Bang!
Ye Wuyou, who had been held tightly by Yuwen Xiong, was abruptly dropped to the ground.
Yuwen Xiong recoiled as if electrocuted, swiftly withdrawing his hand and frantically rubbing it against his robes, as though desperate to scrub away any lingering misfortune.
"Uncle, hurry up and throw this jinx out!"
Yuwen Bo’s face darkened. Why don’t you do it yourself, you idiot?
"Ahem..." Yuwen Bo cleared his throat. "Don’t worry. While the Demon Infant is indeed sinister, its curse primarily affects blood relatives. For outsiders, it poses little threat."
Hearing this, Yuwen Xiong finally relaxed slightly.
"Then, Uncle, what should we do with this brat? It seems he really does have a grudge against Gu Qingfeng, but we should just kill him. A future Immortal King—and we’ve already kidnapped him. Since we’ve made an enemy, we should eliminate the threat permanently."
Ye Wuyou, still sprawled on the ground, panicked and scrambled to his feet. "No grudge! No grarde! I’m easygoing—I never hold grudges!"
Neither of them paid him any attention.
After a moment of silence, Yuwen Bo mused, "This matter is best left to the Ancestor’s judgment."
"Such a trivial matter requires the Ancestor’s involvement?" Yuwen Xiong was taken aback.
"The Demon Infant is no small matter. The Ancestor may have his own plans."
As he spoke, Yuwen Bo retrieved an ancient mirror shimmering with radiant light. With a series of hand seals, he began summoning the presence of the Radiant Dawn Immortal King.
Moments later, the mirror’s surface swirled with immortal light, revealing a figure whose face was obscured, yet whose aura loomed as vast as the sun, moon, and stars.
Even through the mirror, the overwhelming majesty of his presence was palpable.
This was the Radiant Dawn Immortal King.
The two immediately dropped to their knees, bowing deeply. "We greet the Ancestor."
"What is it?" A voice, ethereal and resonant like the echoes of the Great Dao itself, emanated from the mirror.
Yuwen Bo stepped forward and respectfully recounted the situation regarding Ye Wuyou.
Silence fell over the mirror.
Then, Ye Wuyou—who had been trembling under the Immortal King’s oppressive aura—suddenly felt an unimaginable gaze descend upon him, as if piercing through countless stars to fixate on his insignificant form.
It was the gaze of a deity.
His trembling intensified, and an overwhelming sense of insignificance, like an ant before a god, seized his heart.
Yet, deep inside, he swore a silent oath: Elder Demon Gu! The Radiant Dawn Clan! You humiliate me now, but if I survive this day, when I ascend as an Immortal King, I will repay every ounce of suffering tenfold!
"You are called Gu Wuyou?" The Radiant Dawn Immortal King’s voice was indifferent, devoid of emotion.
Thud!
Ye Wuyou immediately prostrated himself, kowtowing so hard it seemed he might smash his head into the ground. "Immortal King, this lowly one’s original name is Ye Wuyou."
"Ye Wuyou? Indeed, you bear the Demon Infant’s physique. But do you know that, with just the Demon Infant’s talent alone, you will never ascend to Immortal King?"
Ye Wuyou shuddered. "This lowly one begs for the Immortal King’s guidance."
The Radiant Dawn Immortal King’s voice remained calm. "The path to Immortal Kingship is fraught with peril. Talent alone is insufficient without the strength to protect yourself. In my youth, I relied on the combat prowess of my Radiant Dawn bloodline, the Demon Infant’s innate gifts, and the protection of my maternal clan to overcome every obstacle.
"But you? You have no protector, no formidable bloodline. Your chances are slim."
Ye Wuyou was no fool. Having survived under the cruel reign of Elder Demon Gu, his wits and instincts were razor-sharp.
He immediately grasped the subtext—the Immortal King had no intention of killing him. Instead, he saw value in him.
Of course. A future Immortal King—who wouldn’t be tempted?
Yuwen Bo and Yuwen Xiong weren’t fools either. They understood the Ancestor’s implication: he wanted Ye Wuyou to join the Radiant Dawn Clan.
Yuwen Xiong instinctively resisted. He was the clan’s brightest rising star. If Ye Wuyou joined and was granted the Radiant Dawn bloodline, his own position would be obliterated.
"What am I to do?!" Ye Wuyou feigned despair. "I sacrificed my entire clan for the Demon Infant’s power. If even that isn’t enough to achieve my goals, how can I face my ancestors in the afterlife?
"Immortal King, this lowly one is honored to share the Demon Infant’s fate with you. I beg you, by the bond of our shared origin, to help me!"
"After countless millennia, another Demon Infant emerges. Perhaps this is fate. Very well, I permit you to join—"
Before the Radiant Dawn Immortal King could finish, Yuwen Xiong blurted out, "Ancestor! The Demon Infant is a walking curse! He’ll bring ruin to the entire clan!"
Radiant Dawn Immortal King: "..."
Ye Wuyou: "..."
Yuwen Bo: "..."
An awkward silence descended.
Only then did Yuwen Xiong realize his blunder. His face drained of color, sweat pouring down his back. "N-no! Ancestor, I didn’t mean you! I meant Ye Wuyou! A slip of the tongue—please forgive this unworthy descendant!"
He kowtowed frantically, the sound echoing through the hall.
After a long pause, the Radiant Dawn Immortal King finally spoke.
"The Demon Infant’s curse primarily targets its own bloodline. For others, the ill effects are negligible. As for the residual misfortune... I have my ways to mitigate it."
His words settled the matter. No matter how much Yuwen Xiong objected, he dared not speak another word.
Ye Wuyou was overjoyed. Not only had he escaped death, but he’d also secured a powerful backer!
A master of opportunism, honed by years of groveling under Elder Demon Gu, he wasted no time.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Three resounding kowtows later, he raised his tear-streaked face.
"Wuyou lost his father young, drifting through life with no purpose. My only regret is not meeting the Immortal King sooner.
"You, who owe me nothing, have shown me such kindness. Wuyou is eternally grateful. If you would have me, I wish to honor you as my adoptive father. From this day forth, I shall serve you with filial devotion."
As the saying goes: Once you betray your roots, you’ll do it again and again.
Radiant Dawn Immortal King: "..."
Yuwen Xiong: "..."
Yuwen Bo: "..."
Was this rehearsed?
The Radiant Dawn Immortal King had only intended to recruit him into the clan. He hadn’t expected an instant adoption.
I offer you kinship, and you leap straight to sonhood?
After a moment’s consideration, for reasons unknown, the Immortal King finally replied, "Very well. Given our shared lineage as Demon Infants, I shall accept you as my nominal son."
Ye Wuyou trembled with excitement, kowtowing once more.
"Your son, Yuwen Wuyou, pays homage to his father!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Rise," the Radiant Dawn Immortal King said coolly. "Once matters here are settled, return to the clan."
With a wave of his hand, a surge of radiant immortal light enveloped Ye Wuyou.
For a heart-stopping moment, Ye Wuyou feared an attack—but when the light faded, he was unharmed.
Even the oath-binding curse Elder Demon Gu had planted within him was gone.
He was instantly overcome with wild joy. He had long fantasized about breaking free from Elder Demon Gu's control, never expecting this day would come so soon.
Moreover, with the help of his adoptive father, his vengeance against Elder Demon Gu was now within reach!
As the saying goes, man strives upwards while water flows downwards.
The same principle applied to choosing an adoptive father—having a Celestial King as his protector meant a lifetime free from worry!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.”
【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.)
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.
