Today, the Outer Realm City and the entrance to the Outer Realm Domain it controlled were entirely under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Human Holy Land.
In the future, they could use teleportation arrays to send sect disciples directly to the Outer Realm Domain for practical combat training.
This place was much more stable than those secret realms in the Nine Heavens Realm.
After all, those secret realms were either activated by chance and discovered by luck, making them something one could hope for but not seek.
Or they required a long period of dormancy before they could be reopened, completely failing to meet the disciples' needs for regular combat practice.
Unlike this Outer Realm Domain, which could be entered anytime and anywhere, as long as Gu Changyuan didn't suddenly act on a whim and slaughter all the exotic beasts in the entire domain.
Those regenerating exotic beasts were enough for the disciples to practice combat and hone their fighting strength year-round.
The moment Gu Changyuan stepped into the Outer Realm City of the Outer Realm Domain, his aura spread out.
In just a few breaths, four figures flew over from various parts of the city, landed before him, and bowed in unison:
"Senior."
They were precisely the four Half-Immortal City Lords stationed in the Outer Realm Domain.
Gu Changyuan nodded in acknowledgment.
Seeing this, the four immediately stepped forward to join the other four Half-Immortal City Lords who had hurried over from the Nine Heavens Realm. The eight stood side by side, their expressions respectful, not even daring to breathe loudly.
The Lunar Elder, Chai Zizhen, stood silently beside the eight City Lords, his head bowed as he awaited orders, not daring to overstep in the slightest.
Following closely behind, the spatial rift of the Outer Realm Domain rippled slightly, and a faint ripple of spiritual energy spread out.
Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue flashed lightly, passing through the rift and landing beside Gu Changyuan.
At this moment, both women wore black veils over their faces.
The veils were thin and light, yet capable of blocking all probing.
Whether investigated with divine sense or peered at with secret techniques, it was impossible to see through the veils to the faces beneath.
Seeing the sudden appearance of the two women, the eight Half-Immortal City Lords were all startled, their expressions instantly turning grave.
Although they could not see through the women's veils or make out their appearances, the auras on the two women were not concealed in the slightest.
It was a genuine Half-Immortal Eighth Layer cultivation base, with a vast and profound aura that was full of oppressive force.
What shocked them even more was that the two women were surrounded by dense demonic energy. The cold pressure belonging to top-tier demonic cultivators directly enveloped them.
This caused the eight City Lords, who dealt with human cultivators year-round, to feel their bodies stiffen slightly. They subconsciously circulated their spiritual energy to resist, and even their breathing became cautious.
However, seeing that the two women remained standing beside Gu Changyuan with calm expressions, showing no malice or threat.
They breathed a slight sigh of relief and did not act rashly.
Gu Changyuan took all of this in and spoke calmly to dispel everyone's concerns:
"Don't worry. They are my disciples and came with me to the Outer Realm Domain. They won't attack you."
Hearing this, expressions of astonishment appeared on the faces of all eight.
The Senior's disciples?
They certainly knew that the Senior had ten human cultivator disciples, each of whom was a top-tier powerhouse among Half-Immortals.
But they never expected the Senior to have demonic cultivator disciples too?
And to present two Half-Immortal Eighth Layer ones right off the bat.
Just looking at the surface, the oppressive feeling these two gave off was terrifying enough to make one's heart palpitate.
Gu Changyuan's gaze fell on the two women. Seeing that they didn't seem interested in the eight City Lords, he simply introduced them:
"Xiao Luo, Xiao Yue, these eight are the City Lords of the Outer Realm City, and now they are the Outer Elders of the Holy Land."
Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue nodded casually.
Their actions were very perfunctory, clearly showing no interest.
A bunch of old men they didn't know at all; they had absolutely no desire to engage with them.
Seeing that they were truly uninterested, Gu Changyuan didn't force the issue and turned his gaze back to the eight City Lords:
"I came today to set up a grand teleportation array in the Outer Realm City. In the future, traveling between the two sides will save a lot of time."
He paused:
"And to take a look at the current state of the Outer Realm City's renovations. There is nothing else for now, so you can go back to your own business."
"Yes."
The eight replied in unison.
Although they were shocked in their hearts that the Senior could set up such a long-distance teleportation array, they knew some things could be asked and some could not.
They still possessed this sense of propriety.
With that said, the eight left together.
Only Chai Zizhen remained standing there, waiting for further instructions from the Holy Ancestor.
Gu Changyuan glanced at him:
"Elder Chai, you can go about your business too."
Chai Zizhen bowed:
"Yes."
Then he also withdrew.
Gu Changyuan looked at the two women helplessly and spoke with a smile:
"You two, there's no need to be so perfunctory. After all, we might have to deal with them in the future."
Mo Yingluo curled her lips, her tone carrying a bit of disdain, not hiding her thoughts at all as she directly called the eight City Lords old men:
"What's there to socialize with a bunch of old men? We won't be dealing with them often in the future, so a perfunctory greeting is enough."
Mo Yingyue immediately chimed in repeatedly, her eyes full of agreement:
"Exactly, Master! Those old men look so boring. We'd rather keep you company, Master. We don't want to pay them any mind."
Gu Changyuan shrugged helplessly and didn't say anything more.
He hadn't expected the two women to socialize properly anyway. They could act however they wanted, as long as they didn't cause trouble.
For example, suddenly finding a City Lord displeasing and directly slaughtering them.
If they really did that, Gu Changyuan wouldn't choose to blame them, but would instead immediately kill the remaining seven as well.
After all, the eight City Lords knew each other and were able to manage the entire Outer Realm City together, so their relationship was definitely not simple.
Killing one of them would highly likely cause the other seven to harbor resentment.
Even if they didn't show it on the surface, they could become a hidden danger at any time.
Therefore, Gu Changyuan would choose to decisively clear them all out.
It was just that finding other people to manage the Outer Realm City afterward would involve a lot more work.
After all, no matter how many managers he found, they wouldn't be as adept at managing it as the eight City Lords who had personally founded the Outer Realm City.
He paused, his tone softening a bit, and proposed:
"You guys must have been to the Outer Realm Domain before, right? Since we're already here, do you want to go out and have some fun?"
In fact, the moment he stepped into the Outer Realm City, he had already split off a clone, which quietly left to set up the grand teleportation array.
Now that he had nothing to do, he could just take the two women for a stroll in the Outer Realm Domain. Perhaps they could even find some unexpected treasures.
Although with his foundation, the things in the Outer Realm Domain were highly likely inferior to the treasures in his storage space.
But it wouldn't hurt to take a walk, treating it as accompanying his disciples to relax.
Hearing their Master's words, the eyes of the two women instantly lit up.
Not because of going to the Outer Realm Domain.
But because they could go with their Master.
The two nodded repeatedly, their movements so fast as if they were afraid their Master would go back on his word.
"We'll go wherever Master goes!"
Gu Changyuan couldn't help but smile when he saw their excited appearance.
"Let's go."
The two women immediately followed, one on the left and one on the right, not leaving his side for a single step.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.
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.”
