"This Marquis truly dares not descend into the Star River—so what?" Divine Martial Marquis said indifferently.
"Keh keh keh..." Gu Qingfeng burst into laughter. "This Emperor thought you were something impressive, but turns out you're just a pathetic coward who doesn't even dare step into the Star River."
His expression suddenly twisted into a vicious grin, his demonic eyes locking onto Divine Martial Marquis as he sneered, "Then what the hell are you yapping about?"
Divine Martial Marquis frowned slightly. "This is precisely why I despise your Star Demon race. A wretched species like yours shouldn’t even—what?!"
His face abruptly paled as his body flickered like a phantom to the edge of the Star River, his jade-like hand lashing out in a furious grab.
But Gu Qingfeng had already plunged headfirst into the river, sending a towering wave over ten meters high crashing outward.
The spray scattered uncontrollably, and before Divine Martial Marquis could react, droplets of Star River water splattered onto him.
Horror flashed across his face as vast surges of immortal energy erupted from his body like a raging tsunami.
Yet the droplets struck with the weight of falling stars, colliding against his energy with a sizzling hiss.
In the end, Divine Martial Marquis—a Great Luo Golden Immortal—managed to barely withstand the assault.
From within the Star River, Gu Qingfeng’s voice echoed mockingly.
"Pathetic coward, come down here if you’ve got the guts!"
Divine Martial Marquis—
He never imagined Gu Qingfeng would be such a freak. Even the upper currents of the Star River couldn’t harm him. What kind of monster was this?!
Now, he was filled with regret.
In modern terms: he should’ve just captured the bastard from the start instead of posturing. Now, the prey had slipped away, leaving him humiliated.
"What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Weren’t you enjoying your tea earlier? Go on, take another sip!" Gu Qingfeng taunted while swimming leisurely in the river.
The mention of tea made Divine Martial Marquis—despite his endless lifespan—burn with shame and fury.
He’d had the chance to seize Gu Qingfeng earlier, yet he’d wasted time brewing tea instead. What kind of lunacy was that?!
"Who are you? How can you swim unscathed in the Star River?!" Divine Martial Marquis suddenly roared. "Are you the reincarnation of the Star Extreme Immortal King?!"
"I’m your damn father!"
"You insolent wretch! Do you truly believe this Marquis can’t deal with you?!"
Divine Martial Marquis snapped. His eyes blazed like twin suns, radiant to the extreme, casting golden light across the entire Star River.
Whoosh!
A blinding beam of light shot forth, searing like a supernova, illuminating the heavens.
It tore straight toward Gu Qingfeng.
Gu Qingfeng’s expression tightened as he swiftly dove deeper, evading the attack.
Yet the beam pierced through the Star River’s waters, relentless in its pursuit—proof of its terrifying power.
Fortunately, Gu Qingfeng moved through the river like a fish in water. Unlike outsiders who had to struggle against its corrosive force, he thrived in it, continuously absorbing Star Extreme Law energy.
With this power, though it didn’t enhance his other abilities, he could manipulate the river’s currents to a small degree.
He summoned waves of Star River water as shields while propelling himself deeper.
After descending hundreds of feet, the beam finally dissipated.
Though unharmed, Gu Qingfeng was shaken. A Great Luo Golden Immortal was on an entirely different level—like a being from another dimension.
Not only could they ignore spatial distance, but they could also pierce the Star River itself.
That beam had felt like a gamma-ray burst annihilating countless stars before finally fading.
But fear wasn’t in Gu Qingfeng’s nature.
He scoffed, "Useless trash. This Emperor stands right in front of you, and you still can’t land a hit. Why even live? A ‘Great Luo Golden Immortal’? More like a pathetic joke."
Divine Martial Marquis’ face darkened. The skies convulsed with thunder, and the very fabric of the cosmos seemed to wail.
Silently, his eyes began gathering energy again—this time far more intensely. Twin golden suns burned within his gaze, though his complexion grew increasingly pale.
Oh shit!
This guy’s lost it!
Gu Qingfeng realized he couldn’t stay. If the Marquis had some secret technique to multiply his power a hundredfold, he’d be doomed. Time to flee—but not without a proper exit.
He sneered, "Mark this day’s grudge—Holy shit!"
Before he could finish, Divine Martial Marquis unleashed his attack.
This beam was several times thicker and more devastating than before—unstoppable in its might.
The moment it struck the river, the waters boiled violently, shaking the heavens and sending stars tumbling from the sky.
Though the river eroded its power, the beam was simply too massive to be fully diminished.
Gu Qingfeng dove frantically, descending thousands of feet, yet the beam—though halved—gained speed, closing in fast.
He swerved, but the attack curved like a homing missile.
Damn it!
With no choice, he summoned the Star Extreme Demonfire, the Immortal-Binding Chains, and the Nine Heavens Profound Ice Soul-Freezing Pillar.
The chains coiled around the beam like serpents, weakening it slightly. Though they couldn’t stop it, they slowed its advance.
Next, he hurled the Star Extreme Demonfire.
Strangely, the flames didn’t extinguish in the river—instead, they erupted like oil meeting fire, expanding wildly. Likely due to their shared origin, the two forces amplified each other.
The explosion was cataclysmic, filling the river with blinding light and the sound of shattering stars.
Yet from the chaos, a hair-thin strand of golden light shot forth—diminished but unyielding.
Gu Qingfeng calmly raised the Nine Heavens Profound Ice Soul-Freezing Pillar. A glacial aura erupted, further weakening the beam before it struck the pillar with a thunderous—
Boom!
With a sound like a bubble bursting, the light in his eyes scattered and vanished without a trace.
Meanwhile, a faint mark appeared on the Nine Heavens Profound Ice Frozen Soul Snow Spirit Frostlight Pillar.
Truly, a Great Luo Golden Immortal is fearsome beyond measure.
Even after being weakened by the Star River, and despite the layers of protection from the Star Extreme Demonic Flame, the Immortal-Binding Chains, and the Nine Heavens Profound Ice Frozen Soul Snow Spirit Frostlight Pillar, the attack still managed to leave a trace on the pillar.
One could only imagine—if this had struck land, the Nine Heavens Profound Ice Frozen Soul Snow Spirit Frostlight Pillar would likely have been completely destroyed, unable to withstand such a blow.
【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.)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.”
