Gu Changyuan strolled through the forest for quite some time.
The little wolf cub in his arms had completely relaxed. No longer trembling, it curled up into a ball, its furry head resting on his arm, sleeping soundly.
Spiritual plants, spiritual ores... he had collected quite a few things along the way.
Although there were no treasures that made his eyes light up, the sheer quantity made up for it. Many a little makes a mickle, turning it into a considerable haul.
As he walked, his footsteps suddenly halted.
Not far ahead, a blank area appeared.
It wasn't that the area was truly empty, but rather that it blocked his divine sense from probing it.
Gu Changyuan raised an eyebrow slightly, a flash of interest in his eyes.
Here we go.
With a flash of his figure, he appeared directly in the center of that area.
The moment his feet touched the ground, he felt a faint fluctuation from below—it was the aura of an array formation.
This should be one of the hidden spots in this Immortal Emperor's secret realm.
Gu Changyuan understood in his heart.
Such hidden fortunes usually had specific trigger conditions.
Perhaps pressing a mechanism somewhere, collecting a specific token, or meeting certain cultivation or physique requirements.
Gu Changyuan couldn't be bothered to look for those mechanisms.
With a slight shift of his mind, the surrounding space began to stir.
Layers of formless spatial arrays descended, continuously colliding and blending with the ancient array below, rapidly deducing its core nodes to find a way to break it.
The Dao of Arrays was as easy as taking something out of his own pocket for Gu Changyuan. Before long, he accurately pinpointed the core flaw of the array.
Guiding spiritual energy with his fingertip, the complex ancient array instantly cracked, then slowly dissipated into the air like shattered glass.
The moment the array vanished, Gu Changyuan felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly give way.
The originally solid earth seemed to be pulled out from under him, and losing all support, he plummeted downwards.
A normal cultivator encountering this situation would likely panic and lose their composure from the sudden drop.
Gu Changyuan, however, had expected this. He twisted his body in mid-air and landed steadily on the ground below.
Looking up, the hole above was slowly closing.
Dirt and turf slipped from the edges, but were soon leveled by some unseen force, restoring it to its original state.
Gu Changyuan withdrew his gaze and looked around.
This was a passage.
The passage was narrow, only wide enough for two people to walk side by side.
Gu Changyuan wasn't in a hurry to move forward.
Raising his right hand, he flicked his fingers lightly, and a cluster of flames ignited in his palm.
The flame wasn't large, only the size of a fist, but it emitted a soft and bright light, illuminating the entire passage.
Although he could see perfectly well in the dark, he still preferred having light.
The firelight danced, stretching his shadow long and casting it against the stone wall behind him, swaying gently with his steps.
Gu Changyuan walked forward along the passage.
The little wolf cub in his arms was awakened by the flickering light. It groggily opened its eyes, looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, and then at Gu Changyuan's masked face.
It seemed to sense something; its ears perked up slightly, and a hint of vigilance flashed in its eyes. But it quickly relaxed again, resting its head back onto Gu Changyuan's arm.
Gu Changyuan walked for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. The stone walls on both sides gradually became flat, transitioning from naturally formed rough rock to artificially polished, smooth stone surfaces.
Traces of carvings began to appear on the walls—at first just simple lines, then gradually becoming more intricate, eventually forming complete pictures.
Beasts, birds, mountains, rivers, stars, the sun, and the moon...
The carvings flickered in and out of the firelight, as if telling some ancient tale.
Then, the passage suddenly opened up.
Gu Changyuan stepped out of the narrow passage and entered an underground chamber.
In the center of the space, two massive stone statues stood side by side.
The statues were over thirty feet tall, with humanoid bodies and beastly heads—one a dragon, the other a tiger.
The dragon-headed statue glared with wide eyes, its whiskers fluttering and horns imposing. The tiger-headed statue had its maw wide open, fangs exposed, eyes burning like torches.
Both statues held long halberds with the tips pointing to the ground. Their postures were majestic, as if guarding something of great importance.
Their bodies were covered in dense array patterns that glowed faintly in the firelight, exuding a heart-palpitating aura.
The moment Gu Changyuan stepped into the space, the firelight reflected on the statues.
Red light lit up simultaneously in the eyes of the two statues.
It wasn't a reflection, nor an illusion—it was a real red light glowing from within.
Like two pairs of eyes that had slumbered for ten thousand years, suddenly opening at this moment.
Rumble—
A faint rumbling sound came from inside the statues, muffled yet powerful, like the heartbeat of an ancient behemoth awakening.
Gu Changyuan watched as the two statues began to move slowly—raising their arms, gripping their halberds horizontally, and taking a step forward. Each step left deep cracks in the bluestone floor.
Their originally calm auras skyrocketed at this moment.
Mid-stage Void Refinement, Late-stage Void Refinement, Peak Void Refinement...
Early-stage Body Integration.
Gu Changyuan raised his eyebrows slightly.
This Immortal Emperor's secret realm only allowed cultivators at the Peak of Soul Formation to enter at most.
Yet here, there were actually two Early-stage Body Integration stone statues standing guard.
Does this make any sense?
A normal Peak Soul Formation cultivator facing two Peak Void Refinement statues would only be crushed. Let alone fighting, even escaping would be difficult.
Unless... Gu Changyuan's divine sense silently swept across the entire space.
Soon, he discovered some anomalies in various corners of the room.
Behind the left stone wall hid a secret compartment; the inside of the right pillar was hollow; between the crystals on the domed ceiling, several stones of a slightly different color were embedded.
Something was hidden in all those places.
Gu Changyuan took another look at the two moving statues and noticed that the array patterns on their bodies were not complete.
There were several obvious breaks and gaps, as if waiting for something to fill them.
He instantly understood.
The true purpose of this place was not for intruders to fight the statues head-on.
Instead, it was to have intruders find those hidden items within the confined space and use them to fill the gaps in the statues' array patterns, thereby breaking the deadlock.
Perhaps those items were in the secret compartments, or perhaps a mechanism needed to be triggered to obtain them.
In short, the designer's intention was for intruders to use their brains, not their fists.
Nice thought. Don't think next time.
Gu Changyuan couldn't be bothered to use his brain. With a thought,
Two invisible sword auras flew from his fingertips.
The two statues had just raised their halberds and hadn't even taken a second step before the sword auras accurately struck the location of their core array patterns—right in the center of their chests.
Boom!
Two loud explosions erupted almost simultaneously.
The entire underground space trembled. Dust filled the air, rubble flew in all directions, and the shockwave caused by the collision instantly swept through the entire chamber.
Gu Changyuan stood exactly where he was, completely motionless.
An invisible barrier enveloped his body, blocking all the dust and rubble on the outside. Not a single speck of dust could touch the hem of his clothes.

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.”

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?"

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.

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!