Jianghai Hotel.
Mo Tianyun, the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, was lying on a sofa, receiving treatment from his subordinates for his injuries.
"Ah... it hurts so much!!!"
"This is absolutely humiliating!"
"That young master of the Gu Family actually beat me up in front of so many people!"
"Without the Gu Family, what kind of person would he even be?!"
Mo Tianyun's eyes burned with rage as he clenched his teeth and roared.
Elder Mo, standing nearby, also felt that the Gu Family had disrespected them too much. However, this was their territory.
Not to mention, the Gu Family had the backing of the Su Family and the Shangguan Family.
Thus, he could only console him, "Young Master, please calm down. This is Jianghai, and the Gu Family holds absolute power here as the local authority."
"On top of that, they have Su Murong from the Su Family supporting them. Our Heavenly Demon Sect... we simply can't touch them!"
Hearing this, Mo Tianyun's face darkened with resentment. He clenched his fists in frustration.
"Get out of here! All of you, stop bothering me!"
He irritably shouted at the Heavenly Demon Sect disciples who were tending to his wounds.
Why is everyone so timid and cautious?
Even his master, back in the day, had participated in the siege against the Night Organization but had let the Leng Family go out of pity. Mo Tianyun found this utterly ridiculous.
What kind of demonic sect are we if we're trying to whitewash ourselves and go legit?
What a joke. Hah, it's all because my master has grown old and indecisive.
And Elder Mo, too. He's supposed to be my protector, but he's completely useless.
His strength is only at the peak of the Xiantian realm. Why didn't my master assign me an expert at the Grandmaster level?
Besides, even if Elder Mo can't defeat a Grandmaster, can't he at least take on that young master of the Gu Family?
As the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect and a rising star of the demonic path, Mo Tianyun naturally couldn't swallow this insult.
With a cold glare, he turned to Elder Mo and said, "Elder Mo, I refuse to believe that the young master of the Gu Family will stay in Jianghai forever!"
"Once he leaves Jianghai, we'll kill him and return to the ancient martial world!"
"That's where our Heavenly Demon Sect truly dominates!"
Elder Mo hesitated, but seeing the icy determination in his young master's eyes, he thought of the future when Mo Tianyun would ascend to the position of sect leader.
Reluctantly, Elder Mo agreed to pacify him for now. "Understood, Young Master."
Hearing this, Mo Tianyun finally smiled with satisfaction. He nodded and said, "Elder Mo, don't worry. The position of sect leader will be mine."
"When the time comes, I'll promote you to be my right-hand man. You won't have to be some useless protector anymore."
Elder Mo's heart stirred at these words. He nodded and said, "Thank you, Young Mast—"
Before he could finish, the world seemed to freeze for a brief moment before snapping back into motion.
Boom!!!!
Splatter!!!
A warm sensation spread across Mo Tianyun's face.
"Huh...?"
His pupils contracted as he let out a confused sound.
In front of him, Elder Mo's head exploded like a watermelon, blood and flesh splattering across the room.
Thud!
The lifeless body collapsed at Mo Tianyun's feet.
"Ah!!! Elder Mo is dead!!"
"Help!!"
The disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect screamed in terror.
Mo Tianyun ignored the panicked cries of his subordinates. His mind was in chaos.
Wha... what just happened?
What's going on?
Thud! Thud!
Mo Tianyun's face turned pale as he stared at the scene before him. His breathing became rapid, and his heart pounded as if it might stop at any moment.
Why did Elder Mo just die in front of me?
Hey! What's happening?
A chilling dread crept into Mo Tianyun's heart. He felt his limbs grow stiff with fear.
The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly eerie and oppressive.
Clenching his teeth, he shouted in a trembling voice, "G-guards!"
As soon as the words left his mouth—
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Young Master! Ahhh!"
"Young Master, save us!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One by one, the heads of the Heavenly Demon Sect disciples exploded, blood and mist filling the room.
Only then did Mo Tianyun realize—he was under attack!!
Who was it?!
Who could it be?!
Mo Tianyun's face was ashen. The carnage around him shattered any will to resist.
Even Elder Mo had been killed without a fight. Could the enemy be a Grandmaster?!
"Who are you?! Who the hell are you?!"
"Show yourself!"
"Can someone tell me what's going on?!"
Mo Tianyun collapsed onto the sofa, trembling uncontrollably as he screamed at the empty room.
The next second, a timid yet excited voice whispered behind him.
At the same time, a scalpel pressed against his throat from behind.
"U-um... please stop shouting... it makes me nervous..."
"My superior... my superior said to let you catch your breath first..."
"But you're so loud... hehe... what if I accidentally cut you here... would you scream even louder...?"
Thud! Thud!
Mo Tianyun's heart felt like it was being squeezed as he listened to this voice, which sounded like the whisper of death itself.
When did they get behind me? What kind of power is this? Why have I never heard of it before?
Superior? Who is this superior?
This bizarre ability... could it be... is it possibly...?!
Just as this thought crossed his mind—
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of footsteps treading through blood slowly approached Mo Tianyun.
The eerie black scalpel pressed against his throat, leaving him too terrified to move.
Even if he wanted to, he was too paralyzed with fear to do anything.
The next moment, a figure appeared in Mo Tianyun's line of sight.
The person wore a long black trench coat, its hem dragging through the pool of blood, leaving a trail as if they had emerged from the depths of hell.
A black hood obscured their face, making it impossible for Mo Tianyun to see their features.
They were tall and imposing, exuding an overwhelming aura of malice and oppression that sent shivers down Mo Tianyun's spine.
As he looked at this figure, his mind instantly recalled the description of the Night King that his master had once told him about.
Coupled with the rumors that the Night King had returned for revenge, Mo Tianyun broke down and begged for mercy.
"Wait! You're the Night King, aren't you?!"
"Please! I beg you, don't kill me! I'll leave right now! I'll quit the Heavenly Demon Sect!"
"I swear I'll never have anything to do with them again!"
At this moment, Mo Tianyun had no will to resist. All he wanted was to survive.
In response, Gu Yan looked down at Mo Tianyun with disdain and spoke softly, "How pathetic and laughable."
"You know..."
Gu Yan reached out toward him. Buzz!
A sharp claw materialized at his fingertips, and he slowly pressed it against Mo Tianyun's forehead.
With a chilling smile, he uttered the last words Mo Tianyun would ever hear: "I much preferred the arrogant version of you from before."
With that—
Boom!!!
Mo Tianyun's mind went blank. The meaning of those words hit him like a thunderbolt.
He trembled violently, his eyes filled with disbelief as he stared at Gu Yan.
They had all been deceived!!
Because... the Night King... was none other than... Gu Yan, the young master of the Gu Family!!!
It's over... everything is over...
Crunch! Crunch!
The claws swiftly consumed Mo Tianyun, devouring his consciousness along with his body.
In the next moment—
Swish! Swish!
Countless claw-like cells spread throughout the room.
Like a cleanup crew, they devoured every trace of flesh, blood, and even microorganisms, leaving the room spotless and odorless.
All evidence had vanished without a trace.
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?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.”
