Xu Mu looked at the stage in the distance. A middle-aged man wearing a theatrical costume and painted facial makeup strode to the center of the stage with the imposing steps of a tiger.
"Good evening, everyone."
The middle-aged man exuded an imposing aura. His movements were grand and expansive, his steps powerful and steady. He embodied the role of a martial general in traditional opera.
Xu Mu closed his eyes to sense his surroundings and found that he could perceive this middle-aged man.
That proved one thing: this person was a real, living human.
According to the old man next to him, this place was a Heavenly Dao-level array, yet this middle-aged man was able to participate in it.
Xu Mu concluded that this man must have some understanding of the Heavenly Dao-level array before them.
He looked at the people in the cages. Fu Jinyu and Nalan Shisan were both struggling relentlessly.
However, the cages didn't budge an inch, even as all of their Qi energy burst forth from within.
The terrifying shockwaves generated by their struggles rippled out in all directions.
Yet, the cages remained firmly rooted on the stage, merely giving the spectators in the front a good scare.
Xu Mu examined the remaining three cages, which held two men and one woman.
One was a young man from a foreign race, and another was a bald, middle-aged man.
The last woman was wearing a traditional horse-face skirt and a black top.
She had black hair with straight bangs across her forehead. On her beautiful face were a pair of heterochromatic eyes.
She was different from Nalan Shisan; Nalan Shisan had unusual sclerae, whereas this woman simply had different colored irises.
Her left eye was black, but her right eye was golden.
She didn't seem afraid of her current predicament. She just sat in the cage, resting her cheeks on her hands, smiling at the crowd outside.
The smile was radiant, but upon closer inspection, it felt somewhat chilling.
Through the Eye of God, Xu Mu inspected the remaining three.
The young man from the foreign race had white hair. Unlike the silver hair of the Jiuli Tribe, his was a pure white, like goose feathers.
He belonged to the Tengu Tribe.
In the original plot, this race had been introduced; they had once produced top-tier experts.
The ancient Dragon Kingdom legend of the Tengu devouring the sun referred precisely to this race.
As for the bald man, he was also from the Tengu Tribe.
However, the slightly gloomy-looking woman with straight bangs and heterochromatic eyes completely stunned Xu Mu.
Name: Xianling Nan
Identity: Holy Maiden of the White Stone Tribe, female lead of The Evil God Leaves Prison.
Affection: -80
Destiny Level: 10 (Max level 10)
Seeing this information, Xu Mu was genuinely surprised. This woman was quite different from the female leads he had encountered before.
First was her Destiny Level. She was the second max-level person Xu Mu had ever met.
The first was Xu Ningbing.
From Xu Ningbing's storyline, Xu Mu could deduce just how terrifying this woman was.
As a level-ten character, Xu Ningbing started cultivating in her twenties and skyrocketed to become a top-tier expert in just a few short years.
Although her fortuitous encounters weren't as great as Ye Chen's, they were still plentiful. She was the standard primary member of Ye Chen's harem.
Her strength was second only to Ye Chen.
Since this woman was also level ten, it proved that she was Wu Tian's primary female lead.
However, what Xu Mu couldn't understand was why this woman's affection toward him was so deeply in the negatives.
He had never even met her.
Xu Mu stared intently at her eyes and realized she had barely even made eye contact with him.
After pondering for a moment, Xu Mu understood the reason. Her affection wasn't just heavily negative toward him specifically.
It was the same for everyone present. She wanted to kill every single person in front of her.
Xu Mu shook his head slightly. As expected of the Evil God bro, his main wife was simply built different. One look and you could tell she was ruthless.
Unlike Xu Mu, the focus of everyone else present was not on Xianling Nan, but on Fu Jinyu and Nalan Shisan.
"That woman looks like the Empress of the Heavenly Demon Tribe, Fu Jinyu!"
"That's right, it's her. I can't believe she was captured. I imagine most people here are itching to make a move."
"Of course. The Heavenly Demon Tribe used to be able to rival the Jiuli Tribe. A dignified Empress, and such a beauty to boot, she'll definitely be fought over. Any child born to her would undoubtedly possess incredible talent."
...
Compared to Fu Jinyu, there wasn't as much discussion about Nalan Shisan, but a portion of the crowd was still staring at her.
"To think the recluse Demon Queen was also captured. I have to say, this woman looks really enticing."
"I'm not interested in her. I bet she's already dried up."
"Me too. I feel like playing with her would just be her playing with me."
...
"We caught five people today. We'll follow the old rules: if anyone is interested in someone, you're welcome to bid."
The middle-aged man on the stage smiled at the crowd below. "First up, from the Tengu Tribe."
Xu Mu looked around. He wasn't interested in this young man.
"I bid ten catties of spirit stones."
A person in a black robe in the front row raised his hand.
"You old dog, so your son's life is only worth ten catties of spirit stones?"
Another black-robed person in the distance raised a hand. "I bid a thousand catties!"
At this point, everyone was watching the spectacle like a joke.
From the crowd's chatter, Xu Mu roughly figured out the reason.
It turned out the two families had engaged in a fierce battle over a treasure, and ultimately chose to wager lives here.
The Tengu Tribe had lost.
And the other party was clearly forcing the Tengu Tribe's hand. A thousand catties was already half a ton of spirit stones.
If the Tengu Tribe didn't match the bid, his son would surely lose his life.
"A thousand and ten catties."
The middle-aged man from the Tengu Tribe raised his hand and then said, "If you bid any higher, you can have the boy's life!"
Hearing this, the other party stopped talking. Evidently, making the Tengu Tribe lose half a ton of spirit stones was already a massive lesson.
If he continued to bid and ended up using his own spirit stones to buy the other man's son's life, the loss would outweigh the gain.
"Alright, a thousand and ten catties. Any higher bids?"
The middle-aged man on the stage looked around, then smiled. "It seems there are none."
As he spoke, he pressed one hand against the stage.
As the array fluctuated, a black hole appeared on the stage. Four people walked out from inside, pushing two 500-kilogram scales.
The middle-aged man from the Tengu Tribe also took out five or six spatial rings and brought out all the spirit stones.
The group spent some time weighing them until, finally, the amount of spirit stones was sufficient.
They took the spirit stones and walked into the hole together, and the stage returned to its original state.
"This person is yours now. Whether you want to release him, kill him, or cripple him, I can accommodate your request,"
the middle-aged man in the theatrical costume said with a smile.
"This is my son, of course I want him released!"
The middle-aged man from the Tengu Tribe shouted loudly.
"Very well."
The man in costume pressed a hand against the cage, and the cage dissolved into vines and disappeared.
"Father!"
The young man immediately jumped down.
"Old Zhong, I'm sorry. All my spirit stones were used to save my son. I will take care of your wife and daughter."
The middle-aged man from the Tengu Tribe bowed deeply to the bald man up high, then pulled his son away.
The bald middle-aged man seemed to have known this would happen; his expression did not change.
"Alright, next is the second one, also from the Tengu Tribe."
The middle-aged man in costume pointed at the bald man and scanned the surroundings.
A long time passed, but no one spoke up.
"It seems no one is interested. Then we will dispose of him."
As soon as the voice faded, a four-headed monster appeared, grabbed the cage, and flew off into the depths.
"Next is the third person, from the Heavenly Demon Tribe."
The middle-aged man in the theatrical costume pointed at Fu Jinyu inside the cage.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.
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.”
