Someone?!
The sound exploded in his ears.
Wind Ghost’s eyes snapped open, and he immediately scanned the surroundings, shouting sharply, “Who’s there?! Show yourself!”
The next moment.
A figure slowly materialized in mid-air in front of him.
It was Qin Luo.
He was wearing a black trench coat, a faint smile playing on his lips.
What sent a chill down Wind Ghost’s spine was that Qin Luo was standing in mid-air!
Floating in the air—was he at the Peak Realm?
No...
Wait...
Wind Ghost observed carefully.
He noticed that beneath Qin Luo’s feet was an almost invisible black thread, as if it connected him to the void.
With every step Qin Luo took, the thread extended, allowing him to stand in mid-air.
Wind Ghost stared at him warily. “You?”
He had seen this man before—or rather, in the photo Shangguan Chuxue had shown him.
This man... was Su Muwan’s subordinate.
But this ability of his was something Wind Ghost had never encountered before.
Shangguan Chuxue’s intel hadn’t mentioned this.
Wind Ghost had survived this long thanks to his instinct for sensing danger in advance.
He never acted without absolute certainty.
Thinking this, Wind Ghost decided to test the waters with a few moves.
If things went south, he would flee immediately!
This subordinate was no ordinary man.
The Ten Thousand Demon Banner wasn’t fully developed yet, and he couldn’t afford any mishaps here.
As if he could read Wind Ghost’s thoughts, Qin Luo, standing in mid-air, looked down at him with a chilling glint in his eyes. He smirked and said, “Wind Ghost, a ghost cultivator, and Shangguan Chuxue’s master.”
“Formerly a disciple of Dragon Tiger Mountain.”
“Expelled for secretly learning forbidden techniques and injuring fellow disciples during the Celestial Master Selection Battle.”
“Now reduced to a pathetic worm, crawling in the gutters.”
“Am I right, old man?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Wind Ghost’s expression froze.
Then...!
His face twisted into a mask of rage: “You little brat! You’re asking for death!!”
“I wasn’t planning to fight you!”
“But since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish!!”
As he spoke, he swung his right hand, and a surge of yin energy rushed toward Qin Luo in mid-air.
At the same time, Wind Ghost vanished from his spot.
Qin Luo smiled faintly, and the black threads beneath his feet rapidly extended in all directions.
The next second.
“Die, you brat!!”
Wind Ghost reappeared behind Qin Luo in a cloud of black smoke, wielding a blood-red sword aimed straight at the back of Qin Luo’s head.
“Already lost your temper?”
“How did you ever expect to become a Celestial Master?”
Qin Luo chuckled, and just as the sword was about to make contact, his body exploded into a swarm of grotesque, cawing crows.
“Caw! Caw!”
“Caw! Caw!”
The crows scattered, lunging at Wind Ghost with glowing red eyes and piercing cries.
“!!!”
“You know transformation arts?!”
Wind Ghost exclaimed in shock, instinctively raising his arms to shield his face.
But...
Smack!!!
“Don’t move.”
A black claw appeared out of nowhere and struck Wind Ghost’s face with brutal force.
His body froze in mid-air.
His pupils trembled violently.
I... can’t move?!!!!
Caw! Caw! Caw!
The swarm of crows descended, tearing into him.
“Arghhhh!!!”
Thud!!
Boom!
Wind Ghost’s body crashed to the ground with a thunderous impact.
But it wasn’t over.
The shadowy crows, like a black torrent, descended rapidly.
As Wind Ghost regained his senses, he saw the swarm descending and his pupils contracted. He instinctively tried to form a hand seal.
But then...
Qin Luo’s voice echoed again.
“Don’t move.”
Smack!!
The black claw struck again.
Wind Ghost froze once more.
Wind Ghost: ?!
He could only watch helplessly as the flood of crows slammed into his body.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Upon contact, the crows exploded violently.
The explosions continued for two full minutes.
Smoke filled the air.
Everything fell eerily silent.
When the smoke cleared...
Tap, tap.
Footsteps approached.
Qin Luo emerged from the shadows, walking leisurely toward Wind Ghost, who was now barely recognizable.
As he walked, he mocked, “Trash will always be trash.”
“I told you not to move, and you actually listened.”
“No wonder they kicked you out, and you just left like a dog.”
!!!
Wind Ghost, who had just relived his life in a flash, widened his eyes in shock and fury.
The pain from his injuries paled in comparison to the humiliation of Qin Luo’s taunts.
He turned his head, even as chunks of flesh fell from his body.
But!
His body had long since been altered by years of practicing forbidden arts!!
As long as resentment existed in this world, he was immortal!!
And indeed, Qin Luo noticed that Wind Ghost’s injuries were rapidly healing.
He could sense the evil energy in the atmosphere converging toward Wind Ghost.
Wind Ghost screamed, howled, and trembled: “Qin Luo!!! You vile bastard!!!”
“Those scum from Dragon Tiger Mountain were afraid of me, an outsider, becoming the next Celestial Master!”
“That’s why they used that excuse to expel me!”
“As a strongman, winning is all that matters! The means don’t matter!”
“They just looked down on me because I’m an outsider!!”
“And you!!”
“I’ll make you pay!!!”
Wind Ghost, born a century ago, had seen it all.
But today, he had truly lost his composure.
Qin Luo blinked and shrugged. “Seems like you’re angry.”
“Arghhh!!!”
Wind Ghost roared, channeling all his evil energy. A massive surge of malevolent power erupted from him, distorting the very space around him.
“I’ll make you pay!!”
Wind Ghost bellowed as his body began to levitate.
He thrust his hands forward, and a torrent of evil energy surged from his palms.
He shouted, “Ten!! Thousand!! Demon!! Banner!!!”
“Appear!!”
As Wind Ghost’s voice echoed, the sky darkened, thunder rumbled, and a massive banner descended from the void, landing in front of him.
The banner was adorned with countless ghostly figures, wailing and shrieking.
Wind Ghost grasped the banner, and the figures on it came to life.
Countless demons emerged, their mouths gaping wide, snarling and roaring.
“The Ten Thousand Demon Banner is steeped in evil energy. Even I can’t control it for long.”
“But to kill you, I’m willing to sacrifice my soul!!”
Wind Ghost’s eyes glowed crimson as he glared at Qin Luo. “Qin Luo!! I don’t care how you found me!”
“But today!! You will die!!”
With that, he swung the banner.
“Hear my command!”
“Ten Thousand Demons, arise!!”
Boom!!
“Woo—!”
“Woo—!”
As Wind Ghost roared, the evil energy from the banner condensed and then burst forth like a flood.
A horde of demons surged out, each one grotesque and terrifying, as if ready to devour everything in their path.
The sky was filled with swirling, shrieking demons, plunging the world into a nightmarish frenzy.
All that was left was for Wind Ghost to give the order, and the demons would descend upon Qin Luo, tearing his soul apart.
Wind Ghost laughed maniacally. “Kid, you...”
Before he could finish, Qin Luo looked up, then back at Wind Ghost, interrupting, “Do you have any last words?”
Wind Ghost’s words were cut short. Seeing Qin Luo’s calm demeanor, his eye twitched.
He took a deep breath to steady himself, then sneered. “Kid, stop pretending. The Ten Thousand Demon Banner is a treasure I’ve spent half my life refining.”
“Today! You will become another soul in my banner!!”
Qin Luo nodded slightly, raising his hand. He gave Wind Ghost a strange look and said, “So that’s your last words.”
“Weird.”
With that,
**[Pressure Demon Flame!!! Activate!!!]**
【As the oppressive aura erupted, demonic flames scorched everything in their path, causing ghosts and gods to tremble in fear, and all living beings to retreat.】
Boom!!
The sky was set ablaze with demonic flames.
In an instant.
The heavens... lit up.
Wind Ghost's expression froze in confusion: ?
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?"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
