A moment later.
Qin Luo followed Long Dingtian through three layers of reinforced iron gates, the air thick with the strange mingling scent of ambergris and decaying blood.
When the final massive iron door—engraved with dragon-suppressing runes—swung open, a wave of heavy, deathly gloom rushed forth.
Long Aotian’s withered body lay sunken into a bed of cold jade, his skin marred by eerie, shifting patterns of blue-black veins.
Once the War God of the Dragon King Palace, his every breath now rattled like a shattered gong.
As Qin Luo stepped into the chamber, Long Aotian suddenly convulsed violently.
BOOM!
A surge of black mist erupted from his chest, coalescing before the onlookers into the ghastly visage of a demonic face.
Long Dingtian instinctively took half a step forward, only to freeze at the sound of his mother Liu Ye’s stifled sobs.
"Dingtian..."
Long Aotian’s eyes snapped open, his murky pupils flashing with a faint golden light. "This is...?"
"Master Qin," Liu Ye whispered, wiping the black blood seeping from her husband’s lips. "The one you asked to see three days ago."
Then, turning to Qin Luo, she clutched Long Aotian’s skeletal hand. "Master Qin... They say you can undo the backlash of Heaven’s Punishment..."
"I can."
A shadow coalesced into a willow-leaf blade at Qin Luo’s fingertips. His gaze flickered to Long Aotian’s chest before he spoke slowly, "But are you certain you want it undone, Madam Long?"
"Your old man’s got something filthy nesting inside him~"
As he spoke, a peculiar glint flashed in Qin Luo’s eyes.
Interesting.
So this is what they call [Heaven’s Punishment]?
To think... it’s this kind of thing?
At these words, Long Aotian’s pupils constricted violently. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, gasping, "...Go... Get out...!"
Every word sprayed crimson froth, while the demonic face formed by the black mist above his chest twisted into an even more grotesque grin.
BOOM!
The next instant—
The cold jade bed shattered. The black miasma from Long Aotian’s chest solidified into the spectral form of a monstrous entity—three-eyed, six-armed.
It fixed its malevolent gaze on Qin Luo, its voice a guttural rasp:
[Eat... Delicious...]
Long Dingtian’s pupils shrank. "Wh-what is that?!"
"Pretty obvious, isn’t it? Your dear old dad’s been possessed by something."
Qin Luo waved a hand dismissively, glancing at Long Dingtian from the corner of his eye. "Take your mother and leave. I’ll handle this."
"Master Qin..."
Long Dingtian clenched his fists—but didn’t hesitate.
He immediately pulled his mother toward the exit.
If Master Qin said so, then he must have a way to deal with it. Staying would only be a hindrance. And if his presence distracted Master Qin, he’d never forgive himself.
BOOM!
The heavy doors slammed shut.
Qin Luo turned his full attention to the monstrous apparition writhing above Long Aotian’s chest.
Damn...
Even Long Aotian—a protagonist-tier existence—got reduced to this state by whatever this is?
Just what the hell is it?
As the thought crossed his mind—
"Mas... Master Qin..."
Long Aotian’s skeletal fingers clawed at the bed’s edge, flesh sloughing off under the shadow’s corrosion. His gaze locked onto Qin Luo, voice ragged:
"Twenty years ago... when I broke through... it should’ve been the Nine Heavens’ Lightning Tribulation..."
His chest heaved like a broken bellows.
"But what struck down... was something alive!!"
Qin Luo: ?
Long Aotian’s eyes widened as memories flooded back—
The sky splitting open, a crimson eye glaring from the void. Bone-white claws reaching through thunderclouds.
Long Aotian had severed three of those claws with his full power, but the fourth pierced his heart.
And that fingerbone...
It took root inside him, sprouting into the abomination now howling before them.
"It... changed me," he rasped. "Even my master couldn’t suppress it... My body felt like it was being devoured from within..."
"I... I was terrified. That’s why I kept Dingtian away..."
"But then, one day, my Divine Dragon Technique broke through. I thought I’d suppressed it..."
"Yet... some instinct drove me to take wives, sire children... endlessly..."
"All to... harvest the vitality of their placentas..."
"And then... months ago... the day Xiao Tian was thrown into the river by Miss Su... it reawakened..."
"I knew... I couldn’t hold on any longer..."
"Master Qin..."
"The heavens... there’s something else up there..."
Long Aotian’s stare remained fixed on Qin Luo—until, with a sickening crack, his head lolled. Dead.
Simultaneously—
ROAR!!
The demonic entity’s form solidified further, its crimson eyes burning into Qin Luo.
[So... fragrant...]
Its voice—like a child’s—pierced Qin Luo’s mind.
Then—
[Heaven’s Abomination detected!]
[Master, please eliminate the target!]
[Reward: Scavenger’s Handbook (Illustrated Edition) x1]
As the system’s prompt appeared, Qin Luo frowned.
Heaven’s... Abomination?
[Reporting to Master: This is a malignant entity born from the corruption of the Heavenly Dao! It parasitizes living beings, consuming all to grow. Currently, it’s merely in its larval stage!]
A creature spawned by a tainted Heavenly Dao...
How intriguing.
Qin Luo tightened his grip on the willow-leaf blade. Suddenly, he recalled something—
Back at Destiny Mental Hospital, Dr. Ya once mentioned the original script of his world.
[After the Heavenly Dao went mad, its malice birthed the "Abominations."]
[Under normal circumstances, you’d carve a path through that world, purging every last one.]
"The Heavenly Dao... has gone insane, huh."
Qin Luo murmured, lips quirking slightly.
He eyed the larval-stage abomination before him and chuckled. "So now... we’re back to my destined role?"
(Full context: Chapter 400)
The next instant—
BOOM!
The shadowy willow-leaf blade in Qin Luo’s hand erupted in size. The abomination’s three bloodshot eyes swiveled wildly.
A skeletal claw tore through the air, reeking of decay.
"A larva dares to bark at me?"
Qin Luo sneered, swinging the blade horizontally.
SCHLICK!
The claw disintegrated into ashes.
Simultaneously—
[Pressure Hellflame!] —Activate!
BOOM!
The entire chamber seemed to convulse under an invisible, crushing force.
The abomination shrieked as the pressure pinned it in place.
Then—
Soul-scorching demonfire surged forth, a tsunami of annihilation. The black flames twisted like ravenous beasts, lunging for the abomination.
[SKREEEEE—!!]
Its wails—mimicking a wailing infant—echoed through the chamber.
Tap.
Tap.
Qin Luo strolled leisurely toward the immobilized creature, willow-leaf blade in hand.
With each step, the once-ferocious abomination shrank—diminishing into something pitiful.
It morphed into the form of a sobbing child, whimpering: "B-big brother... spare me... I won’t do it again..."
Qin Luo smiled.
Then—
BOOM!
His fingers elongated into spikes, slamming into the child’s skull. "You think I’m stupid?"
[GYAAAAAA—!!]
SQUELCH.
Demonfire erupted from his palm.
The child’s form warped back into the abomination’s true visage—twisted in agony.
"I'll kill you! My comrades will definitely kill you!!!"
Boom!
The fiend dissipated with a wretched scream.
At the same time.
[Congratulations, Master! You have slain a Level 1 fiend!]
[Reward obtained: Scavenger's Handbook Illustrated Guide x1!]
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
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?"
