someone echoed.
As soon as the words fell—
The Gray-robed Man took the lead, abruptly swinging his sleeves. Two blood-red crescent blades shot forth, slashing through the air.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two razor-sharp crimson arcs, like bloody moons hanging in the sky, erupted with terrifying killing intent.
The Netherblood Twin Blades!
A renowned immortal weapon in the lower reaches of the Star River, infamous for having drunk the blood of immortals—its might was unparalleled.
Boom!
The other immortals followed suit. They knew that if they didn’t go all out now, killing Gu Qingfeng would be impossible. So when the Gray-robed Man struck, they unleashed their full power without hesitation.
Over thirty immortals attacking at once—the sheer force of it was earth-shattering, their radiant immortal light stretching across millions of miles.
Demonic blades, flying swords, secret arts, divine abilities—countless treasures and techniques converged like a bursting dam, crashing toward Gu Qingfeng in an overwhelming tide.
These were immortals, each wealthy beyond measure. The techniques and weapons they wielded were extraordinary, products of the Eternal True World, far surpassing anything from the lower realms.
Boom!
In that instant, countless terrifying attacks merged, shaking heaven and earth, distorting the void as they bore down on Gu Qingfeng, determined to annihilate him.
The scattered mortal cultivators witnessing this were utterly petrified. When had they ever seen so many immortals strike at once? The devastation was apocalyptic.
Could any mortal possibly withstand such an onslaught?
Especially the Gray-robed Man’s blood-red crescent blades—their overwhelming slaughter aura, sharp as the void itself, radiated the most terrifying pressure of all.
Yet, faced with this cataclysmic assault, Gu Qingfeng remained utterly calm—even amused.
Ants trying to shake a mighty tree—how laughable!
How dare fireflies compete with the brilliance of the moon?
Instead of dodging, Gu Qingfeng stepped forward to meet the attacks head-on.
As he moved, boundless demonic radiance erupted from his towering figure. Layer upon layer of devilish light surged, containing unfathomable destructive energy—the manifestation of trillions of years of cultivated power.
By the end, Gu Qingfeng’s form was entirely engulfed in dazzling demonic radiance, like a fiendish god clawing its way out of hell. His trillions of years of accumulated might were now on full display.
At this moment, every immortal facing him felt like a mortal standing before a raging sea—utterly insignificant and powerless.
Boom!
He flashed forward, charging straight into the storm of immortal weapons and techniques, fearless and indomitable.
Clang!
A golden flying sword slashed against Gu Qingfeng’s body, sparks flying as the metallic clang echoed—yet it failed to even scratch him.
With a casual grab, he seized the golden sword. The weapon, infused with the essence of primordial gold, gleamed with intricate Dao patterns, its brilliance extraordinary.
"This sword is fated to be mine."
Gu Qingfeng spoke indifferently, then channeled his trillions of years of power to instantly erase the sword’s soul imprint before pocketing it.
Pfft!
A nearby immortal vomited blood violently—the golden sword was his lifebound treasure. Having its imprint forcibly erased wounded his soul, leaving him severely injured.
And he was only the first.
With every subsequent move, Gu Qingfeng seized another immortal weapon, effortlessly wiping away its imprint with his boundless reserves of power, uncaring of the expenditure.
One by one, the immortals coughed up blood, faces pale with horror.
"Return my immortal weapon!"
"You shameless thief! How dare you steal my flying sword!"
"What in the heavens is going on?! How can a mere mortal have such an indestructible body? His flesh is tougher than immortal weapons—no, even true immortal bodies pale in comparison! Our attacks can’t even pierce his skin!"
"Who cares about weapons and bodies now?! Can’t you see he’s erasing our imprints like it’s nothing?! Even if we immortals steal another’s weapon, it takes months—years—to refine and overwrite the imprint. Yet he’s wiped out dozens in moments! Just how much power does he possess?!"
After plundering their weapons, Gu Qingfeng found little left to take. So, he finally acted.
"To receive without giving is discourteous. Now it’s my turn to strike. Hehehe..."
With a maniacal laugh, he raised his arms, unleashing a torrent of demonic power. A colossal devilish palm materialized in the sky and slammed down.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three or five immortals, too slow to dodge, were crushed into paste, their blood raining upon the earth.
The scene resembled swatting flies.
The remaining immortals were terrified, screaming, "Run! He’s unstoppable!"
They scattered like streaks of light, desperate to escape.
"Where do you think you’re going?! Offer up your lifetimes of cultivation to me! Hehehe..."
Gu Qingfeng, now a bloodthirsty demon, transformed into a streak of devilish radiance, hunting them down. In mere moments, over a dozen immortals were caught, their essence drained until they withered into husks.
The survivors were scared out of their wits, burning every escape technique they had.
But it was futile. Gu Qingfeng moved like a phantom—whenever an immortal fled, he appeared before them in an instant, seizing their throats and devouring their essence with his Heaven-Devouring Art.
"My lord! This lowly one submits! I’ll serve you as a slave for life—spare me!"
A scantily clad beauty shrieked in terror, trembling like a leaf.
"Hmph! Worthless wretch. You think you’re fit? Die!" Gu Qingfeng crushed her delicate neck, draining her dry.
She had been one of the loudest earlier—now she begged for mercy? Dream on!
He continued his hunt.
"Demon! Even in death, I’ll drag you down with me!"
A black-robed man roared in desperation, his eyes bloodshot as he burned his life force in a suicidal technique, aiming to take Gu Qingfeng with him.
"Raaaaagh!"
He charged, throwing everything into a punch aimed at Gu Qingfeng’s shoulder.
Thud.
A sound no louder than a fart.
Gu Qingfeng didn’t budge. He gazed down at the man with utter disdain.
The black-robed man stared blankly at the unharmed shoulder, disbelief etched across his face.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Suddenly, an indifferent voice erupted beside the black-robed man’s ear: "Ant, do you think you’re scratching an itch for this Emperor?"
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.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
【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.)
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
