Boom!
A deafening explosion erupted as the alchemy cauldron shattered in an instant.
A terrifying aura began to spread.
Standing amidst the chaos was an infant no taller than half a meter, clad in a blood-red robe. Its crimson eyes radiated indifference and cruelty, contrasting sharply with its innocent, childlike appearance—an eerie sight to behold.
This was none other than Ye Wuyou, now transformed into a Demonic Infant!
Ye Wuyou stared fixedly at Gu Qingfeng, who returned the gaze just as intently. For a moment, the two locked eyes in silence.
"My divine technique is complete! No matter what you—" Ye Wuyou’s voice was icy as he prepared to deliver a pre-battle declaration, but his words abruptly halted.
His eyes swept across the barren, lifeless ground littered with skeletal remains. With his keen perception, he faintly recognized this place—it was Wuyou Mountain.
"Where is my Wuyou Mountain?!" Ye Wuyou roared in disbelief.
"The force of your emergence obliterated the entire mountain," Gu Qingfeng stated matter-of-factly.
"You li—"
KABOOM!
A thunderous roar from the heavens cut Ye Wuyou off mid-sentence.
A sudden, inexplicable dread surged through his body. Forgetting everything else, Ye Wuyou instinctively looked up at the sky—and his soul nearly fled in terror.
The once-clear sky had darkened in mere moments, thick with ominous clouds. Countless terrifying bolts of heavenly tribulation twisted and writhed like dragons amidst the roiling sea of thunder.
"How can this be?! Why is there such a devastating tribulation?! This power rivals even the Profound Immortal Tribulation! Is the existence of a Demonic Infant truly forbidden by the heavens?" Despair twisted Ye Wuyou’s expression.
Though he had become a Demonic Infant, granting him strength unrivaled among Heavenly Immortals, his true potential lay not in his current power but in his foundation—the foundation to ascend to the realm of an Immortal King.
But now, time had run out.
Even if he was unmatched among Heavenly Immortals, he was still just a Heavenly Immortal. There was no way he could survive a Profound Immortal Tribulation.
Such were the cruel twists of fate.
Just as he was on the verge of completing the Demonic Infant, Gu Qingfeng had interfered. When he thought death was certain, his enemy had allowed him to continue. Now, after finally succeeding and preparing for vengeance, the heavenly tribulation had arrived.
"Damn it! I refuse to accept this! If only I had a little more time... just a little more to grow stronger! Why won’t the heavens grant me even that? The heavens envy the talented!"
Lost in despair, Ye Wuyou nearly collapsed, no longer even registering Gu Qingfeng’s presence.
Then, he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. Turning, he met a face he would never forget.
"Are you certain you possess the potential of an Immortal King? That you will undoubtedly become one?" Gu Qingfeng’s gaze remained fixed on the tribulation as he posed this seemingly irrelevant question.
Perhaps driven by the need to prove himself before death, Ye Wuyou answered fervently, "Of course! I spent countless millennia forging the Demonic Infant—half a step onto the path of an Immortal King! Yet the heavens are unjust, seeking to destroy me—"
"Kekeke..." A wild laugh interrupted him.
Gu Qingfeng’s eyes blazed with defiance as he declared to the tribulation, "Today, your life is under my protection. Not even this tribulation can take it!"
BOOM!
Thunder roared in response, casting flickering shadows across Gu Qingfeng’s face.
The next instant—
The tribulation descended!
Gu Qingfeng’s towering figure shot into the sky, shielding Ye Wuyou like an unshakable divine mountain.
A ferocious lightning dragon roared down, its power amplified by Gu Qingfeng’s interference. Yet he stood firm, refusing to dodge—because behind him was a child, an infant.
"Indomitable Demon King Body!"
With a low shout, demonic radiance surged around him. A terrifying aura rose as his form underwent an unimaginable transformation—his body swelled, multiple arms sprouted, until he became a monstrous eight-armed demon god!
Facing a Profound Immortal-level tribulation, even Gu Qingfeng had to take it seriously. While he could trample ordinary Heavenly Immortals, that didn’t mean he could recklessly challenge Profound Immortals.
To avoid so much as a scratch, he unleashed his Indomitable Demon King Body.
BOOM!
The lightning dragon engulfed him, but Ye Wuyou remained safely shielded, unharmed.
Stunned, Ye Wuyou stared at Gu Qingfeng, who stood like a deity descended from the heavens. Emotions churned within him—how could his sworn enemy go to such lengths to protect him?
This moment was seared into his mind, unforgettable for eternity.
Yet Gu Qingfeng was equally stunned.
He hadn’t suffered the slightest injury. This was a Profound Immortal Tribulation! How could he feel nothing?
The sensation was eerily similar to when his system absorbed demonic attacks—yet he wasn’t growing stronger.
Suddenly, his heart jolted. His eyes snapped to the sword at his waist—
The Prison Demon Sword!
Earlier, he had used Wuyou Mountain’s poison to weaken its seals, keeping the sword on him. Now, he realized the tribulation’s power was being absorbed by the blade!
What was happening?
Why was the Prison Demon Sword devouring the tribulation?
Gu Qingfeng focused—and discovered the sealing power within the sword was weakening!
It wasn’t the sword absorbing the tribulation, but the "family" trapped inside!
They were using the tribulation to break their bonds!
Gu Qingfeng inhaled sharply. His "family" was far more extraordinary than he’d imagined—capable of consuming heavenly tribulation? What kind of demonic entity could achieve such a feat?
Tribulations were typically the bane of evil beings, yet the Prison Demon Sword’s prisoner could turn calamity into nourishment. This went beyond mere talent.
A thrill shot through him. Was this the legendary reward for virtue?
By saving an infant, he’d gained two "family members." A double blessing!
But as the tribulation continued, Gu Qingfeng grew frustrated. The seals on the Prison Demon Sword were too potent—this Profound Immortal Tribulation alone couldn’t fully break them. At best, it had only weakened the bindings slightly.
Still, he refused to give up. The harder he worked, the luckier he’d be. Now that he knew the method, he could simply seek out more tribulations to feed the sword.
Finally, as the last bolt of lightning was absorbed, the darkened skies cleared. Golden sunlight spilled across the land.
A beam of light fell upon Gu Qingfeng, casting his silhouette in an even more majestic glow.
He turned to face the dazed Ye Wuyou.
The infantile Ye Wuyou lifted his head, staring blankly at the man who had shielded him from annihilation.
Their eyes met once more.
Then, Gu Qingfeng laughed and uttered a sentence that would completely alter Ye Wuyou's destiny.
"Heh heh heh... This Emperor sees great potential in you. Become my son, Ye Wuyou."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
【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.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
