Gu Changyuan withdrew his gaze and turned to look in Jun Mukong's direction.
At this moment, Hou Tianqi was standing beside him, chattering away about something, her eyes and brows filled with joy.
Jun Mukong sat quietly, occasionally nodding slightly, looking like he was listening earnestly.
Ever since the Zichen Imperial Dynasty officially joined the Celestial Human Holy Land, the talented descendants of the royal family were naturally brought into the Holy Land for cultivation.
Nowadays, the relationship between the Celestial Human Holy Land, the Heavenly Monster Pavilion, and factions like Yunhuang, the Zichen Imperial Dynasty, and the five great families of the Central Continent was more akin to a main branch and its side branches.
The vast majority of members remained in their original factions to solidify their foundations and develop their forces.
Meanwhile, those descendants with outstanding talent and immense potential were taken to the Celestial Human Holy Land or the Heavenly Monster Pavilion for focused cultivation.
As for the Heavenly Fiend Sect, the reason it had not absorbed any factions from the Demon Realm was simply that there were no targets in the Demon Realm that could catch Gu Changyuan's eye.
Most demonic cultivators had arrogant temperaments, and coupled with the fact that almost no factions met Gu Changyuan's requirements, as time passed, no Demon Realm factions were brought under the Heavenly Fiend Sect's banner.
After Hou Tianqi entered the Celestial Human Holy Land, she often stuck close to Jun Mukong. Whether it was cultivating, practicing swordplay, or daily life, her figure could always be seen.
Gu Changyuan could tell that Hou Tianqi had obvious feelings of affection for Jun Mukong.
He also knew Jun Mukong's temperament well. If his second disciple, Lin Jingyu, was aloof, then Jun Mukong was simply a block of wood.
Even though Hou Tianqi frequently showed her favor, he remained completely oblivious to her feelings.
Besides Hou Tianqi, Gu Changyuan noticed that Gongsun Qingling seemed to have similar feelings for Jun Mukong.
He could roughly guess that this was probably caused by something that happened in the Cangwu Secret Realm back then.
As for what Jun Mukong would choose once his mind finally cleared up, or whether he would accept both of them, Gu Changyuan had no intention of interfering.
The cultivation world inherently lacked such restrictions, and one-to-many relationships were entirely normal.
Moreover, for cultivators with outstanding talent, having multiple Dao companions by their side was a common occurrence.
Since it was just an emotional entanglement between the younger generation, Gu Changyuan naturally wouldn't meddle too much, letting nature take its course.
His gaze swept past Jun Mukong, and his thoughts drifted to his other disciples.
Out of thirty-three disciples, only Lin Jingyu, Qin Yu, Fang Yuwei, Xu Mengyao, and Xiang Xuanyin had Dao companions.
The remaining twenty-nine—especially those on the Heavenly Fiend Sect's side—did not have a single Dao companion among them.
Gu Changyuan withdrew his gaze and silently complained in his heart.
His divine sense spread out silently, centering on the peak of Tianyuan Mountain and diffusing in all directions.
Ye Qingxue, Lin Jingyu, Bai Ling'er, and the others were all cultivating diligently in their rooms.
His divine sense expanded slightly, enveloping the entire Holy Land, and soon discovered Yun Tianhe's whereabouts:
He was spending time with Ning Heling on the Eighth Peak. The two sat side by side, their bodies pressed very close together. The intimacy and tenderness in their eyes clearly exceeded the boundaries of what a true master and disciple should have.
Gu Changyuan abruptly stood up.
In the past, when he summoned his disciples, he would not pry into their surrounding environments. He would only lock onto them individually, confirm their locations, and teleport them directly.
Generally, before summoning them, he would also lock onto their status in advance. If they had important matters to handle, he would avoid interrupting them, and he never pried into their privacy.
His daily divine sense merely enveloped the entire Holy Land to guard against the arrival of outsiders or invasive attacks. He would never constantly monitor the daily dynamics of all his disciples, let alone see who they were spending time with, unless Gu Changyuan specifically checked.
Therefore, this was the first time Gu Changyuan had learned about the affair between these two.
Gu Changyuan's figure flashed, and almost instantly, he appeared at the summit of the Eighth Peak, landing steadily in front of Yun Tianhe and Ning Heling.
Their master suddenly appeared before them, expressionless, his gaze calm. Neither joy nor anger could be seen, yet it involuntarily sent a chill down their spines.
The two froze for a moment, and then their faces simultaneously turned pale.
Yun Tianhe was the first to react. His legs bent, and he knelt heavily on the ground with both knees.
Ning Heling closely followed, kneeling beside him, her head bowed, not even daring to glance at Gu Changyuan.
Both of their bodies were trembling slightly.
Ning Heling spoke, her voice trembling as if she had used up all her strength.
"Grandmaster, it is disciple's fault. It was disciple who harbored inappropriate thoughts toward Master Tianhe, deliberately getting close to and pestering him. It was my momentary foolishness, and it has nothing to do with Senior Brother. I beg Grandmaster to punish me alone."
Yun Tianhe sharply raised his head, urgency flashing in his eyes. "It is not He'er's fault!"
He forced the words out in one breath, his chest heaving violently.
"It is disciple's fault. As her master, disciple failed to abide by his duty and failed to stop it in time. If there is a punishment, please punish disciple alone, Master."
This sudden turn of events quickly caught the attention of Gu Changyuan's other disciples, as well as several Supreme Elders of the Holy Land.
In particular, the three women, Ye Qingxue, Bai Ling'er, and Yue Lingxi, looked exceptionally tense.
Gu Changyuan's attitude toward this master-disciple romance between Yun Tianhe and Ning Heling would practically determine whether their own future paths would be easy to walk.
If Gu Changyuan intended to punish the two severely, they would probably never have the courage to reveal their own feelings in the future.
If Gu Changyuan could forgive them, then they would have an extra glimmer of hope.
Therefore, at this moment, the three women tightly gripped the corners of their clothes, silently praying in their hearts that their master's attitude would be the latter.
Of course, if their master really wanted to hand down a severe punishment, they would definitely step forward to plead for mercy.
The other disciples were equally concerned about their master's attitude; after all, they were fellow sect members who had spent nearly a thousand years together.
If they were truly punished severely for this bit of personal affection, they would also step forward together to plead for mercy.
Gu Changyuan looked at the two people lying on the ground, obediently awaiting their punishment. The expression on his face remained stern, without the slightest loosening.
The entire peak instantly became terrifyingly quiet. Even the sound of the wind blowing could be heard clearly. This oppressive atmosphere made Yun Tianhe and Ning Heling feel even more panicked.
Finally, Gu Changyuan slowly spoke, breaking the dead silence:
"You should know my temper. For some things, if you make a mistake, there must be a punishment."
Yun Tianhe and Ning Heling's hearts sank, secretly preparing themselves to accept a heavy punishment. Ning Heling had even closed her eyes, waiting for Gu Changyuan's reprimand.
"Then I will punish you."
Gu Changyuan paused, deliberately dragging out his tone. Looking at their tense appearances, a trace of an imperceptible smile flashed deep in his eyes, and then the subject of his words abruptly shifted.
"Hurry up and give me a grand-disciple."

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.”

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

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?"