In the darkness, the atmosphere in the room was oppressive and heavy.
Leng Qingqiu, the false Night King, was meeting the other party for the first time.
Under her night-vision gaze, the figure before her radiated an unmistakable malice.
Yet within that malice, there was a trace of something familiar to Leng Qingqiu.
He was like a shadow slipping through the void, silent yet menacing, a bottomless black hole devouring all light and warmth around him.
His voice dripped with sarcasm and mockery.
A faint green glow slowly emanated from Leng Qingqiu’s eyes as she stared intently at him, her words deliberate: "A cowardly impostor hiding in the shadows—did you come here seeking death?"
"Seeking death? An impostor?"
The dark figure raised a hand and let out a scornful laugh upon hearing Leng Qingqiu’s words. "You, who’ve been wallowing in a love nest, have the right to say that?"
"This world is no longer what you think it is."
"Someone always wants to take the seat of power."
"Night King... you no longer deserve to sit on that throne."
As his words fell—
Hummm!
An endless darkness surged forth, swallowing all light in an instant.
Leng Qingqiu’s expression shifted.
In the span of a single breath, she realized she had been taken from the study.
...
...
The two now stood on the barren earth of another realm.
The land stretched empty, the sky devoured by darkness, devoid of any light.
Leng Qingqiu couldn’t see the full scope of the battlefield, but she could sense its desolation and overwhelming aura of death.
As the space shifted, Leng Qingqiu gradually steadied herself and turned her gaze to the false Night King who had brought her here.
With a flick of her right hand—Hum!—
A black dagger of the night materialized in her grip.
Her eyes locked onto her opponent as she spoke coldly, "You’ve picked a fine grave for yourself, impostor."
Yet, even facing the Night King armed with her dagger, the dark figure remained unperturbed.
"An impostor?"
"Night King, it seems you still haven’t grasped what I said earlier."
Leng Qingqiu frowned. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is..."
His next words made Leng Qingqiu’s expression darken: "Can you truly remain the Night King now?"
"The mighty Night King, playing love games with an ordinary human—how laughable, how pathetic. Do you..."
"Still even want revenge?"
The words struck like a blade.
Leng Qingqiu’s face turned stormy. He wasn’t wrong.
Her relationship with Gu Yan had indeed caused her to neglect many matters concerning the Night Organization.
But that didn’t mean she had abandoned her desire for revenge.
Not for a single moment had she forgotten.
Still, she knew this was an attempt to unsettle her.
With a slow breath, she pointed the dagger’s tip at the dark figure and said icily, "Enough talk, impostor. I don’t know how you uncovered my identity."
"But..."
A faint green glow flickered in her eyes. "Today, you will die here."
The moment she spoke—
Swish!
The dark figure’s body split cleanly in two, a straight slash tearing through him from head to toe.
His form dissolved into black smoke, dispersing into the air.
Seeing this, Leng Qingqiu’s tension eased slightly—only for a surge of danger to grip her an instant later.
"Did you really think you could still wield the dagger’s power?"
A mocking voice rang out behind her.
Without hesitation, she swung the dagger backward in a slash.
Yet—
Clang!!
Boom!
The Night Dagger, which should have been capable of severing anything, met resistance with a sharp metallic clang.
Leng Qingqiu’s heart lurched.
Her eyes snapped to what had blocked her strike—
Another black dagger.
The dark figure was none other than Gu Yan.
Through a combination of Peach Blossom Art, the masking properties of Claw Cells, the Mirror of Water, and the Night King’s Robe, he had perfectly concealed his aura.
He could even distort others’ senses, creating illusions so lifelike they were indistinguishable from reality.
Gu Yan called this technique—
[Mirage of Blossoms and Moonlight.]
For example, just moments ago, Leng Qingqiu had believed she had severed his life with her dagger.
But in truth, Gu Yan had made her think she had struck.
In reality, Leng Qingqiu hadn’t moved at all.
Now, Gu Yan gripped a dagger crafted by Claw Cells—identical to Leng Qingqiu’s—and locked blades with hers.
Just as he had guessed, as Leng Qingqiu lost the Night’s recognition, her power would fade.
And with it, her ability to wield the Night Dagger’s true strength.
At this moment, he could clearly sense that the Night King’s power within the dagger had dissipated.
In the hands of one no longer acknowledged, the blade was little more than a sharp, sturdy weapon.
Had it not been for Little Cold still residing within Leng Qingqiu’s body...
The moment she gripped the dagger, its innate power would have drained her dry.
Thud.
Leng Qingqiu’s heart pounded as if struck by a hammer.
She maintained her composure, tightening her grip on the dagger while silently assessing.
Just as the impostor had said—
She was... gradually losing control of the dagger?
Why?
Her mind raced, but outwardly, she remained ice-cold.
She couldn’t afford to let her enemy see through her thoughts.
As Leng Qingqiu strategized, Gu Yan pressed his assault.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sparks flew as the daggers clashed again and again.
Though the Night King’s power had waned, Leng Qingqiu’s mastery of the blade allowed her to counter Gu Yan’s attacks with ease.
Yet, as the Night King’s power continued to fade, her physical abilities deteriorated rapidly.
Gu Yan seized the opportunity to strike at her psyche: "Haven’t you realized it yet, Night King? You’ve lost control of the dagger."
"Feel your own strength—can’t you tell how much weaker you’ve become?!"
Leng Qingqiu had noticed.
But she refused to be led by the nose. "Like I said before," she replied coldly, "this much power is enough to kill you."
Tch... I can’t see his life threads anymore...
Why?
Why is the Night King’s power vanishing? What’s causing this?
Clang!
Gu Yan parried her dagger and leaped back, putting distance between them.
As if hearing something absurd, he let out a grating laugh. "Kill me? Hahahaha!"
"Former Night King, do you still believe that after seeing this?"
With a flick of his hand—
A swirling black vortex tore open in space.
And from it—
Hum!
An unconscious figure was dragged out by the throat.
Although the life essence of the other person was somewhat different from before and appeared dim, Leng Qingqiu could still faintly recognize who it was...
"Gu Yan?!"
Her heart skipped a beat.
At the same time, Leng Qingqiu stared in disbelief at the life essence of Mei Xue, whose hand was clasped around Gu Yan’s neck.
Mei Xue... Why was she here?
And with the imposter Night King, no less?
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?"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.
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.”
