Cangwu City fell into silence.
So quiet that one could hear people's breathing.
And the faint whispers of the wind.
The surroundings were utterly still, as if time itself had frozen at this moment. Everyone was stunned by Wu Yingxue's declaration.
"No… impossible!"
Finally, someone snapped out of their daze.
A terrified voice of protest rang out.
Followed by a second, a third, a fourth.
The entire Cangwu City erupted in uproar, shocked into speechlessness by the unbelievable turn of events.
How could this be?!
How could a mere good-for-nothing like Xu Xi be allowed to marry the Wu Family's precious daughter?!
"Please reconsider! He's just a worthless waste—how could he possibly be worthy of your noble status?!" someone cried out in the scorching sunlight, their face twisted with agitation.
"Silence!"
Gilded and razor-sharp.
A hilt gleaming darkly.
Her spear swept horizontally, flames roaring into the heavens.
Wu Yingxue's expression was icy as the phoenix-fire from her spear surged skyward, scorching the very air and painting the heavens with the illusion of an undying phoenix soaring through the skies.
"Today, I will marry him."
"Let me see who dares oppose this union!"
With that,
The inferno blazed across the sky,
Engulfing all of Cangwu City in its fiery embrace.
Flames clashed with dark clouds, exuding an overwhelming, apocalyptic pressure.
Wu Yingxue no longer held back—her cultivation as a Great Dao-Severing expert was now on full display!
"What?!"
"A Dao-Severing realm cultivator at her age?!"
"Wu Yingxue… is actually this terrifying?!"
The crowd erupted in shock once more—not just the citizens of Cangwu City, but even the armored retinue accompanying Wu Yingxue wore expressions of disbelief.
All who looked up felt as though they were standing before a deity who commanded flames.
"???"
Xu Xi felt question marks popping up above his head.
Wait a minute…
Are you the protagonist here, or am I?
We're both in the same simulation, so how are you this much of a show-off?!
"Yingxue, what are you—"
"Shh… Sir, I'm helping you."
Wu Yingxue smirked, her triumphant grin reminding Xu Xi of a certain smirking dragon king.
One arm wrapped around Xu Xi's waist,
The other wielding her spear to suppress the crowd,
She communicated telepathically: "Sir, having your engagement broken off would be too humiliating for you."
"If we make the marriage real, no one will dare laugh at you."
The logic of the young noblewoman was simple:
Broken engagement = mockery.
Successful marriage = no issue.
To prevent the man she respected from being ridiculed by fools, Wu Yingxue chose to go through with the marriage and preserve Xu Xi's dignity.
"Sir, don’t you think my reasoning makes perfect sense?"
Wu Yingxue blinked playfully.
Xu Xi sighed, about to respond, when another disturbance erupted outside.
The world darkened.
Crimson stained the skies.
The voices of Cangwu City were violently suppressed—
Absolute. Overwhelming. Unrivaled.
A sword-light of divine brilliance illuminated the heavens, its radiance so intense it rivaled the sun itself, forcefully dispersing Wu Yingxue's phoenix flames.
"This marriage—I do not approve!"
A cold, clear voice descended from beyond the skies.
Her gaze pierced through time itself.
Her blade severed the threads of fate.
Snow-white robes billowed wildly in the high winds as divine chains and dao principles swirled around her. In a single step, she traversed vast distances, arriving in Cangwu City in an instant.
"It's her!"
Someone in the city gasped, eyes widening as they uttered the newcomer's name.
"Xu Moli! It's Xu Moli!"
"The prodigy who unearthed the innate Profound Bone and ascended to the pinnacle of genius!"
"Why is she here?!"
Chaos. Confusion. Bewilderment.
The people of Cangwu City were utterly stunned, their gazes darting between Xu Xi, Xu Moli, and Wu Yingxue.
In everyone's understanding,
Today was supposed to mark the second fall of "genius Xu Xi"—
A day to witness his humiliation as his engagement was dissolved.
Some sneered. Some shook their heads in pity.
All believed Xu Xi's broken engagement was inevitable.
Yet, the situation had spiraled into the absurd. First, Wu Yingxue declared she would not break the engagement. Now, Xu Moli had arrived to voice her opposition to Xu Xi's marriage.
How could this happen?
How was this possible?!
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, completely unable to comprehend why Xu Xi's broken engagement had escalated into this mess.
Under countless stunned stares,
The flames surged once more—burning with life, yet courting death, cycling endlessly through destruction and rebirth.
"You don’t approve?"
Wu Yingxue frowned, her spear pointing at the white-robed swordswoman in the sky.
"What right do you have to oppose this?!"
With a cold snort,
Wu Yingxue produced a marriage contract—prepared long in advance.
It was one of the items she had automatically obtained upon arriving in this world, tied to her identity.
Ignoring the real world, in this place, she was Xu Xi's rightful fiancée!
"I. Do. Not. Approve."
A sword-light flashed—
A fleeting instant, a single moment—
A slash of immortal radiance cleanly severed the marriage contract in Wu Yingxue's hand, splitting it in two.
"My elder brother's marriage is not something to be decided so casually. It must be discussed with me first," Xu Moli stated coolly, her black hair dancing in the wind.
"You… are not qualified."
Not qualified?
Heh. Heh.
"Sir, please wait here for me. I'll be back soon."
Wu Yingxue laughed—a laugh of sheer exasperation.
Upon entering this world, she had thought she held all the advantages. Never did she expect to be intercepted halfway, losing her golden opportunity.
Without waiting for Xu Xi's response,
Wu Yingxue shot into the sky, clashing with Xu Moli in an earth-shaking battle.
The heavens trembled. The winds stilled.
Divine might shook the world, reducing mountains and rivers to ruin.
The two supreme talents fought with unbridled fury, their battle carrying them beyond the city, devastating vast stretches of wilderness.
"Stop! Stop fighting, both of you!"
…
[Protagonist's Destiny in effect. Fortune from Misfortune in effect.]
[You are the world's chosen favorite. Due to special circumstances, you have been trapped at the Profound Power realm for years.]
[But a trapped dragon will eventually ascend.]
[Wu Yingxue, who was meant to break off your engagement, has chosen to marry you instead.]
[Xu Moli, who was meant to sever ties with you, has returned to your side.]
[Your fate has begun to shift—comprehension increasing… luck rising… physique evolving…]
[You have acquired a special constitution: Destiny’s Chosen.]
[You. Are. Destiny.]
[From this day forth, your cultivation and enlightenment efficiency will soar with time, until you stand at the apex of the world.]
[You remain utterly unfazed, showing no reaction to this development.]
[You stopped the two girls from fighting, sternly ordering them to sit down and behave.]
Cangwu City.
Near Xu Xi's residence, silence reigned.
None dared approach—merely speaking of it brought fear.
Amid that oppressive stillness,
Xu Xi, Xu Moli, and Wu Yingxue sat inside the house,
Engaged in a thorough scolding session.

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?!

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?"

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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.”