Entering the courtyard, the cries of infants became clearer, drifting from the room along with the gentle coaxing of a man and a woman.
Gu Changyuan followed behind Zhuge Jinglong and pushed the door open.
The room was elegantly furnished, and the air was filled with the scent of spiritual medicine.
The first thing that caught the eye was a large, spacious bed.
Xu Mengyao half-leaned against the headboard, holding a small swaddled baby in her arms. She looked down, coaxing it with soft whispers.
Sitting by the bed was a young man.
He wore a moon-white long robe. His face was handsome and clear, his brows and eyes gentle.
His posture was upright but not aggressive, carrying the refined elegance of a scholar mingled with the aura of a cultivator. This was Xu Mengyao's husband, Zhuge Sijue.
At this moment, he was also holding a swaddled baby in his arms, gently patting it while murmuring softly.
The corners of Gu Changyuan's mouth curled up slightly, and he opened with a teasing remark:
"My, little girl, it's rare to see you so well-behaved."
Hearing the familiar voice, Xu Mengyao stiffened. She instantly stopped coaxing the baby and snapped her head up.
When she saw the familiar and majestic figure at the door, her eyes instantly reddened, and crystal tears flashed in her eyes.
"Master..."
She opened her mouth, her voice a little choked. Instinctively, she tried to throw off the covers and get up to bow.
"That's enough, that's enough."
Gu Changyuan pressed his hand down in the air, and a gentle force pushed her steadily back onto the bed.
"Spare the formalities. It's been so long, and you're still as restless as ever. You didn't even know you were pregnant. Don't be a bad influence on my little grand-disciples."
Xu Mengyao's tears instantly vanished.
She pouted, looking unconvinced:
"How was I supposed to know I was pregnant! It's because my physique hid it too well! If it doesn't tell me, how would I know!"
Gu Changyuan smiled and shook his head, his gaze falling on her face.
Her complexion was rather pale, with exhaustion lingering in her eyes, and the spiritual energy in her body had grown thin.
It was obvious that giving birth to these two little ones had drained a lot of her vitality.
He took a step forward and raised his right hand.
An ice-blue stream of spiritual energy escaped from his fingertips and instantly entered Xu Mengyao's body.
The crowd around them only saw a flash of blue light!
The next instant—
A soft blue halo lit up around Xu Mengyao. Wherever the light passed, the spiritual energy that had been depleted from childbirth was frantically replenished.
In merely three breaths.
The blue light dissipated.
The pallor on Xu Mengyao's face was swept away, replaced by a healthy, rosy glow.
She blinked, feeling the surging spiritual energy within her body, and cried out in pleasant surprise:
"Wow! I'm fully healed!"
Her energy levels were even higher than before she gave birth.
Zhuge Jinglong's pupils shrank slightly.
The elders standing behind him could no longer hide the shock on their faces.
For the past few days, they had tried every possible method to help Xu Mengyao recover her vitality—miraculous pills, heavenly treasures, and they even asked several secluded ancestors to intervene.
The result?
The effects were minimal.
After the Ultimate Dao Sacred Physique gave birth, the source essence it consumed was extremely unique; it seemed she could only rely on herself to slowly recover.
But now—
This Sacred Ancestor of the Celestial Holy Land casually pointed his finger, and in just three breaths, restored Xu Mengyao to her original state!
Such power...
Stormy waves surged in Zhuge Jinglong's heart. He subconsciously looked at the elders beside him and saw the same shock in their eyes.
Zhuge Sijue was the first to recover. Holding the infant in his arms, he quickly bowed slightly to Gu Changyuan. His expression was incredibly respectful, and his tone sincere:
"I am Zhuge Sijue, greetings to Master! Thank you, Master, for stepping in and helping Yaoyao fully recover. Words cannot express my gratitude!"
Gu Changyuan's gaze fell on the young man, looking him up and down.
He had a handsome face, a gentle temperament, and measured manners. Most importantly—
He could keep this crazy girl, Xu Mengyao, in check.
A smile appeared on his face as he raised a hand to gesture for him to rise:
"It was no trouble at all, no need for formalities. But being able to keep this girl in line means you're pretty good, kid."
Saying that, he gave Zhuge Sijue a thumbs-up.
Hearing Gu Changyuan's teasing, the atmosphere in the room instantly lightened. Zhuge Jinglong, Ye Qingxue, and the others all laughed out loud.
......
Meanwhile.
The Stargazing Pavilion.
The furnishings inside the pavilion were extremely minimalist, yet an ancient and mysterious aura permeated everywhere.
The dome was transparent, revealing the slow rotation of a sky full of stars.
The surrounding walls were engraved with dense star charts and hexagrams, marks of divination left by generations of Zhuge family ancestors.
In the very center of the pavilion was a massive star compass.
The star compass rotated slowly, countless points of light flickering upon it, calculating the karmic changes of heaven and earth.
And at this moment, nine figures were sitting cross-legged.
They were the true foundation of the Zhuge family—nine ancestors, each at the Half-Immortal realm, with several at the absolute peak of the Half-Immortal realm.
And above them, sitting cross-legged on the highest jade throne, was an old man.
The old man had an ancient visage, with completely white hair and a beard, but his eyes were as deep as an abyss, seemingly capable of seeing through eternity.
The aura around him was restrained to the absolute limit. If one didn't sense carefully, they might even think he was just an ordinary, dying old man.
But if a true powerhouse were here, they would be horrified to discover—
Hidden within that old man's body was a terrifying power capable of destroying heaven and earth.
When Gu Changyuan and his group appeared in the Zhuge family, they naturally noticed.
When Gu Changyuan casually pointed a finger and instantly restored Xu Mengyao to normal, it immediately caught the attention of all the ancestors in the Stargazing Pavilion.
Their originally calm expressions were instantly replaced by shock. Their composure vanished without a trace, leaving their eyes full of disbelief.
Especially the old man on the highest jade throne. His slightly closed eyes snapped open, a rare trace of surprise flashing in their depths, and the aura around him rippled slightly.
One must know that after Xu Mengyao gave birth, all of these ancestors had been invited to help heal and nourish her.
But the results were barely satisfactory.
Yet this Sacred Ancestor of the Celestial Holy Land, who had suddenly appeared in the world, easily restored Xu Mengyao with just a casual wisp of spiritual energy.
He even completely replenished her consumed source essence. This level of strength was simply too terrifying, far exceeding their imagination.
One ancestor was the first to snap out of his daze. With a voice trembling with shock, he whispered:
"It seems this Sacred Ancestor of the Celestial Holy Land is far more extraordinary than we imagined!"
Another ancestor quickly nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with awe:
"Indeed! To be able to heal Mengyao's source damage so easily, his current cultivation realm is definitely above all of ours!"
An ancestor sitting closest to the jade throne also nodded in agreement.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, turned to look at the old man on the jade throne, and asked respectfully:
"Grand Patriarch, what do you make of this Sacred Ancestor of the Celestial Holy Land?"

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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.”