At the deepest part of the cave was a vast space, measuring a full hundred zhang across.
The domed ceiling was incredibly high, where faint silhouettes of wandering spirits could be seen drifting about.
The surrounding stone walls were completely covered in runes, sealing and protecting the entire space tightly.
In the exact center of the space was a stone bed.
The bed was carved entirely from a single, solid block of black jade, exuding a faint, chilling aura.
Formations were laid out around the stone bed as well. These arrays rotated slowly, emitting a soft light that enveloped the person lying on the bed.
It was a woman.
A human woman.
Her skin was an unhealthy, abnormal pale color, almost transparent, faintly revealing the pale blue veins underneath.
Her eyes were tightly shut, her expression peaceful, as if she were merely asleep.
But Gu Changyuan could clearly feel it.
Her life force was already extremely weak.
So weak that it was like a candle flickering in the wind, threatening to extinguish at any moment.
Men Fusheng stood by the stone bed. His gaze fell upon the woman's face, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
There was heartache, guilt, hope, and apprehension.
Gu Changyuan did not say a word. He walked straight to the stone bed and cast his gaze upon the woman.
A faint light flowed within his eyes.
A strand of his divine sense probed into the woman's body.
It was pitch black.
Absolute darkness, devoid of any light or sound.
Gu Changyuan's divine sense hovered in this darkness as he calmly scanned his surroundings.
"Hmph."
He gave a cold snort.
He tapped his right foot lightly.
A burst of spiritual energy exploded from beneath his foot, instantly tearing apart this dark space.
In the next instant...
Two massive green lanterns appeared before his eyes.
These lanterns were the size of millstones, radiating an eerie green glow.
Soon after, a gargantuan green creature slowly revealed itself. Its entire body was covered in a viscous green mist, lined with sharp fangs, and wreathed in endless cursed power.
"Roar!"
It let out a low roar, the sound brimming with warning and hostility.
Gu Changyuan looked at this massive green creature, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
This was likely the physical manifestation of the woman's curse.
It looked enormous and carried an imposing aura. If an ordinary cultivator encountered it, their legs would probably give out from fear.
But in his eyes, it was no different from an ant.
This kind of curse was different from an inner demon curse that was etched into the soul.
An inner demon curse required resolving the dark side of the victim's heart to be perfectly lifted, which took time.
However, curses like this, cast directly upon powerful cultivators, had a hard time engraving deep inner demons into an already fully formed soul.
Inner demons were things that either needed to be slowly carved in over a long period of time or cultivated from childhood.
And this curse clearly lacked that kind of effect.
Therefore...
Although it was incredibly difficult for the vast majority of cultivators to break, it was a different story for someone like Gu Changyuan, who could forcibly manifest the curse space and directly confront the curse's origin.
It was far easier and saved much more time than dealing with an inner demon.
Too lazy to waste words, he slowly raised his right hand and made a light pinching motion toward the green creature that was baring its fangs and roaring endlessly at him.
An incomparably powerful cursed force instantly surged from his palm.
That power acted like an invisible giant hand, instantly grabbing the entire curse manifestation.
Then, it began to dismantle it.
The green creature only felt its entire body being slowly dismembered by an irresistible force.
Its body was peeled apart piece by piece, and the runes on its form shattered one by one.
"Roar!!!"
It let out a shrill and miserable howl, filled with terror and despair.
It struggled madly, wanting to break free from the invisible bindings.
But it was useless.
The power was too strong, so strong that it couldn't resist at all.
It could only watch helplessly as it was dismembered bit by bit, peeled away bit by bit, and bit by bit... dissipated.
...
In the outside world.
Men Fusheng stood by the stone bed, his eyes fixed intently on Gu Changyuan's back.
He saw the senior walk up to his Dao companion and stand there, making no further movements.
He just stood there.
Motionless.
Men Fusheng opened his mouth, wanting to ask the other party if this curse could actually be broken.
But seeing Gu Changyuan's focused demeanor, he ultimately held his tongue.
He merely stood there quietly, waiting.
Time slowly slipped by.
Suddenly, a loud boom echoed!
A terrifying aura violently erupted from the woman's body.
The aura was a pure green, carrying boundless cursed power as it instantly swept out in all directions.
Men Fusheng only felt an irresistible, massive force crash into him head-on, forcefully knocking him back two steps.
He let out a muffled groan and desperately circulated his demonic energy, putting all his strength into stabilizing his stance before he barely managed to stand firm.
He forced his eyes open and looked at Gu Changyuan ahead of him.
He saw that the black-clad figure stood completely unmoving amidst this berserk might.
The eruption of the green aura grew increasingly fierce, and its might grew ever more terrifying.
Men Fusheng raised his right hand, and a long saber instantly appeared in his grasp.
He forcefully plunged the long saber into the ground, relying on the blade's support to barely stabilize his body.
After another moment...
Boom!
With one final explosive sound!
The green aura abruptly extinguished, and all of its oppressive might instantly dissipated.
Men Fusheng felt his entire body lighten. Unable to hold on any longer, he dropped to one knee, gasping heavily for air.
But he didn't rest for long.
He abruptly stood up and staggered forward a few steps. His gaze was fixed dead on Gu Changyuan, and then on the woman upon the stone bed.
Gu Changyuan slowly turned around, his face still as placid as ever.
"Elder Men, the curse has been resolved."
Men Fusheng was stunned.
He stared wide-eyed at the calm and collected senior before him, his mind completely blank.
Re... resolved?
Just like that?
It hadn't even been the time it takes an incense stick to burn, right?
The curse that he had spent so many years trying to break, begged so many people for help with, and exhausted so many resources on without success, was just resolved like this?
Men Fusheng opened his mouth to say something, only to find that he couldn't utter a single word.
He could only stare blankly at the woman on the stone bed. Her face was still pale, but her breathing had noticeably steadied. Before he realized it, his eye sockets had already grown faintly red.
Gu Changyuan followed his gaze to the woman and spoke indifferently:
"Oh, right. She hasn't woken up yet."
As his words fell, he lightly pointed his right hand at the woman. A vast and boundless life force instantly surged into her body, nourishing her nearly depleted limbs, bones, and meridians.
A few breaths later, under Men Fusheng's trembling gaze, the woman's right hand twitched slightly. She opened her eyes, and then slowly sat up.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

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.”