Hold on, hold on.
The Night King? Why is it the Night King again?
Has the Night King existed since that long ago?
Gu Yan silently recalled.
Oh right, the condition to become the Night King was obtaining that dagger called [Night].
And having read the original work, he knew that [Night] was a dagger with its own consciousness.
It wasn’t so much a person choosing the dagger, but rather the dagger choosing its wielder.
In other words, if the dagger wished, it could abandon the current [Night King] at any time and choose someone new.
Thinking about it this way...
The Night King truly could be considered the natural enemy of the Netherworld Clan.
After all, the Night King needed souls to cultivate.
And a Netherworld Sovereign was essentially a walking all-you-can-eat soul buffet.
It made perfect sense for the Night King to target them.
But then, why did it also manipulate the Four Sacred Beasts?
Perhaps... the Night King wasn’t strong enough back then? So it needed allies?
But wait—don’t forget, this idiotic urban low-martial novel was written from the perspective of the protagonist, Xiao Lin.
Meaning the Four Sacred Beasts were the good guys.
So how did they end up becoming mortal enemies with the Night King?
Furthermore...
The Night King’s true form was a dagger.
When the Four Sacred Beasts made their deal, were they negotiating with the dagger itself or the Night King chosen by the dagger? And what happened to turn them into enemies?
Tsk, too much information, and the original novel was hastily abandoned without finishing.
Gu Yan’s brain was starting to overload.
In any case, Gu Yan couldn’t be sure of the specifics—after all, he wasn’t from that era.
For now, he just had to keep playing his role.
With that in mind—
“Hah...”
“I was wondering why those four traitors were swayed by humans.”
“So it was the Night King... That explains everything.”
Gu Yan let out a cold laugh and flexed his power—BOOM!
The armrests made of two skulls were crushed into dust.
Lin’s eyes flickered with awe—the Sovereign’s power seemed even stronger than yesterday!
He must be recovering!
Thinking this, Lin followed Gu Yan’s lead: “Yes, Sovereign. The Night King possesses immortality and can even bestow it upon others.”
“Those four traitors must have been tempted by this power to collaborate with him!”
“But with the Black Tortoise dead, this is good news for us, Sovereign.”
“It proves those traitors are far weaker now!”
Gu Yan nodded faintly. “Mm. How many forces do we have now?”
“Reporting to the Sovereign, we are nothing compared to our strength tens of thousands of years ago. Even though the miasma of the Netherworld Prison has corrupted this place, turning many creatures into Netherkind...”
“We only have about a thousand Ghost Generals at most.”
“Those below Ghost General rank are not worth counting—they’re just cannon fodder.”
...
A thousand Ghost Generals? That meant a thousand Innates!
And those below Ghost General weren’t even counted...?
Was this the legacy of an ancient clan?
“Mm.”
Gu Yan gave a slight nod before turning to Old Gao. “How long until the humans arrive?”
The cloaked Old Gao lowered his stance slightly, his voice hoarse. “Reporting to the Sovereign, if the timing is correct, the human army will reach this place by tomorrow.”
“Good. Pass down my orders—all fiends must prepare.”
“As for the humans who step foot here tomorrow...”
Gu Yan’s voice dripped with killing intent. “Leave none alive.”
“Understood, Sovereign!”
“Understood, Sovereign!”
Yet, in the midst of this solemn moment—
Buzzzzzzz~!
The sound of a phone vibrating rang out.
Gu Yan: “........”
Lin: “?!!”
The abrupt noise froze the atmosphere.
Ahem. “Sovereign... your phone is ringing.”
Old Gao coughed lightly, breaking the tension.
“Mm.”
Gu Yan feigned composure as he nodded, then extended his palm.
Gurgle...
Black liquid surged forth, coalescing into a phone in his hand.
The vibrations were indeed coming from it—but since Gu Yan didn’t answer, the ringing soon faded.
Lin stared curiously at the little black device. “Sovereign... what is this noise-making object...?”
Gu Yan replied calmly, “A small tool from this world. Even ordinary humans can use it to communicate across tens of thousands of meters.”
Lin understood, admiration flashing in her eyes. “Ah! Because the Sovereign assimilated this human, you absorbed his memories and learned about the human world.”
“This must be part of your plan to infiltrate human society and uncover the enemy’s secrets, right? Am I correct, Sovereign?”
If you say so...
Gu Yan nodded. “Mm, that’s the general idea.”
Lin, feeling like she had grasped his intentions, continued eagerly, “The Sovereign must believe that while this place is indeed our Netherkind’s stronghold...”
“To know your enemy is to ensure victory. We must also have agents infiltrate human society to gather intelligence.”
Her eyes sparkled as she volunteered. “Sovereign, my appearance is no different from a human’s. Though I’ve always despised this weak, human-like body...”
“If the Sovereign requires it, I am willing to infiltrate the human world and gather information from within!”
Gu Yan: “......”
He was momentarily stunned. Huh... I hadn’t actually considered that.
Looking at Lin—who indeed looked perfectly human—new ideas began forming in his mind.
Wait, wait...
Let me sort this out. My true identity is just an ordinary transmigrator who wants to live happily with Leng Qingqiu.
But secretly, I’m also: the de facto heir of the Gu Family, a promising rookie in the Martial Division, a fake Night King, and now... a fake Netherworld Sovereign?
Does this mean I have different identities across multiple factions?
And with Lin volunteering like this...
Gu Yan’s thoughts took another turn.
He nodded solemnly. “Mm. Good thinking, Lin.”
“If needed, I’ll arrange for you to infiltrate the human world at the right opportunity.”
Lin’s face lit up with excitement. Yes! I really do understand the Sovereign’s intentions!
Before she could say more—
Gu Yan stood. “I have something else to attend to.”
“Lin, I leave everything here to you.”
“Old Gao, accompany me.”
Old Gao bowed. “Understood, Sovereign.”
Though disappointed she couldn’t stay by his side, Lin accepted the order without question. “Understood, Sovereign!”
......
......
The Leng Family.
“Xiao Leng, why isn’t Gu Yan answering my call?”
Leng Qingqiu frowned, poking at her phone screen. Did it break?
【...Perhaps the furnace is busy and can’t answer your call.】
"Oh, I see."
Leng Qingqiu hugged her phone and sat at the desk, now cleared of books.
Another day with nothing to do.
I wonder what Gu Yan is up to... Could he be preparing for tomorrow’s expedition?
The thought of tomorrow’s exploration suddenly sparked an idea.
"Hey, Xiao Leng, what if I scout the forbidden zone ahead of time? Clear out the dangers in advance?"
"If we run into any demons or monsters, I’ll just slaughter them all and absorb their essence as nourishment. Hehehe, sounds like a solid plan."
【......】
My other self, why do you only get this enthusiastic when it’s about Gu Yan?
Maybe you should reflect on how you ended up like this...
As for the forbidden zone...
Xiao Leng guessed that, given Gu Yan’s personality, he’d probably already scouted it out himself.
Wonder if he’s noticed yet...
The wishes Xiao Xie grants don’t just materialize out of thin air—they manifest through a logical process.
If he hasn’t figured that out yet, then making another wish... could lead to something disastrous.
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?!
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.”
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?!
