Just as the axe blade was about to fall, a figure suddenly appeared beside her.
Jun Mukong swung the sword in his right hand, and the longsword collided with the giant axe in mid-air.
Clang—!
The deafening sound of clashing metal rang out, sending sparks flying in all directions.
The weight of the giant axe, combined with the strength bonus from the berserk state, made the power of this strike far exceed normal levels.
Although Jun Mukong's longsword blocked the axe blade, the massive impact still sent both of them flying backward.
As they flew backward through the air, Jun Mukong reached out his left hand, grabbing Gongsun Qingling's shoulder. In the instant they were sent flying, he violently channeled spatial power to teleport them to the ground.
Even so, they couldn't help but stumble back several steps upon landing before barely stabilizing their bodies, carving two deep trenches into the yellow sand beneath their feet.
The moment they landed, Jun Mukong let go. His movements were crisp and clean, without a moment's hesitation.
Gongsun Qingling steadied herself, let out a deep breath, and turned to look at Jun Mukong, her eyes filled with gratitude.
Thank you, Martial Uncle.
Her gaze lingered on Jun Mukong's face for a moment.
Jun Mukong was extremely handsome, with a striking face, sword-like eyebrows, and starry eyes.
At this moment, he had his head slightly turned, his gaze locked on the distant battlefield, his expression focused and calm.
Gongsun Qingling withdrew her gaze.
Having been in the Holy Land for over a decade, she naturally knew of this Eleventh Ancestor's popularity among the female disciples.
Although he was the Eleventh Ancestor of the Holy Land and held a highly respected seniority, his young age and supreme talent made him the dream lover of many female disciples.
However, Jun Mukong had never shown any special attitude toward any female disciple. It wasn't that he was like Lin Jingyu, who understood romantic feelings early on but deliberately avoided them.
To call him aloof would be inaccurate.
He was just dense.
When it came to romance, he possessed a natural obtuseness.
He couldn't understand the attentive gestures of his junior martial sisters, nor could he feel the romantic affection others directed at him.
In his daily life, his heart and eyes were completely filled with cultivation.
It's nothing.
Jun Mukong's voice was calm, devoid of any unnecessary emotion.
He looked down at his sword-wielding right hand, slightly shaking his wrist to loosen up his numb arm.
Then, without looking back, he charged into the battlefield once more.
Gongsun Qingling stood in place, watching that figure weave, dodge, and strike amidst the flames of war, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
She shook her head, tossing those inappropriate stray thoughts out of her mind. Taking a deep breath, she fully extended her spiritual power again, locking onto the remaining three battle generals.
The battle continued.
With the previous lesson in mind, Gongsun Qingling's perception grew more cautious. She no longer locked her spiritual power entirely on the battle generals, but left some leeway to deal with any sudden changes.
After a brief moment of chaos, the disciples also managed to steady their formation.
Another fifteen minutes of fierce fighting ensued.
The axe-wielding general was the first to fall.
The sword-wielding general was the second.
The spear-wielding general was the last to fall.
It was the strongest of the four and lasted the longest.
But a single tree does not make a forest. After all its companions dissipated, it faced the siege of thirty disciples.
No matter how fast it swung its spear, it could not block the attacks coming from all directions.
In the end, it fell to one knee, using its spear planted in the ground to support its body, as its crimson eyes slowly closed.
The phantom dissipated.
Four battle flags stood firmly planted in the ground, swaying gently in the wind.
Cyan, black, crimson, and white. The four large characters for Wind, Mountain, Fire, and Cloud on the four flags sparkled in the sunlight.
Jun Mukong sheathed his sword and walked toward the four flags.
He crouched down and gently touched the surface of the cyan battle flag with his right hand.
The moment his fingertips touched the flag, a stream of information surged from the flag into his mind. The usage, effects, and limitations of the flag were clearly presented in his consciousness.
The four battle flags each had their own use.
The cyan Wind flag — Gale Flag.
When activated, it could conjure a gale spiritual domain within a radius of a hundred zhang, increasing the movement speed of allied cultivators within the domain.
At the same time, the turbulent winds could disrupt enemy ranged attacks. Projectile artifacts such as arrows, flying swords, and hidden weapons would have their trajectories deflected by invisible air currents upon entering the wind domain.
The black Mountain flag — Immovable Flag.
When activated, it could condense a mountain dharma domain within a radius of a hundred zhang, providing rock-like reinforcement to the physical bodies and spiritual shields of allied cultivators within the domain.
The suppressive power of the mountains enveloped the earth, restricting all enemy earth-attribute escape arts, earth spikes, and underground travel methods, preventing them from moving or launching sneak attacks from underground.
The crimson Fire flag — Blazing Flag.
When activated, it could trigger a true fire domain within a radius of a hundred zhang, enhancing the attack power of allied cultivators within the domain.
The might of the raging fire could scorch the enemy's spiritual energy circulation, forcing them to consume extra spiritual energy when casting any divine abilities, thereby accelerating the depletion of the enemy's spiritual energy.
The white Cloud flag — Flowing Cloud Flag.
When activated, it could form a cloud dharma realm within a radius of a hundred zhang, dispelling impure qi, inner demons, and negative status effects from the disciples' bodies.
It enhanced the entire team's divine soul defense, resisted divine soul attacks, and increased the recovery speed of injuries and spiritual energy.
Four flags, four types of buffs.
The only limitation was that each flag required someone to continuously infuse it with spiritual energy to maintain it.
Jun Mukong stood up and pulled the four flags from the ground one by one.
He thought for a moment, then handed the Gale Flag and the Immovable Flag to Gongsun Qingling.
These four flags are all area-of-effect buff artifacts. You will naturally know the specific effects of these two flags after touching them. Since we are still in the mystic realm, put them to use immediately.
They require continuous infusion of spiritual energy to maintain, so you can hand them over to the support and healing disciples in the back row to use.
Gongsun Qingling took the two flags with both hands. The moment her fingertips touched the flags, two streams of information flooded into her mind simultaneously.
A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She then nodded solemnly and stored the two flags in her sleeve.
Thank you, Martial Uncle.
Jun Mukong nodded without saying much else.
He handed the Blazing Flag and the Flowing Cloud Flag to two disciples in his own team. The two took the flags.
Similarly, they grasped their usage the moment they touched the flags and carefully put them away.
After the fierce battle that had just lasted for nearly half an hour, everyone had consumed a significant amount of spiritual energy, and their mental states were visibly exhausted.
With a wave of Jun Mukong's right hand, two stone houses appeared out of thin air in the center of the clearing.
The stone houses were not large, each about three zhang square, built entirely of grayish-white stone, with their surfaces carved full of dense array formations.
These were given by his master, Gu Changyuan, who said that if they needed to rest in the mystic realm, they could summon these things.
The stone houses were inscribed with defensive arrays, allowing them to rest inside without worrying about outside threats.
Two stone houses, one for the male disciples and one for the female disciples; the space was sufficient.
Gongsun Qingling also had similar stone houses on her, but after looking at the two in front of her and then at the disciples in her team who were already showing signs of fatigue, she decided not to do anything redundant.
The space in the two stone houses was enough to accommodate everyone, so there was no need to summon a third one.
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.”
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.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
