Boom!
A dark cloud composed of vengeful spirits blotted out the skies above the sacred domain.
The army of the Ghost Domain surged forward like a tide, their spectral forces advancing relentlessly toward the heart of the Netherfrost Sacred Domain.
Yet, just as they were about to breach the domain’s grand formation, the ghostly horde came to an abrupt halt.
Before them, a lone figure hovered in mid-air.
His black robes billowed in the wind, and in his hand, a pitch-black banner hung silently—the Ten Thousand Demon Banner.
"Is that… Su Muwan’s kept man?"
A ghost general narrowed his eyes and sneered, "A mere Supreme Realm cultivator dares to stand against tens of thousands of our Netherworld Ghost Army? How laughable!"
Hearing this, the Ghost Nether King also took notice of Qin Luo.
When he recognized the Ten Thousand Demon Banner in Qin Luo’s grasp, he threw his head back and roared with laughter.
"Hahahaha! So this is where your confidence comes from!"
"Is that all?!"
With a flip of his palm, an enormous banner plunged into the void, shaking the surrounding thousand miles as ghostly energy seethed.
He taunted Qin Luo, "Brat! Did you think you were the only one with a banner? My Ten Thousand Ghost Devouring Banner has drunk the blood of multiple Sacred Domain Lords!"
His fingers clenched abruptly, and the ghostly faces on the banner shrieked in unison: "Children!! Tear him apart for me!"
Boom—!
As his words fell, the Ten Thousand Ghost Devouring Banner unfurled in his grasp, its frigid aura instantly engulfing the battlefield.
Tens of thousands of vengeful spirits transformed into a black tide, lunging toward Qin Luo.
The Ghost Nether King, Ming Yan, reveled in the thrill of the hunt, explaining mockingly, "I ascend through the power of Yin energy. These vengeful spirits are the source of my strength!"
"With them, I hold my place in the Eastern Glory Heaven Realm!"
"Ant! Regret choosing the wrong master!"
Yet, his laughter did not last long.
For in the next moment, something astonishing occurred.
Just as the ghostly horde was about to reach Qin Luo, the once-ferocious spirits suddenly froze in place.
Fear flickered in their eyes, as if they had glimpsed something utterly terrifying.
Then, they began retreating—some even prostrating themselves on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
The air grew heavy with tension.
The Ghost Nether King was stunned. "What’s happening?! Move! Rip that insect to shreds!"
But his commands fell on deaf ears.
A beat later, Qin Luo finally spoke.
"Ghost cultivator?"
He chuckled, running his fingers along the shaft of the Ten Thousand Demon Banner.
His gaze turned mocking as he looked at the Ghost Nether King. "Pity."
His innate constitution suppressed all demonic and unorthodox paths—no evil spirit could even approach him.
But more importantly…
"You raise ghosts," Qin Luo said coolly. "But what I refine… are demons."
As his words faded, the banner unfurled completely.
Boom!
The inky banner yawned open like the maw of an abyss. Pale, skeletal arms reached out from within, grabbing the vengeful spirits and dragging them into the depths.
The Ghost Nether King’s proud army of wraiths melted like snow in boiling water, their screams fading as they dissolved into wisps of black smoke, swallowed by the banner.
But the true horror came next.
The Ghost Nether King watched in shock as the ghostly faces on his own Ten Thousand Ghost Devouring Banner twisted in terror, struggling to break free—as if desperate to join Qin Luo’s banner instead!
Impossible!
Even his own artifact was trying to defect?!
It was as if… Qin Luo’s banner was of a higher order than his!
Had he, a master of the ghostly path… been outmatched?!
And what was this nonsense about "demons"?
"No! Return to me—!!"
The Ghost Nether King’s eyes bulged with fury as he frantically channeled his power, trying to wrest control back.
Yet no matter how hard he struggled, the vengeful spirits seemed eager to enter Qin Luo’s banner, crowding in willingly.
"No! This can’t be!"
The Ghost Nether King howled, his voice thick with disbelief.
His Ten Thousand Ghost Devouring Banner was a supreme treasure of the ghostly path—how could it be so utterly powerless before Qin Luo?
The black clouds that had gathered so swiftly now dispersed just as quickly.
Soon, the sky cleared once more.
The ghost generals stood dumbfounded, their eyes darting awkwardly toward their lord.
To their horror, his banner was now empty—not a single spirit remained.
Even his Yin energy reserves had been nearly drained.
Damn it… he’d been completely stripped bare!
Meanwhile, across the myriad realms, countless Sacred Domains watched the battle unfold through celestial projections.
The sight of Qin Luo effortlessly subduing the Ghost Nether King’s army sent shockwaves through the observers.
"How… how is this possible? A mere Supreme Realm cultivator suppressed the Ghost Nether King’s Ten Thousand Ghost Devouring Banner?!"
The Thunder Heavenly Lord’s eyes widened, his voice trembling with disbelief.
"What kind of banner is that youth wielding? To subdue vengeful spirits so easily…"
The Enchantress Empress frowned. This artifact… it couldn’t have originated from an ordinary minor realm.
"The Ghost Nether King has truly kicked an iron plate this time, haha!"
"Feasting on demons, using ghosts as bait… this boy’s path runs far deeper than the Ghost Nether King’s. Though, this does reveal his hand—a demonic cultivator? Still lacking."
"Indeed. A Supreme Realm is still a Supreme Realm. How could he hope to match a Half-Step Dominator like the Ghost Nether King?"
"That Su Muwan must have exhausted herself subduing the Fire Domain, forcing her to send this weakling out."
"Still, to drain the Ghost Nether King to this extent… it’s nothing short of a miracle."
The other Sacred Domain Lords shook their heads, their tones laced with schadenfreude.
Back on the battlefield—
"RAAAAAGH!!"
"I’LL ERASE YOUR SOUL!!"
The Ghost Nether King descended into madness, his face contorted with rage as black smoke erupted from his body.
Losing most of his Yin energy was worse than death itself!
And so—
He would make Qin Luo pay!
"Manifest—DOMINION FORM!!"
Boom!
The pressure of a Half-Step Dominator crushed the land beneath them, reducing the terrain to rubble.
The sacred formation behind Qin Luo began to crack.
The Ghost Nether King formed a series of hand seals, and—hummm!!
A ten-thousand-foot spectral colossus materialized behind him, six skeletal arms wielding ghostly weapons: a mourning staff, soul-summoning bells, and more.
Hovering in the air, the Ghost Nether King roared as he unleashed his killing strike: "DIE!!"
The cultivators watching through the projections sighed.
"It’s over."
Tianjizi closed his eyes, performing a quick divination. "A Supreme Realm is ultimately… Hm?"
His brows suddenly furrowed.
Something was wrong!
The next instant—
"Hmph!"
A cold, arrogant snort echoed across the heavens.
Then—
An endless wave of frigid power engulfed the battlefield.
Crack!!!
The colossal dominion form froze solid in an instant—before shattering into a storm of ice.
The Ghost Nether King’s entire body trembled: "Wha—?!"
His head snapped upward, and his jaw went slack.
Descending from the sky was a figure clad in white—Su Muwan herself.
She landed gracefully beside Qin Luo, her presence icy and imperious.
She then tilted her head and glanced at the Ghost Nether King, frozen in place, curling her lips into a mocking smirk. "Daring to use ghosts to scare my Qin Luo? Did you even ask for my permission?"
Qin Luo: →_→
So who was the one claiming to be afraid of ghosts again?
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.”
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
