Three figures stood suspended in mid-air, their robes fluttering without any wind. Iridescent light flowed around them, and a terrifying pressure descended like a physical weight. They were the three Tribulation Transcendence realm mighty figures leading the expedition from the Wutong Sacred Land.
The person on the left wore a crimson and black robe. Though his face was aged, his eyes burned like torches. Searing fluctuations of spiritual energy lingered around him. This was Elder Chiyan, who oversaw the Sacred Land's punishments and possessed the most fiery temper.
The person in the middle was dressed in an ink-black Daoist robe, his expression indifferent. His aura was as heavy as a mountain. He was Elder Mochen, a veteran powerhouse who had lived in seclusion in the Sacred Land for many years.
The person on the right had a gaunt figure and wore a gray robe. Eerie purple light twisted around his fingertips. This was Elder Xuanfeng, a master of various mystical arts.
Every Tribulation Transcendence realm expert was a renowned figure on the Profound Sky Continent. After all, only Sacred Lands could possess powerhouses of such a caliber.
The three of them swept their divine sense outward, instantly enveloping the entire mountain peak of the Yuxu Sect. They frowned slightly but didn't take it to heart—
They clearly sensed that apart from the few people before them, there were no other auras left within the Yuxu Sect. Evidently, most of the people had already evacuated.
"Quite clever, knowing to dismiss the disciples ahead of time."
Elder Chiyan sneered, his voice as hoarse as a broken gong. His gaze locked onto Ye Chuan, brimming with killing intent.
"But it's useless. Huang Haotian, since you are still here, you won't be able to escape today even if you had wings! We have come solely to take your wretched life and seize the secret realm key. As for those fleeing ants, we will settle the score with them later!"
From beginning to end, their only target was Ye Chuan—
In the eyes of the three Tribulation Transcendence realm mighty figures, the disciples and elders of the Yuxu Sect were nothing but ants. Only by slaying Huang Haotian and seizing the secret realm key could they complete their mission and appease the wrath of the Sacred Land.
Hearing this, Ye Chuan stood with his hands behind his back. His pitch-black eyes swept over the three of them, and a mocking smile curled on his lips:
"My, my, what a grand lineup. The Wutong Sacred Land is truly wealthy and imposing, actually sending out three Tribulation Transcendence realm mighty figures all at once just to deal with someone from my little sect. If word gets out, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the other Sacred Lands?"
"So weak."
"Laughed at?" Elder Mochen's eyes turned cold, his tone biting and icy.
"You slew three of our Sacred Land's Mahayana realm elders and humiliated our Sacred Land. Today, it is only natural and justified for us to flatten the Yuxu Sect and execute an arrogant fool like you!"
"Huang Haotian, if you know what's good for you, obediently hand over the secret realm key and cripple your own cultivation. Perhaps this venerable one will leave you with an intact corpse!"
"Cripple my cultivation? Hand over the key?" Ye Chuan acted as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Aren't you overestimating yourselves a bit too much? Just the three of you, you think you're worthy of making me do that?"
"Arrogant and conceited!" Elder Xuanfeng finally spoke, his voice sinister as the purple light around him grew denser.
"Huang Haotian, do you really think that with just the few people beside you, you can withstand the army of my Wutong Sacred Land? That you can contend against the three of us in the Tribulation Transcendence realm? Let me tell you, even if the people from the Taichu Sacred Land came today, they wouldn't be able to save you!"
In their eyes, Ye Chuan's confidence might have stemmed from the Taichu Sacred Land. After all, they had found out that Ye Chuan had deep ties with them.
Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow. His gaze swept over the densely packed disciples of the Wutong Sacred Land below, and he merely shook his head:
"Contend against you? It might be a little troublesome, but to say I can withstand this so-called army of yours, well, that's not hard at all."
He paused and continued, "When high-level cultivators clash, the number of low-level cultivators has never held any meaning."
"Let alone the people you brought, even if there were twice as many, they would just be here to throw their lives away—of course, that statement includes the three of you as well."
"Insolent!"
Before his words even faded, the disciples of the Wutong Sacred Land instantly exploded in an uproar, angry shouts rising one after another.
The weakest among these accompanying disciples were at the Spirit Transformation realm, and there was no lack of Dao Comprehension realm experts among them!
Outside, many of them were sect masters and elders of small and medium-sized sects, revered and respected by others. When had they ever been so belittled?
From Ye Chuan's mouth, they had actually become meaningless ants who were only fit to throw their lives away!
"This Huang Haotian is too arrogant! How dare he insult us like this!"
"The Holy Maiden has ordered to slay this beast and leave no one alive! We request to do battle and butcher him right now!"
"He dares to look down on the experts of our Wutong Sacred Land. Today, we must thoroughly destroy his soul, grind his bones, and scatter his ashes!"
The disciples all glared with wide eyes, their killing intent soaring to the heavens. They tightly gripped their magical artifacts, itching to charge forward immediately and tear Ye Chuan into ten thousand pieces.
The faces of the three Tribulation Transcendence realm mighty figures also thoroughly darkened. The pressure around them grew even more terrifying. Elder Chiyan shouted angrily, the killing intent in his eyes surging:
"What an arrogant Huang Haotian! Today, this venerable one will let you witness the power of the Tribulation Transcendence realm, so you can die understanding why!"
Saying that, Elder Chiyan prepared to strike. The crimson iridescent light around him flared up, and searing flame power gathered as the temperature between heaven and earth instantly skyrocketed!
Right at this moment, Ye Chuan slowly raised his hand. A cold smile curled on his lips, and his tone was indifferent:
"What's the rush? It's not like you're the only ones with people."
As his voice fell, dense black chaotic power suddenly erupted around Ye Chuan. The chaotic power surged and churned, sweeping across the entire mountain peak like a tidal wave, blotting out the sky and the sun.
Immediately after, figures condensed from the chaotic power—each surrounded by an aura equal to Ye Chuan's, all at the peak of the Dao Comprehension realm!
One, two, three... A full hundreds of chaotic avatars were formed in the blink of an eye, neatly lining up behind Ye Chuan.
There were animals, armored giants, and the shadows of various bizarre monsters that Ye Chuan had once subdued. Chaotic power intertwined around them, forming a black canopy in the sky. Their imposing manner was majestic, not losing out in the slightest to the army of the Wutong Sacred Land!
Ye Chuan turned his head and looked at Bai Qianshuang and the several Dao Comprehension realm elders behind him.
"Qianshuang, and elders, step back a bit. I can resolve the matters here alone; there is no need for you to intervene."
Although Bai Qianshuang was already at the Mahayana realm, they were facing the Tribulation Transcendence realm, after all. Ye Chuan was afraid that Bai Qianshuang might lose her life here.
As for those elders, their role was more or less just to warm up the crowd.
Bai Qianshuang looked at the hundreds of chaotic avatars with terrifying auras behind Ye Chuan. A trace of shock flashed in her eyes, and then she nodded, speaking softly:
"Ye Chuan, be careful."
The elders also bowed one after another, their tone firm: "We obey the Grandmaster's orders!"
They also knew clearly that they couldn't be of much help.
After speaking, Bai Qianshuang led the elders and slowly retreated far behind Ye Chuan.
Meanwhile, on the Wutong Sacred Land's side, seeing the hundreds of avatars surrounding Ye Chuan, they seemed to realize that something was amiss.
"Are you ready to dance?" Ye Chuan grasped at the empty air, and the demonic sword Beiyana appeared in his hand.
"Cognitive Contamination, Domain Expansion."
The next moment, an invisible power spread outward, enveloping everyone from the Wutong Sacred Land.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.
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