Whirr!
In the quiet, deserted street.
One by one, black vortexes appeared.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
Bai Jun and the others fell like dumplings, one after another.
"Huh?!"
"What happened?"
"Are we saved?"
Liu Jianxing was baffled. Just moments ago, they were on the brink of death, weren't they? Who saved them?
And then, that timid voice echoed in their ears once more.
"Um... are you guys okay?"
"I know some healing techniques. Should I help you?"
"Oh... of course, if you don't need it, that's fine too..."
"Sor... sorry... did I say too much? I hope I'm not bothering you... I mean, I'm not really good at making friends..."
Bai Jun and the others looked stunned and turned their heads. There stood two figures.
One was like a blood-red rose in the night, exuding an intoxicating yet deadly beauty.
The other seemed awkward and uneasy, her eyes flickering away whenever she met their gaze, her hands nervously twisting together.
These two were none other than Mei Xue and You Xingxue.
Shangguan Miaoyin glanced at them and felt a surge of annoyance.
How annoying! It's always Mei Xue! Why does she keep showing up everywhere?!
Bai Lian, too, felt the same. Despite pretending to be a lifeless corpse, she recognized Mei Xue and the new girl.
How typical. Mei Xue always gets to show off.
Bai Jun didn't know who these two were, but he at least understood that they were the ones who saved them. So, he stood up and bowed, thanking them.
"Thank you for saving us. May I ask your names?"
Hearing this, Mei Xue pondered for a moment before replying, "I'm Mei Xue, and she's You Xingxue."
"No need for thanks. The Night is our common enemy."
"With its resurgence, the more strength we have, the better the chances of survival."
"For world peace, we should unite."
At these words, Bai Jun felt relieved, understanding that they were on the same side.
So, he forced a wry smile. "Sorry, it's kind of ironic. We've been on high alert for days."
"Yet we were still caught off guard by the Night King. If you hadn’t helped, we’d all be dead."
Mei Xue glanced at Murong Ci and the others, who pretended they didn’t know each other.
Hmm... They probably wouldn’t have died there.
However, this fake Night plot did bring a pleasant surprise.
After all, her master’s task was to infiltrate the righteous faction.
And the last thing Gu Yan had asked her was to save anyone still breathing.
So... She subtly glanced at the unconscious marionette Gu Yan lying on the ground.
This way, I’ve not only saved you and completed the fifth task but also fulfilled my master’s orders.
As for Deng Feng, as the heir of the Black Tortoise Gate, he certainly wasn’t worth saving.
This was hitting three birds with one stone. My master would definitely praise me highly!
And I can also get Gu Yan to reveal the whereabouts of my brother.
Once I find out, I’ll immediately report Gu Yan’s true nature to my master! Then I’ll dispose of this dangerous guy right away!
Thinking this, Mei Xue nodded subtly on the outside and looked at You Xingxue. "Go heal them."
"Oh..."
You Xingxue, a bit nervous, walked over.
She began treating everyone.
Because of her unique ability, she could learn any technique by watching it once.
There...
She looked at the injured marionette Gu Yan.
A hint of impatience flashed in her heart.
Now, it's time to ask Gu Yan for information about my brother!
....
....
The next morning, at the Leng Family estate.
The room was enveloped in the gentle, translucent light of dawn, resembling a thin layer of gauze. On a spacious and plush bed, Leng Qingqiu’s black hair cascaded like a waterfall, gently falling on the pristine pillow. Her serene sleeping face, with long eyelashes lightly fluttering, seemed to dance in the gentle breeze.
A subtle soreness in her back and shoulders spread softly within her, and Leng Qingqiu awoke lazily in this cozy morning.
"Mmm~~~ Why does my body feel so sore?"
Leng Qingqiu stretched lazily, her face, still half-asleep, showing a youthful charm. The drowsiness in her eyes was like drops of lingering dew, exuding a pure and endearing look.
Slowly, she sat up, her graceful posture unhurried, her black hair swaying gently with the motion. She then walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and immersed herself fully in the warm, vibrant morning light.
She opened the window.
Taking a deep breath of fresh air, she felt the gentle caress of the breeze........
But... after one, two, three seconds...
Leng Qingqiu's extraordinary memory, already superior to that of a normal person, began to gradually piece together a rather absurd and embarrassingly vivid recollection.
As time passed, those fragments of memories seemed to be activated by some mysterious force, surging into her consciousness.
"Huh?!!!!"
Her eyes snapped open, her hands clutching tightly at the curtains. She felt her palms wet and her body trembling uncontrollably.
Leng Qingqiu’s cheeks immediately flushed a faint peach color, which deepened into a vivid crimson, eventually turning as fiery and obvious as the flames themselves.
Her lips clamped tightly as she spoke in a hushed, embarrassed, and uncertain tone.
"Wait... Wait... Did I... Did I do something to Gu Yan last night?"
Leng Qingqiu’s heart pounded like a frenzied drum.
Those memories—her sudden emotional outburst, her tantrums and cooing, even her reckless cuddling and nibbling—how could she ever have acted like that?!
"No... Impossible..."
"Absolutely impossible!"
She mumbled to herself, unwilling to admit such a loss of composure.
Covering her face, she tried to push those absurd images back into the depths of her mind.
"Ha... ha.... It must be fake, it's all a dream, everything is..."
She attempted to convince herself, but the turmoil within her couldn’t be calmed.
At that moment.
【Don’t overthink it. It’s all true. You were quite bold last night, other me】
Xiao Leng’s voice suddenly resonated in her mind. Her words were light, but they hit Leng Qingqiu like a heavy hammer.
!!!
No way?! Did you mean it?!
"Did you control my body?"
"Answer me, Xiao Leng! There's no way I would’ve done such things!"
"It must be because you wanted to consume Gu Yan’s essence! So, you controlled me! It’s all your fault!"
Leng Qingqiu began rambling incoherently.
But unlike usual, Xiao Leng, who would usually counter back, remained oddly silent, answering——
【You’re right】
!!!
Upon hearing this, Leng Qingqiu was utterly defeated. Both ashamed and furious, she lashed out at Xiao Leng.
"What do you mean, 'I'm right'! I couldn’t possibly have done such things!"
"What about my image? How am I supposed to face Gu Yan? How would he see me?"
"It’s all over..... Waaahhhh!!! Everything’s ruined!"'
"My ice queen image!!"
Watching Leng Qingqiu, now completely broken, crying without any decorum, Xiao Leng came to realize just how much her other self had been altered by Gu Yan.
Just what kind of sorcery does this incubator possess? How could he influence her other self to such an extent?
Heh, I’m getting more and more eager to meet you.
And just then.
A message suddenly appeared in Leng Qingqiu’s mind.
It was from Shangguan Miaoyin, giving a report on the outcome of the fake Night incident.
...
...
A few minutes later, Leng Qingqiu had sorted through everything.
At the same time, she found herself feeling a bit lost.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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?"
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
