Filled with longing and hope,
An Yi invested 20 points of Evil Power into the Puppet Clone.
Then, the system dinged.
Ding! [Puppet Clone] level increased to lv2!
A brilliant light emerged.
The strange wooden puppet in front of An Yi changed.
Its short, round, and plump figure became slender, with faint muscle contours, well-proportioned and not exaggerated.
Its originally comical facial features also transformed into peerless handsomeness.
An Yi marveled at the puppet's extraordinary good looks, but upon closer inspection, he was shocked—this was his own face!
Now, the Puppet Clone possessed an appearance identical to An Yi's.
An Yi looked the puppet up and down.
Not bad, just a bit fake!
He glanced briefly at the description.
[Puppet Clone]
Level: lv2!
Spiritual Power Stage: Spirit Gathering Stage!
Seeing the description, An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.
Lv2, and it's already at the mid Spirit Gathering Stage!
If this continues, lv3 would be the Heavenly Guardian Stage, lv4 the Incarnation Stage, and lv5 at max level would directly reach Deification!
The more An Yi thought about it, the more excited he became. But after checking the Evil Power required for lv3, he instantly calmed down.
What a rip-off!
Go, pour me a cup of tea.
An Yi commanded. After all, it was a free clone, might as well use it.
The Puppet Clone stood up, its limbs stiff, moving like a robot.
When the Puppet Clone brought the water over, An Yi's face darkened.
His spiritual power was draining rapidly, as if hooked up to a pump!
An Yi hurriedly stored the system puppet back into his storage space.
This system is getting more and more idiotic!
Just pouring water consumes so much spiritual power. If he used this Puppet Clone for combat, it would exhaust him to death.
"You, how did you get in here!"
Long Aoxue's astonished voice sounded from within the storage space.
An Yi chuckled lightly: Don't worry, it's fake!
"Liar, it can still move! Take it back!"
Long Aoxue insisted firmly.
No choice. Seeing Long Aoxue wouldn't accept it, An Yi had to recall the clone back into the system.
At that moment, Long Aoxue ran out.
"Wait, why aren't you wearing any clo— oh, you are."
An Yi caught sight of Long Aoxue, who had come out wearing a loose black T-shirt, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
Looking at those fair, slender, beautiful legs, An Yi strongly suspected she was only wearing that black T-shirt and nothing else!
"Why did you come out?" An Yi asked, raising an eyebrow.
Long Aoxue's purple eyes fixed on him: "What's the deal with that blood?"
"Blood?"
An Yi showed a bit of curiosity, then remembered something.
That night at the Heavenly Palace when he reunited with Shangguan Qianqian, during the physical contact with Murong Qinghong, he had casually taken it from her.
Most likely, her bottle was originally meant to be used on him.
Later, An Yi found out this was the Demon Dragon's Blood.
An Yi asked puzzledly: "Is there a problem with the blood?"
Long Aoxue nodded timidly: "I don't know why, but I feel a sense of familiarity from it."
"Familiarity?"
Hearing this, An Yi pondered slightly.
The Demon Dragon's Blood was a sacred object of the Heavenly Palace! There were only three bottles in total.
One bottle had been used as an experimental subject many years ago.
Another bottle was used by Xing Yunjun.
His was the last bottle!
Because of Xing Yunjun's precedent, An Yi was well aware of the danger of this thing and didn't dare to use it recklessly.
Now Long Aoxue said the Demon Dragon's Blood gave her a familiar feeling. Could it be related to Long Aoxue's family?
An Yi silently thought 'my bad,' then cleared his throat and said seriously: "It's all your imagination."
Long Aoxue nodded: "Mm."
Just then, the sound of a door opening was heard.
"Go back!"
An Yi was so startled his hair stood on end, and he quickly said.
However, at that moment, Mu Qingyi had already walked in.
In that split second, Long Aoxue performed a lightning-fast flash dodge and returned to the storage space.
"What did you mean by 'go back'?"
Mu Qingyi frowned slightly, asking curiously.
An Yi coughed lightly, putting on a composed and unruffled demeanor, calmly saying: "You misheard."
Fortunately, Mu Qingyi didn't seem intent on pursuing the matter.
She walked over slowly, a smile curling at the corner of her mouth as she said: "So, what are your plans next?"
As she looked at An Yi, her gaze held a touch of pride.
This was the powerhouse who overthrew the Heavenly Palace! Her man!
"No plans."
An Yi shrugged and said seriously.
Mu Qingyi gave him a sidelong glance: "You've taken down the Heavenly Palace, and you're telling me you have no plans?"
The Heavenly Palace was the strongest force among the Immortal Sects.
Having defeated the Heavenly Palace, with the current Asura Sect's strength, subduing the Immortal Sects wouldn't be particularly difficult.
An Yi was speechless; he really had no plans.
He still had to return to the mortal world.
Mu Qingyi said: "By the way, the Qi Control Sect, the Bai Family, the Hua Family, and the Heavenly Profound Sect have all expressed interest in joining the Asura Sect. What's your take?"
Hearing this, An Yi fell into thought.
These major sects were all more or less connected to his Asura Sect.
Moreover, now that he had actually taken over the Heavenly Palace, he didn't have the energy to manage so much, and Mu Qingyi probably had her hands full too.
An Yi inquired: "What do you think?"
He still wanted to hear Mu Qingyi's suggestion.
Now, every force in the entire Immortal Sects knew the Asura Sect was the big player to cling to, all desperately trying to curry favor.
Mu Qingyi contemplated: "The Qi Control Sect doesn't have many members, but each is an elite. The Bai and Hua Families have always upheld righteous traditions, so they're good choices. As for the Heavenly Profound Sect, they've wanted to join for a while now and have helped the Azure Pavilion multiple times before. I think we can accept them."
"Alright, let them join then." An Yi said with a smile.
Ding! The number of Asura Sect members has reached 5000! Prestige Value +1000! Position Assignment unlocked!
The system voice rang out!
An Yi's expression brightened with delight—there was even a Prestige Value bonus!
Only now did An Yi understand the function of Prestige Value.
The higher the Prestige Value, the stronger the trust and authority the Sect Leader commands over the members... Wait a minute! Then why is that poker-faced guy always so defiant towards him!
Looking at the newly acquired Position Assignment function, An Yi grinned.
Heh, Grand Elder?
Let's see you be a troublemaker now!
Then, his heart full of joy, An Yi looked at the Asura Sect's top-tier elder positions and suddenly realized they were grayed out!
Lin Chen, Bai Xiu, Chen Bing—the elder positions for these three couldn't be changed?
Even including the next level down, Shangguan Qianqian's Vice-Sect Leader position, and Fang Jueming's Chief Disciple position, couldn't be altered either.
Huh, wait, since when did Chen Bing become an elder!
An Yi frowned.
Could it be that this guy appointed himself to the elder position, and then the system just accepted it?
Darn, that's totally possible!
Weren't the positions for Lin Chen and the others just made up back then and then added?
This four-eyed guy really has thick skin!
Aside from them, An Yi could freely assign positions to everyone else.
Hall Masters, twelve positions!
Protectors, eight positions!
Elders (Honorary Advisors), twenty positions!
Looking over, there were plenty of empty seats, all unassigned.
Now the Asura Sect's membership had reached five thousand, which was already a considerable size.
Thinking back now, An Yi felt a bit wistful.
Through all the storms and hardships along the way, he, as the Sect Leader, had really had a tough time!
Next, he should think about how to make these assignments.
Those few who sent him study materials... they'll be key candidates for cultivation!
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?"
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.
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?!
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!
