Whoosh~~
The lowest level.
A flame-like creature, holding a banner emitting dark energy, floated in the corridor.
"Burp~"
It had simple facial features, and it was clear that the creature had just let out a satisfied burp.
"Wuwuwu!"
"Yingyingying!"
"Help...!"
Cries of despair echoed from the Ten Thousand Demon Banner.
Yet, the flame-like creature paid no attention.
My name is Xiong Ha, originally a small mischievous spirit wandering around a party cruise ship.
I feed on the negative emotions of humans.
So, whenever I had the chance, I would create a bit of supernatural phenomena to stir up panic among the passengers.
However, I never went too far.
After all, I knew the difference between a feast and a famine.
On the contrary, thanks to my efforts, this party cruise ship gained a mysterious aura, attracting even more attention.
In comparison, I’ve seen many senior spirits causing horrific tragedies.
The seniors had insatiable appetites, often devouring human souls along with their emotions.
A cruise ship that suddenly hit an iceberg.
A school where people kept jumping to their deaths.
Unfortunate individuals who died one after another in a mysterious sequence.
These were undoubtedly the work of senior spirits.
I thought my life would simply consist of creating small scares and living off negative emotions.
But then...
A group of exorcist Taoists and... a terrifying presence that almost shattered my soul boarded this cruise ship!
That woman! She’s definitely a monster!!!
She effortlessly grabbed a high-level demonic artifact and threw it into the sea.
Hehehe, but that worked out perfectly for me!
Xiong Ha gleefully looked at the Ten Thousand Demon Banner he held in his arms.
To ordinary people, this thing was like poison, but for him, it was like an elixir of immortality.
The endless stream of demonic energy continuously nourished his body.
"Hehehe~~"
"Devouring souls, replenishing myself."
"Given time, I too will become a great spirit capable of stirring up celestial phenomena!"
Xiong Ha narrowed his eyes, but before that...
He still needed to deal with that old Taoist!
As for his confidence... it came from this demonic artifact, the Ten Thousand Demon Banner!
On the other side.
The elevator doors opened.
Zhang Tianquan arrived at the lowest level, the staff area.
It was a dim, narrow corridor.
"Where is it?"
Zhang Tianquan frowned as he looked down the seemingly endless corridor.
The spirit’s figure had disappeared.
He pulled out a talisman.
Muttering an incantation, he flung the talisman forward.
Whoosh—!
The talisman dissipated.
A ball of light illuminated the path ahead.
Zhang Tianquan steadied his mind and began to walk forward.
He proceeded cautiously, and after about fifteen minutes...
Suddenly, he stopped.
Because in the darkness ahead, a vague figure seemed to be moving quietly.
He took a deep breath, furrowed his brow, and cautiously moved forward.
Dealing with spirits wasn’t easy; he had to be alert to any situation!
However, just as he was about to approach the figure...
Suddenly!
Zhang Tianquan’s pupils contracted as he felt a strong pulling force from behind.
Without hesitation, he shouted, his body glowing with golden light: "Evil spirit, disperse!!!!"
Boom!!
After the intense golden light flashed, the expected sound of the spirit being burned didn’t come.
Zhang Tianquan frowned and looked.
There...
Was a staff member in a uniform, pushing a cart.
And the person’s appearance and aura clearly indicated they weren’t a spirit.
Had he made a mistake?
No, no, the spirit must have hidden itself.
"Taoist Master, what... what are you doing here?"
"This is the staff floor."
The staff member looked at Zhang Tianquan with concern.
Zhang Tianquan shook his head, clasped his hands, and said, "My apologies, I took a wrong turn."
As he spoke, he walked past the staff member.
The spirit was gone. Had it noticed him?
A spirit with self-awareness and intelligence... It seemed he needed to discuss this further with his disciple.
However.
Just as Zhang Tianquan was about to take the elevator back...
Suddenly!
The staff member placed a hand on the silver container lid and softly said, "Taoist Master, you forgot something."
"?"
Zhang Tianquan paused, frowned, and instinctively reached for his talisman.
But sensing no demonic aura from the other person, he lowered his hand.
He turned his head and began to speak, "What..."
Before he could finish.
Thud!
A chilling sensation surged through Zhang Tianquan’s heart.
His scalp tingled, and his entire body turned cold.
The words caught in his throat.
"This... this is....."
Because.
What lay beneath the silver lid was...
A head!! A head that looked exactly like his own!!
Zhang Tianquan looked back at the staff member.
Their face began to blur and distort.
A massive, terrifying figure shrouded in dark energy gradually emerged.
As the Ten Thousand Demon Banner rose, the concentration of demonic energy skyrocketed.
This kind of demonic creature was something even Zhang Tianquan had never encountered before.
His expression turned to shock as he hastily pulled out talismans, chanting incantations: "Heaven and Earth, Universe and Law, Five Thunders, annihilate..."
Before he could finish.
Zhang Tianquan’s voice abruptly stopped.
Because he realized his perspective had suddenly shifted.
He was now looking through the eyes of the severed head, while his own body’s face...
Wore an eerie smile.
Zhang Tianquan: !!!
Whoosh—!
Endless darkness surged in like a tide.
Zhang Tianquan’s consciousness gradually faded.
Then.
Whoosh!
Xiong Ha emerged from the Ten Thousand Demon Banner.
He excitedly hopped onto the shoulder of a small demon, letting out a series of triumphant, hehehe laughs.
"It’s done!! It’s done!!"
"Even the old Taoist master couldn’t stand against me!"
"Who on this cruise ship can stop me now?!"
"With this Ten Thousand Demon Banner!!! The entire world will bow at my feet!!"
Xiong Ha was thrilled, ecstatic, overjoyed, and astonished.
Good heavens, not only did he obtain the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, but it even came with a powerful demon attached!
This old man had deep cultivation, and after the Ten Thousand Demon Banner absorbed his soul, Xiong Ha’s body even grew a bit larger.
He suddenly understood why the seniors enjoyed devouring all the souls they could.
The rate of improvement was simply too fast!
Hehehe!!
Xiong Ha looked at the Ten Thousand Demon Banner and laughed maniacally: "If I keep devouring, even that terrifying Su Muwan won’t be my match!"
Through the memories obtained from devouring souls via the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, he learned...
These Taoists’ goal was Su Muwan!
Hah, so Su Muwan, you’re also a spirit. You almost had me fooled.
As the saying goes, two spirits can’t share one ship.
You’ll be the first stepping stone for Xiong Ha’s world domination!!
The small demon: ........
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.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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.”
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?"
