Gu He gave Gu Changge no chance to explain what had happened. The moment he opened his mouth, he had already passed judgment, placing himself on an absolute pedestal as the enforcer of justice.
Seeing this, the plump shopkeeper pointed at Gu Changge.
“Elder Gu He, please see justice done! This brute is savage and vicious. I implore you to strike at once, suppress him, and uphold the laws of Sunset City!”
Inside and outside the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, everyone held their breath. As the two giants of the underworld and the authorities joined forces to exert pressure, all eyes turned toward the solitary figure in white, their gazes filled with complicated emotions.
A mid-stage Earth Immortal, a ninth-level True Immortal, and the immense backing of the Four Seas Trading Company—not to mention the Immortal Palace.
This was practically an inescapable deathtrap.
At last, Gu Changge moved.
He merely lifted his eyes and looked at Gu He, who hovered in midair with overwhelming might, as if he were the master of a domain of heaven and earth.
Their gazes met.
Gu He's sharp eyes, carrying the pressure of an Earth Immortal and the fury of laws, collided with a fathomless pool of ancient, still water. Not a single ripple stirred in Gu Changge's gaze.
Gu Changge raised a hand and brushed his fingertips over the pristine white cuff of his sleeve. His movements were elegant and casual.
Then, just as Gu He's brows drew tighter and tighter, his pressure grew more and more intense, and everyone was wound taut with tension—
He spoke.
His voice was not loud, and his tone was utterly flat, yet it was like a cold, razor-sharp invisible blade, reaching the ears of everyone present with perfect clarity.
“You’ve been making such a racket for ages…”
“And that’s all you wanted to say?”
He tilted his head slightly, as if genuinely puzzled. His expression held an almost childlike confusion, yet it was cold enough to pierce the bone.
That airy retort was more insulting than any heated abuse could have been.
“Brat! You’re courting death!”
The gloom on Elder Gu He's face was instantly replaced by furious crimson.
“Say what you like. Today, you will still die!”
Gu He's beard and hair stood on end. Azure immortal light surged wildly around him, faintly tinged with blood-red. The pressure of a mid-stage Earth Immortal was unleashed without restraint.
It raged outward like a tsunami. The Drunken Immortal Pavilion groaned under the strain, and many of its wooden windows exploded outright.
“I am the heavens of Sunset City! If I say you are guilty, then you are guilty! Die for me!”
He thrust both palms forward.
An azure palm imprint, condensed to the utmost and containing the laws of an Earth Immortal, instantly took shape in his hands. Space twisted around it, and it carried terrifying might capable of crushing mountains and obliterating souls as it descended toward Gu Changge.
Before the palm even arrived, the shockwaves from its terrifying pressure had already left the surrounding crowd gasping for breath. They stumbled backward one after another.
Yet Gu Changge remained exactly where he was, without even raising his eyelids.
Under the incredulous gazes of everyone present, the enormous azure palm, blazing with overwhelming might, vanished the instant it touched Gu Changge, like snow thrown beneath the scorching sun.
It had not shattered. It had not been defeated.
It had been completely erased and annihilated at the level of existence itself.
The fury and killing intent on Elder Gu He's face froze in an instant, replaced by indescribable shock and terror.
His full-powered attack had failed to stir even the slightest ripple in front of Gu Changge.
“Impossible! Who exactly are you?!”
His voice had become shrill and distorted with extreme fear, devoid of even the slightest trace of an Earth Immortal's dignity.
Gu Changge slowly withdrew his finger.
“I told you,” he said, his voice still calm, yet carrying a chill that seemed to freeze the soul.
“You’re very noisy.”
The instant his words fell, Gu Changge's gaze focused ever so slightly.
There was no explosion of aura, nor any surge of immortal energy.
Yet Elder Gu He in midair seemed to have been struck head-on by an invisible hammer weighing hundreds of millions of tons.
“Pfft!”
He did not even have time to scream. The protective immortal light around him shattered like paper.
His entire body fell from the sky like a kite with its string cut, slamming into the stone-paved street with a thunderous boom and smashing out a deep crater.
He lay at the bottom of the pit. Countless bones had been shattered, his immortal energy had dispersed, and blood flowed from his seven orifices. He had barely any breath left, and his eyes were filled with boundless terror and disbelief.
One glance.
It had taken only one glance!
A mighty mid-stage Earth Immortal had been crippled!
At that moment, everyone felt as if their blood had frozen solid.
The smile had long since vanished from the plump shopkeeper's face. In its place was deathly pallor and uncontrollable trembling.
Meanwhile, Gu Changge slowly rose to his feet.
His white robes remained as clean as snow, untouched by even the slightest speck of dust.
His gaze swept across the entire scene. Every person he looked at lowered their head in terror, trembling all over and not daring even to breathe too loudly.
At last, his eyes settled on Elder Gu He, barely alive at the bottom of the crater.
“You said you were the heavens?”
Gu Changge shook his head lightly, his tone carrying a hint of faint mockery.
“Looks like your heavens are about to collapse.”
At those words, Gu He's body convulsed violently.
“How dare you… You can’t kill me! I am an elder officially appointed by the Immortal Palace of Fortune! If you dare lay a finger on me today, you will make an enemy of the entire Immortal Palace of Fortune!”
A final trace of madness and hope flickered in his eyes, as if those words were the only lifeline he had left.
“The Immortal Palace is filled with experts, and its Palace Master has attained unfathomable power, reaching the Celestial Immortal realm! The Immortal Palace has already sensed everything you’ve done today. They will never let you go! They will surely extract your soul and refine your spirit, ensuring that you never reincarnate for all eternity!”
He used the last of his strength to shout out the threat, attempting to use the Immortal Palace's overwhelming authority and its legendary Palace Master to intimidate this terrifying White-Clad Fiend.
However, faced with his hysterical threat, Gu Changge showed not the slightest trace of fear. Instead, he almost felt like laughing.
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling upon Gu He's twisted face, distorted by fear and venom.
“The Immortal Palace of Fortune?”
Gu Changge repeated the name.
“Oh, I almost forgot.”
Before his voice had even faded, an abstruse dao mark faintly revolved within Gu Changge's eyes.
Under that single glance from Gu Changge, everything in Gu He's memory was read in an instant—the entirety of what he knew about the Immortal Palace of Fortune, his cultivation insights, his secret proclivities, his filthy dealings…
Everything.
The dao mark in Gu Changge's eyes vanished, returning them to their unfathomable calm.
Only now, within that calm, there seemed to be a trace of understanding, as well as a hint of weary boredom.
“So that’s how it is.”
He murmured to himself, his voice so soft that only Little White beside him could barely hear it.
“Stealing the origins of the lower realms, monopolizing, exploiting, factional struggles, hypocrisy, preparing an escape route…”
“I thought the Immortal Realm might have something new to offer. As it turns out, it’s nothing but the same tired old tropes.”
“The farce should come to an end.”
As his words fell, Gu Changge casually raised his right hand and waved it at the empty space before him.
The movement was gentle and effortless, utterly free of worldly traces, and contained not the slightest hint of killing intent or brutality.
Yet at the very instant he waved his hand—
An intangible, wondrous ripple spread out from the Drunken Immortal Pavilion like ripples across water, instantly covering the entirety of Sunset City.
The next moment—
Silent annihilation unfolded simultaneously in every corner of Sunset City.
In the crater, Elder Gu He's body, together with his tattered Daoist robe, was like a sand sculpture caught in a gale.
He silently dissolved into the finest particles of dust, scattering into the air without leaving the slightest trace—as if he had never existed in that pit.
Beside him, the fat shopkeeper’s look of terror froze forever on his face. Then, starting from his feet and spreading upward, his entire body rapidly turned transparent and blurred before vanishing completely. Even his cultivation at the ninth heaven of the True Immortal realm failed to stir the slightest ripple of energy.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
