"Tsk, finally done."
Leaving the Martial Arts Building, Gu Yan rubbed his shoulders, which had been tense until now.
He had been holding back earlier in the building.
Was it just his imagination, or had there been a faint but persistent gaze fixed on him the entire time?
He was absolutely certain—it was Leng Bingning, Qingqiu’s elder sister, keeping tabs on him!
Seriously, since when were the sisters this close? Now she’s even watching over her sister’s husband?
Why not just have the three of us meet face to face, then?
Unless... there’s something unspeakable going on?
He glanced up at the sky, then checked the time.
Gu Yan sighed inwardly. How was it already past nine or ten again?
Since when was he this diligent?
Old Gao chuckled. "Being a martial artist is exhausting work. Any regrets yet, young master?"
"Regrets? Not a chance."
Gu Yan scoffed. He just didn’t like being watched in secret—that was all.
Well... it wasn’t exactly discomfort, more like a creeping sense of dread.
Like the feeling of Qingqiu staring at him with a gentle smile.
"Um... You look really tired. Do you need me to heal you?"
At that moment, You Xingxue’s characteristically timid voice reached Gu Yan’s ears.
He turned his head, his expression shifting subtly.
Oh? The whole Night Organization squad’s here, huh?
Aside from You Xingxue, there was Mei Xue, Shangguan Miaoyin, Bai Lian, Murong Ci...
Half the Night Organization had infiltrated.
Gu Yan shook his head. "No need. More importantly, where are you all headed?"
The moment he asked, You Xingxue’s face twisted with hesitation. "We... uh..."
Mei Xue remained expressionless but sent Gu Yan a mental message.
Meanwhile, Bai Lian grinned. "Brother Gu Yan, we’re going for a late-night snack. Wanna join?"
You Xingxue lowered her head, stammering incoherently.
The atmosphere grew slightly awkward.
Gu Yan had already learned the truth from Mei Xue, so he simply shook his head. "Ah, youth. So full of energy."
"Count me out. Nightlife isn’t my thing."
"Alright, let’s go, Old Gao."
"Yes, young master."
As Gu Yan left, Bai Lian’s smirk turned sharp. She glared at You Xingxue. "Hey, newbie! Why’d you have to butt in?"
"Don’t you know we’re going to meet our master?"
You Xingxue shrank back. "S-sorry..."
"Tch. Do it again, and I’ll shove your head up your ass, you pathetic rookie!"
"Sniff..."
You Xingxue fought back tears. Master, where are you? How much longer must I stay undercover...?
These people are impossible to deal with...
---
After leaving the martial arts division, Gu Yan gazed thoughtfully out the window. Thanks to Mei Xue, he now knew why the Night Organization squad was out so late.
So they were going to meet Qingqiu.
Meeting at this hour... Was there some other plan?
Something involving Leng Bingning?
Old Gao glanced at the rearview mirror. "Young master, heading home now?"
"No... That’d be a waste of free time."
Gu Yan snapped out of his thoughts, a faint smirk forming.
Gloop!
Black liquid coiled around him in an instant.
Gu Yan—Night King Edition—had returned!
Simultaneously, the viscous darkness spread outward, enveloping the car.
In moments, the vehicle seemed to merge with a living liquid entity, speeding through the night.
Its speed and form had completely transformed.
"To the Fifth Forbidden Zone, Old Gao."
"Take the straight path."
Straight path...
Old Gao gripped the wheel of the now-altered car and stared ahead at the skyscrapers.
Instead of swerving, he stepped on the gas and accelerated.
The moment the car touched the building—
Whoosh! Splash!
Like passing through a watery barrier, the car phased effortlessly through the structure.
This was the power of the "Claw Cells" when fused with inorganic matter!
Still, it wasn’t as convenient as Mei Xue’s spatial traversal.
I should really teach the Claw Cells how to do that too. What kind of Night King can’t freely move through the night?
Well... Gu Yan wasn’t the real Night King anyway.
---
Meanwhile...
Fifth Forbidden Zone.
Crimson light bathed the land, while dark shadows drifted across the sky.
Countless demonic creatures prostrated themselves in worship before a black tower.
Atop the tower stood a figure clad in a gown woven from starlight. Her ink-black hair fluttered in the breeze, shimmering faintly.
"Ten thousand years..."
Though her face remained obscured by shadow, the brilliance in her deep eyes betrayed her extraordinary presence.
"An entire ten thousand years..."
"Sealed away in the Nether Prison..."
"Yet now, the seal is broken—I am free!"
Her voice trembled with emotion—excitement, exhilaration, even tears.
Thank the heavens I never gave up.
In the great war of the past, the traitorous Four Sacred Beasts had led the human armies to crush the Nether Clan. Ninety-nine percent of their kin had been imprisoned in the Nether Prison.
The few Netherlings who escaped had scattered across the world, hiding in obscurity.
She could sense it—her descendants were struggling in this modern era, far from their former glory.
Humanity still ruled, while the Nether Clan had dwindled to near-extinction.
But she understood.
If even she had been trapped in the abyssal darkness of the Nether Prison, how could the others have fared better?
Yet...
One thing puzzled her beyond reason.
The seal on the Nether Prison had weakened...
That was the only reason she had broken free.
What could have caused it?
As she pondered—
Thud. Thud.
Heavy footsteps approached.
A deep, fervent voice echoed in her ears:
"Madame Lin! It is you!"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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?"
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.
