It was a pair of clear eyes, currently still holding a bit of the confusion of having just woken up.
She subconsciously rubbed her eyes, then looked at her own hands. Those hands now had a healthy rosy hue, no longer the pale, translucent appearance they had before.
Her voice carried a trace of pleasant surprise:
"Huh? My curse has disappeared?"
The curse that had fallen upon her back then had been slowly eroding her life force.
From that day on, the two of them had been searching for a way to break it.
How many years they had searched, how many people they had begged, how many times they had tried...
Even when she fell into a coma, Men Fusheng never stopped.
"Xiao Ling."
A familiar voice rang out by her ear. The voice carried a noticeable tremble, as if it had suppressed too much for too long.
Zhuang Ling turned her head abruptly and saw Men Fusheng, his eyes red and his face haggard.
Gu Changyuan had already left the cave and gone to the entrance the moment she woke up.
"Fusheng, you've worked so hard these past years..."
Zhuang Ling's eyes turned red. Men Fusheng could no longer hold back; he stepped forward and hugged her tightly.
While the two reminisced affectionately inside the cave, Gu Changyuan swept his divine sense from the entrance, enveloping the entire gloomy forest.
He casually grabbed with his right hand, and a little ghost that was peeking out from the shadows was pulled into his grasp out of thin air.
The little ghost had been secretly observing this suddenly appearing human. Being caught so abruptly, the entire ghost was dumbfounded.
It looked around blankly, then looked at the smiling human in front of it—
And then, instinctively baring its fangs, lunged at Gu Changyuan.
Then it realized that it couldn't move at all.
Gu Changyuan held its tail with his left hand, raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and gently flicked its forehead.
"Smack."
The little ghost's head tilted to the left.
It blinked, still not processing what happened.
"Smack."
Another flick, and its head tilted to the right.
The little ghost finally came to its senses and began to struggle madly.
But its meager strength was nothing in Gu Changyuan's hands.
Gu Changyuan just held its tail with his left hand and kept flicking its head lightly with his right, watching its little head sway left and right, his face full of a leisurely smile.
The little ghost struggled for a long time, only to find that it couldn't escape at all. Finally, it completely gave up resisting, just drooping its head and letting Gu Changyuan flick it again and again.
Less than fifteen minutes later.
Men Fusheng led Zhuang Ling out of the cave, arriving behind Gu Changyuan.
Zhuang Ling also bowed deeply:
"I, Zhuang Ling, thank Senior for saving my life."
Gu Changyuan waved his hand and released his left hand—
The little ghost, as if granted amnesty, darted into the depths of the forest like it had seen a ghost, running away without looking back.
Gu Changyuan looked at its pathetic fleeing figure, couldn't help but chuckle, and then turned around.
"Since the matter is finished, let's return to the Heavenly Demon Sect."
His gaze fell on the two of them, his tone casual yet carrying a sense of matter-of-factness:
"Elder Men, Elder Zhuang."
Zhuang Ling's cultivation was not low, at the mid-stage of the Tribulation Transcendence realm, and her talent was not low either.
The first time Gu Changyuan saw her, he already had the thought of having her join the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Anyway, since Men Fusheng had already joined the Heavenly Demon Sect, Zhuang Ling would definitely join together with him.
So he didn't bother being polite and directly addressed her as an elder.
As his words fell, Gu Changyuan gently raised his right hand.
The scenery before them suddenly twisted and changed. In just an instant, the few of them had already appeared on the top floor of the Heavenly Demon Sect's main coffin.
Seeing their master return so quickly, the disciples were not surprised at all and stood up to bow in greeting.
Men Fusheng widened his eyes, looked around, and then looked at Gu Changyuan's back in front of him, his mind completely blank.
We're here already?
No travel process at all?
Zhuang Ling's reaction was similar. She opened her mouth, staring blankly at everything in front of her, momentarily not knowing what to say.
The two exchanged glances, both seeing the same shock in each other's eyes.
Gu Changyuan ignored their shock, waved to the approaching disciples, and then his gaze returned to Men Fusheng and Zhuang Ling:
"Elder Men, Elder Zhuang, welcome to the Heavenly Demon Sect."
He paused, his tone carrying a bit of businesslike strictness:
"However, according to the sect rules, to become a Supreme Elder or even a Lunar Elder, you need sufficient contribution points. So I'll have to trouble you two to start as ordinary elders first."
As his words fell, he waved his right hand—
Two tokens flew out from his palm and landed in front of the two.
Men Fusheng and Zhuang Ling took the tokens and said in unison:
"Thank you, Sect Master, for the tokens. We will definitely serve the sect well and not disappoint the Sect Master's expectations."
Gu Changyuan nodded, then called over a Lunar Elder.
That Lunar Elder, with an aura as steady as a mountain, arrived before Gu Changyuan and bowed respectfully:
"Sect Master."
Gu Changyuan pointed to Men Fusheng and Zhuang Ling:
"These two are the newly joined elders of the sect, Men Fusheng and Zhuang Ling.
Take them to familiarize themselves with the sect and arrange their accommodations."
The Lunar Elder swept his gaze over the two.
Fourth stage of Half-Immortal, mid-stage of Tribulation Transcendence.
Both were formidable experts.
He nodded, didn't ask much, and said directly:
"You two, please follow me."
Men Fusheng and Zhuang Ling bowed to Gu Changyuan again, then left with the Lunar Elder.
After the three left, Gu Changyuan clapped his hands:
"Alright, since the matter is resolved, let's return to the Holy Land."
As his words fell, Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue had naturally arrived by his side, standing steadily on his left and right.
Seeing this, Ye Qingxue, Bai Ling'er, Jun Mukong, and Jun Anshi also quickly stepped forward, surrounding Gu Changyuan, waiting for teleportation.
Gu Changyuan raised his hand, about to activate the teleportation array, but his movements suddenly paused. He then slapped his forehead and smiled helplessly:
"Almost forgot something."
He shook his head, his tone carrying a bit of self-deprecation:
"Sigh, I'm getting old and useless, always forgetting things."
There was no helping it; no matter what trivial matters there were, none were remembered as firmly as holding grudges.
Mo Yingluo immediately chimed in:
"Not at all~ Master, you're still young~"
Gu Changyuan was coaxed into a smile by her. With a gentle wave of his right hand, an ancient and heavy book appeared out of thin air, slowly floating in front of Xie Yunjie.
"Yunjie, this book records various exotic beasts. Take it and study it carefully, and try to comprehend the ability to manifest beasts through demonic ink."
He paused, his tone carrying a bit more of an admonishment.
"Previously, you used demonic ink to manifest weapons and inanimate objects. If you want to go further on the path of words becoming law.
You must learn to manifest living creatures with ink and comprehend the Dao within it."
Xie Yunjie's gaze fell on the book, only to see the vigorous and powerful characters Shan Hai carved on the cover.
The pages were yellowed, exuding an ancient aura.
His heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly took it with both hands.
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?"
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.”
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
