Seeing Li Mo's earnest inquiry and then glancing at Qin Yuzhi, who was nearly numb from losing, Shangguan Wencang and the group of elders weren’t shocked at first—instead, they fell into deep contemplation, trying to make sense of the words Li Mo had just uttered. Words they recognized, but strung together in a way that defied logic.
Demon Summoning Sect’s leader?
Your employee?
Qingyuan Sect’s Supreme Elder???
How the hell could these three titles possibly belong to the same person?! This was absolute nonsense!!
"Hold on, let me sort this out..."
Shangguan Wencang and Elder Hanhe attempted to comprehend, only to realize their understanding needed serious improvement.
"Uh, maybe I should start from the beginning."
Li Mo cleared his throat and said:
"Back then, I saw the people of the Southern Border suffering under the oppression of the Demon Summoning Sect. Coincidentally, I needed the power of the masses for a certain martial technique, so I teamed up with some senior demon elders—as everyone knows, they’re quite skilled in imitative martial arts..."
"And then, somehow, I ended up becoming the Demon Summoning Saint’s uncle-in-law..."
"So you created a new sect?! To scam the Demon Summoning Sect?!"
Elder Hanhe’s eyes bulged as he rolled up his sleeves.
He was completely dumbfounded.
A "Myriad Phenomena Immortal Sect"? The "Primordial Heavenly Lord"? And even dragging little Bing'er into being their saintess?
It almost sounded plausible...
"Hanhe, look at you, always so impatient."
Seeing the eccentric Elder Hanhe on the verge of losing his temper, Shangguan Wencang quickly stopped him.
Taking a deep breath and reminding himself to stay calm, the Sect Master finally said:
"Go on."
"Actually, there’s no treasure beneath the Cloud Dream Palace—just the former Divine Summoning... no, Demon Summoning Sect’s leader, Qin Yuzhi. But of course, no one would believe that, so I used a body-transforming martial technique to kick a rock and lure them away..."
"Tch, those Demon Summoning Sect folks aren’t the brightest. They’re probably still celebrating over there."
"......"
This time, it was Elder Zeng and the Three Heroes of Hengyun’s turn to fall into contemplation.
So that strand of hair they fought over...
Was literally just a strand of hair?! (Throws it down in frustration)
The Sect Master and the Divine Armory Peak’s elder felt their scalps tingle.
This kid... no, this little bastard’s audacity was off the charts! His actions were downright Shang Wu-level outrageous!
"Then I thought, since Sect Leader Qin was all alone with nowhere to go, and we already had a strategic partnership with the Demon Summoning Sect—plus, she’s practically born to be a worker—why not recruit her into the Myriad Phenomena Immortal Sect?"
"And while we’re at it, have her join our Qingyuan Sect as a Supreme Elder. A nice bonus, really..."
"You little bastard, shut your mouth!!"
Elder Shangguan lost his composure and nearly swung his smoking pipe at Li Mo’s head.
Would their ancestral legacy just become a den of misfits?!
Could they even still call it a sect? At best, it’d be a corporation—a massive one at that.
"Oh right, the Qingyuan Imperial Mausoleum..."
Qin Yuzhi suddenly looked up as memories flooded back:
"I was the one who designed the mausoleum. I even placed several divine-intent statues at the entrance to scare off tomb raiders. Why can’t I see them anymore?"
Wait, so Jade Cluster Peak was the mausoleum’s entrance?
Those "divine-intent statues" she mentioned...?
Li Mo turned to his master.
"?"
Shangg Wu touched the bridge of her nose and whistled, gazing up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.
The beautiful master had no idea what he was talking about.jpg
Well, turns out their ancestral legacy was designed by her all along.
Shangguan Wencang’s expression was complicated. A seventh-realm expert—many major sects guarding entire regions didn’t even have such old monsters in their ranks.
Immortal realms were legends, and those of the Heaven-Treading Realm had vanished from the world.
The seventh realm was already the strongest known force in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
But her identity was far too sensitive, with too many entanglements.
"This is a grave matter that requires careful deliberation."
The Sect Master hurried back to the main peak—perhaps to consult the real Supreme Elders.
Elder Zeng of Hengyun Sword City and Bai Jinghong’s group temporarily settled at the Divine Armory Peak. Since the Three Heroes of Hengyun were on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, heading to the imperial capital from Purple Sun Prefecture would be more convenient.
As for Elder Hanhe...
"Perfect, I’m not great at this. You take over, Elder."
Li Mo vacated his seat and sat next to the ice block (Ying Bing), ready to learn.
Elder Hanhe frowned. "This old man never partakes in such gambling gatherings. A waste of spirit."
"Hammer Treasure, didn’t we agree earlier to return to the Divine Armory Peak for some forging?"
Li Mo suddenly muttered.
Did this kid actually have an interest in smithing?
Oh right, the "Divine Hammer Little Tyrant"...
Elder Hanhe subtly reversed course and sat back down.
"Occasional leisure is harmless."
"Shang Wu, today you’ll learn that the true Mahjong King of Qingyuan Sect is someone else!"
And so,
The clattering of tiles resumed.
The true Mahjong King of Qingyuan Sect was indeed someone else—not Shang Wu, but not Elder Hanhe either.
After Li Mo left the table, the ice block (Ying Bing) played even better!
Meanwhile, Little Li was offering "mahjong loans" on the side.
One winning money, the other lending it—
Could anyone deny this was a marital scam?!
For the sake of the other three players’ experience, the overconfident Li Mo, who believed he’d mastered the game, was swapped back in.
"How come the tiles I draw are so bad from this spot?"
Li Mo grumbled, scratching his neck.
Ying Bing glanced down and noticed a few beams of sunlight filtering through the banyan tree, casting dappled light on Li Mo’s neck—accentuating the red marks from his scratching.
"Hahaha, winning hand! Pay up, pay up!"
Once again, Li Mo was the only one without a winning hand, leaving him frustrated.
Before he could reach for his neck again, a cool touch suddenly soothed the itch.
Huh?
He turned and realized—somehow, he and the ice block were sitting much closer. Any nearer, and she’d practically be in his lap.
"Here?"
"Mhm... another spot itches too."
"Where?"
"The other side."
Li Mo replied, slightly guilty.
"?"
What kind of position would allow scratching both sides of the neck at once?
She’d have to stand behind him, letting his head rest against her stomach...
Ying Banished the mental image and glanced at the neatly stacked tiles.
"You’ve misplayed several tiles."
"Eh?"
Li Mo raised a brow and saw his already terrible hand worsen. He clicked his tongue, unsure if his melancholy was due to mahjong or... something else.
His luck only worsened.
This round seemed doomed from the start.
Little Li’s lips twitched as he leaned back—only to bump into something soft and warm.
Was it his imagination?
His breath caught a faint, cool fragrance, and the icy touch against his neck lingered.
Dazed, he turned, his cheek brushing against the elegant curve of her abdomen.
"Still itchy?"
"Not anymore."
Li Mo took a deep breath, inadvertently scattering the tiles. Across the table, Elder Hanhe and the others frowned—then their eyes widened.
"Looks like we won."
Ying Bing spoke softly, though her flickering gaze wasn’t on the tiles.
He said the itch was gone.
But had his restlessness somehow spread to her—settling somewhere she couldn’t reach?
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?"
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.
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
