Mo Yingyue tilted her head and suddenly said, "By the way, Master, I just took a look at those eight city lords. You must have extracted their spiritual sense marks, right?"
Hearing this, Mo Yingluo immediately chimed in, her face showing a hint of smugness. "Yeah, there is actually no need to go through all that trouble. Just let me handle it. Turn them directly into blood thralls, and we will not have to worry about them disobeying."
As she spoke, she puffed out her chest, looking as if to say, "Look how smart I am."
Gu Changyuan could not hold back and raised his hand, lightly flicking her on the forehead.
Thump.
Mo Yingluo clutched her head and pouted in grievance.
"I am looking for normal people to help manage the Outer Realm City, not puppets."
Gu Changyuan withdrew his hand, his tone helpless.
The biggest reason he had no intention of using Mo Yingluo's ability was that the blood thralls she converted through blood pacts would not provide him with even a single trace of cultivation feedback.
Blood thralls were not recognized as disciples by the system's rules.
Just as Gu Changyuan was speaking with the two women, suddenly...
Clang, clang, clang! Clang, clang, clang!
The great bell atop the highest tower in the northern part of the Outer Realm abruptly began to ring urgently.
The bell's toll was deep and sonorous, piercing through the clouds and echoing through every corner of the Outer Realm City. It carried an air of urgency that made everyone's hearts tighten.
With the sounding of the bell, the entire Outer Realm City instantly boiled over.
The cultivators who had been leisurely strolling down the streets experienced a sudden change in expression, scattering and sprinting off in their respective directions.
In particular, the guards within the Outer Realm City looked grave. Moving in a rush with weapons in hand, they quickly gathered and headed toward the city gates.
Their hurried footsteps and faces full of vigilance made it clear that they knew exactly what this bell signified.
Hearing the bell, Gu Changyuan raised an eyebrow slightly. A rule he had just read while flipping through the general rulebook immediately came to mind:
If the first stronghold on the periphery of the Outer Realm is breached by mutated beasts, the cultivators guarding the stronghold must immediately crush their communication tokens to notify the Outer Realm City.
The first stronghold referred to the few small outposts in the Outer Realm that were closest to the Outer Realm City.
The mutated beasts within the vicinity of those strongholds had basically all been cleared out.
Since the beasts in that area had previously been thoroughly eradicated, only a small number of cultivators were stationed there on a normal basis. It was supposed to be the safest place.
If even the first stronghold had been overrun by mutated beasts, there was only one possibility—a beast horde had arrived.
A beast horde was one of the most terrifying disasters in the Outer Realm.
Countless mutated beasts would surge out from the depths of the Outer Realm, blotting out the sky and covering the earth, flooding toward human settlements like a tidal wave.
The Outer Realm City had previously endured ten beast hordes. Although they had safely weathered each one by relying on their sturdy barriers and the combined resistance of the masses, the losses every time were not small. Casualties were disastrously heavy, with many cultivators falling in battle.
It seemed that today, they had arrived right on time for one.
Gu Changyuan's gaze fell on the constantly flowing crowd around them, his expression calm.
"Let us go. We will take a look from atop the city walls."
As soon as he spoke, he brought the two women along, transforming into a streak of light that landed atop the city gates.
The city gates were towering, standing dozens of feet high. They were constructed entirely of massive black stones, engraved with a dense array of defensive formations.
Gu Changyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze passing over the gates and looking out outside the city.
Outside the city lay a vast, expansive wasteland.
At this moment, the wasteland was completely silent. Even the wind had stopped.
It did not look the slightest bit dangerous.
But before long, the earth began to tremble slightly.
The tremor was very slight at first, like someone softly beating a drum in the distance.
But soon, the tremor grew increasingly violent and distinct, until even the city walls began to faintly shudder.
Gu Changyuan's gaze narrowed slightly as he looked into the distance.
On the horizon, sand and stone began to churn.
The dust storm was just a thin line at first, but it quickly merged into a massive expanse, blotting out the sky and covering the sun.
Within the swirling dust, countless massive silhouettes galloped and leaped. Every time they landed, they kicked up clouds of dirt into the air.
As the dust storm grew larger and drew closer, countless bizarrely shaped strange beasts could be seen madly stampeding toward the Outer Realm City.
Some had the bodies of lions but possessed three heads and six arms, their entire forms covered in pitch-black scales. With exposed fangs, they spewed black flames from their mouths.
There were giant wolves wreathed in eerie blue flames; wherever they passed, the ground was left with scorched, blackened trails.
Others were slender and long like snakes, yet possessed eagle claws and bat wings. Moving with extreme speed, they darted through the beast horde, letting out piercing shrieks.
Countless strange beasts, densely packed and overwhelming in number, surged toward the Outer Realm City like a tidal wave.
Not only that, but Gu Changyuan could also clearly see quite a few cultivators fleeing wretchedly toward the Outer Realm City, staying just ahead of the massive beast horde.
Their clothes were in tatters, their bodies covered in wounds, and their auras chaotic. Their faces were filled with terror and despair. It was obvious they had been subjected to a frenzied hunt by the beasts and had long since been routed.
One of the beasts, resembling a wolf but several times larger than a normal one, suddenly accelerated. Pushing off the ground with its four limbs, its body lunged forward like an arrow.
It viciously stomped onto a lagging human cultivator. The cultivator was forcibly crushed into the ground, spewing a large mouthful of fresh blood as his aura instantly withered.
Immediately after, the wolf-like beast lowered its head and took a bite, directly crushing the human cultivator's skull. Blood splattered in all directions.
That Void Refinement Realm cultivator didn't even have time to let out a scream before perishing on the spot, his corpse completely devoured.
In the past, Gu Changyuan might not have stepped in to help them.
The Outer Realm was inherently a place where people lived on the edge of a blade. Life and death were dictated by fate, and he had no obligation to save everyone.
But things were different now.
The Outer Realm City had just changed its rules. Many cultivators would find it hard to adapt and might even resist.
Although he could choose to slaughter them all to establish his dominance, he wasn't here all the time. Moreover, if this kind of situation happened frequently, he simply wouldn't have the time to deal with it.
Therefore, compared to establishing his might through slaughter, it would be better to save this batch of fleeing cultivators. This would let the cultivators of the Outer Realm City witness the strength of their new master and win over their hearts.
This would also save him a lot of trouble when managing the Outer Realm City in the future.
Thinking of this, Gu Changyuan hesitated no longer. He raised his right hand high, his fingertips twitching slightly. A crisp snap exploded from his hand, the sharp sound echoing through the skies above the city gates.
In the next second, a pale golden barrier slowly descended from a point high in the sky. This barrier was several times more massive than the Outer Realm City's original protective array.
The Outer Realm City itself was a circular domain, and the city walls formed a perfect ring. This beast tide, however, was surging in from all directions, originating from hundreds of miles away.
Thus, the barrier Gu Changyuan set up was also a gigantic hemispherical shield, perfectly enveloping the entire Outer Realm City along with a certain distance outside the city gates.
The pale golden barrier landed with pinpoint precision between the fleeing cultivators and the strange beasts. The edge of the barrier cut right in front of the leading edge of the beast horde.
The ferocious beasts still in desperate pursuit slammed headlong into the barrier and were instantly sent flying backward.
A single barrier now completely separated the cultivators from the beasts.

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!"

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!

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?