At the same time.
Mei Xue gazed heavily at the humanoid monster perched atop the flower bud.
What’s going on...
The aura of the Flower Deity?
Wasn’t Wang Yulan the one who possessed the Flower Deity’s aura? How did she end up like this?
Unless...
Mei Xue seemed to have thought of a possibility, her heart sinking even further.
Could this situation have been orchestrated by Gu Yan?
She glanced at Gu Yan, who had collapsed unconscious the moment the battle began. But would he go so far as to inflict severe injuries on himself?
Or... was Gu Yan feigning illness again?
Mei Xue recalled the battle against the Night King—damn it...
Was this another one of Gu Yan’s schemes?
Inside the overlapping space.
Gu Yan turned to Xiao Leng. "Are you done yet? Any longer, and these people will all die."
"These members of the Night Organization are Qingqiu’s subordinates."
Xiao Leng merely smiled faintly in response. "Don’t rush. Wait a little longer."
Her gaze lingered on Wang Yulan, now transformed into a monster—the bearer of the Flower Deity’s aura...
Had she completely fused with it?
Why? Had Gu Yan tampered with something?
Outside.
Shangguan Miaoyin received the reply, her heart sinking.
Tch, seriously? If Mei Xue’s spatial abilities couldn’t be used...
Then how were they supposed to escape this situation?
Wang Yulan’s consciousness gradually cleared. She could feel her current state—power, endless power, surging relentlessly from within her body.
Following her instincts, she lightly twitched her fingers.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dense vines erupted from the ground, wrapping around every corpse in the vicinity.
In full view of everyone, the bodies were drained dry in an instant, reduced to nothing but husks.
!!!!
Everyone was stunned.
"That monster... is absorbing energy!"
"Are we all just food in its eyes?!"
Lin, witnessing this, laughed even more gleefully. She shouted at Wang Yulan, "Newcomer, kill them all!!"
Kill...
As if hearing something, Wang Yulan turned her head toward Lin.
The calmness in her gaze sent an inexplicable chill down Lin’s spine, but soon, Wang Yulan shifted her attention to Bai Jun and the others.
The moment her gaze landed on them, everyone detected a strange, sweet fragrance in the air.
Then, they realized—their bodies wouldn’t move.
"What... is this?"
"I can’t move my body."
[Murong Ci, what are your odds against her?]
Shangguan Miaoyin reached out to Murong Ci, the strongest member of the Night Organization aside from their master. His cultivation had reached the mid-stage of the Grandmaster realm.
However.
Murong Ci replied,
[Zero. I’m no match for her.]
What?
Shangguan Miaoyin was speechless. Were they really going to die here today?
This was ridiculous! If they died here, it’d be beyond humiliating!
Their master would be utterly disappointed in them!
The next second, something happened that sent chills down everyone’s spines.
Buzz—
Without warning, the humanoid monster atop the flower vanished.
When it reappeared, it was already amidst the crowd.
More precisely—
Right beside Gu Yan.
"Gu... Yan..."
The monster used vines to lift the "unconscious" Gu Yan, murmuring his name.
A flicker of emotion flashed in her eyes.
Gu Yan??
She said Gu Yan??
Bai Jun’s eyes widened. Shangguan Miaoyin also turned her head in shock.
At that moment, only one thought echoed in everyone’s minds—
She... knows Gu Yan??
How?
Yet, they remained immobilized by some unknown force.
Lin, unable to endure any longer, shouted, "Newcomer! Hurry up and kill them! Don’t disappoint His Majesty!"
The moment those words left her mouth—
"Silence!"
Wang Yulan whipped her head around, her eyes glowing with an eerie green light as overwhelming killing intent crashed down on Lin.
The latter’s face instantly twisted in horror.
Then, Wang Yulan turned back to Gu Yan. "Gu Yan... why are you here...?"
She reached out with a pale hand, gently touching his cheek.
Her eyes held a mix of sorrow and joy.
Could this... be fate?
She had become like this, yet Gu Yan had appeared before her.
If so, could she take him away and turn him into one of her own?
With that thought, Wang Yulan glanced at the other warriors nearby.
"I’m sorry," she said softly. "I’m taking Gu Yan with me."
"And to ensure none of you leak this information... so..."
As her voice trailed off—
"Huh?!"
"What?!"
Everyone realized their hands were moving against their will—slowly reaching for their own necks.
Bai Jun’s expression twisted in disbelief. "What kind of joke is this? What ability is this?!"
He struggled to resist, but his hands refused to obey.
Ning Qian, gripping her sword, found the blade inching toward her own throat.
"Tch..."
Shangguan Miaoyin and the others were no different.
[Mei Xue, Mei Xue, are you really unable to use your abilities? If this goes on, we’ll all die.]
[Yeah, Sister Mei Xue, this is too humiliating! Even if we can revive, dying like this is just embarrassing!]
[Eh... we can revive?]
[Shut up, newbie! This isn’t the time for your questions!]
[Ugh... s-sorry...]
Just as everyone was about to end their own lives—
BOOM!!
A devastating sword aura materialized out of nowhere.
Like the first ray of dawn piercing through the endless night, it tore through the darkness.
The sword aura was razor-sharp, carving a magnificent arc across the sky at the brink of despair.
With a deafening roar, it swept forward.
"ROAR!!"
Every demonic creature born from the shadows was obliterated, like autumn leaves swept away by a storm.
Even Grandmaster-level monsters shattered like glass, dissolving into black dust.
The colossal black sword aura didn’t stop there—it shot straight toward Lin, whose face twisted in shock.
"NO!!"
With a final scream, Lin vanished alongside the sword aura.
The fog-covered sky of the forbidden zone instantly brightened.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze.
Everyone held their breath, unable to process what had just happened.
What... what was that??
Who saved them??
The next second—
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Countless spatial rifts opened beneath their feet.
"Now! Retreat!"
Mei Xue barked the order, instantly teleporting everyone away.
Even the "Gu Yan" in front of Wang Yulan was taken.
In an instant, the forbidden zone fell into complete silence.
......
......
Inside the overlapping space.
Gu Yan was dumbstruck. He swallowed hard, turning stiffly toward Xiao Leng beside him.
The opponent held a black dagger in their hand. Noticing Gu Yan's gaze, the corner of their lips curled slightly: "Consider this a warm-up."
What kind of over-the-top warm-up was this?!
And—
"Why did you kill Lin?!"
Gu Yan was stunned. Killing monsters was one thing, but how could they take out a teammate with a functioning brain?
Hearing this, Xiao Leng only smiled wider. She sheathed her dagger and slowly closed the distance between them, stepping so close that Gu Yan could almost catch the sweet, honey-like fragrance emanating from her.
Then, with her now-unveiled, starry-night eyes fixed on him, she flashed a faint smile and said,
"Because... you belong to me—and the other me—as our cauldron."
"No one else has the right to claim you."
"Not even in their fantasies."
!!!
Gu Yan's heart lurched. He averted his gaze and muttered, "Please don't say weird things while borrowing Qingqiu's body."
"Is that so? I think the other me would have done the same."
Gu Yan: "........"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
