The experiment with demonic creatures in the laboratory was one of Gu Yan's ideas.
The purpose was to quickly obtain tools—people who could strengthen his faction.
Creating demonic creatures using demon cells was the most efficient method.
As for the demon cells...
The fifth forbidden zone naturally had an abundance of them.
One must not forget Gu Yan’s other identity—the Nether King.
Leaving the laboratory,
Gu Yan took the express elevator up to the surface.
Passing through layers of silver-coated corridors designed to ward off the sinister aura of demonic creatures,
he stepped onto the spacious road of Hope’s Light.
After days of renovation and remodeling,
Hope’s Light had completely transformed into a small-scale living complex.
"Young Master, Miss Mei has been waiting for you for quite some time."
Old Gao had long been stationed at the entrance of the corridor, having shed his clawed disguise and reverted to his role as the butler, Old Gao.
Following Old Gao’s gaze, Gu Yan spotted Mei Xue and You Xingxue standing beneath a streetlamp not far away.
The former, upon seeing Gu Yan, wore a complicated expression. Her eyes flickered, but she eventually met his gaze.
You Xingxue, on the other hand, was visibly nervous.
Huh? Huh? Huh?
So... her lord... was actually Gu Yan?
Her instincts back in the martial arts division hadn’t been wrong.
But... wasn’t Gu Yan the young master of the Gu Family? And also Leng Qingqiu’s husband.
Then... if Leng Qingqiu was the Night King, and Gu Yan had now taken the Night King’s power...
did that mean he had stolen his own wife’s strength?
Huh?
This was so convoluted... it was making her brain hurt.
Most importantly, it turned out her lord was already taken...
Uh... that probably shouldn’t be the focus here...
You Xingxue lowered her head, her mind a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts.
Meanwhile, Gu Yan had already walked up to Mei Xue. He clapped his hands lightly and praised, "Miss Mei, your previous performance was a great success."
"Congratulations on joining our side."
Hearing this,
Mei Xue clenched her fists, gritting her teeth as she glared at Gu Yan in anger. "You deceived me. You never told me you were impersonating the Night King."
"If I had known, I would never have stooped to your level."
Gu Yan shook his head and chuckled lightly. "Is that so?"
"I don’t think so. After all, you love your brother more than anything, don’t you?"
"You’d betray anyone if it meant protecting him, wouldn’t you?"
Mei Xue’s expression twisted in fury. "You—!"
She wanted to say more, but under Gu Yan’s mocking gaze, she ultimately shut her mouth and averted her eyes.
Betraying her master had already tormented Mei Xue, and now, with her master’s power stolen, the weight of guilt pressed down on her endlessly.
But...
Mei Xue took a quiet breath, forcing her voice to remain steady. "You promised me..."
Gu Yan feigned ignorance. "Promised what?"
"My brother!!"
Unable to hold back, Mei Xue turned to face Gu Yan, her agitation rising when she saw his indifferent expression. "You promised me that after I did everything you asked, you’d return my brother’s soul to me!"
At this,
Gu Yan acted as if he had just remembered. "Oh, him. Right, I recall now."
With that, he opened his palm, and—glug, glug~!
Claw-Claw slowly emerged from Gu Yan’s hand.
Having devoured nearly thirty dragon auras, Claw-Claw’s appearance had undergone a significant transformation.
Its originally small, pitch-black body now shimmered with streaks of gold.
Three slender, gold-and-black tendrils writhed in Gu Yan’s palm.
The next moment—
"Big... sister..."
The voice of Mei Xue’s younger brother, Deng Feng, heir of the Black Tortoise Gate, emanated from Claw-Claw.
Mei Xue froze momentarily before her face lit up with wild joy. "Deng Feng!"
She immediately reached out to grab Claw-Claw,
but Gu Yan swiftly withdrew his hand.
Mei Xue stiffened, looking up at Gu Yan as a terrible premonition surged in her heart. "What do you mean by this?"
"Don’t you understand, Mei Xue?"
"What I mean is..."
Gu Yan’s smile faded, replaced by a cold, detached expression.
He stepped closer to Mei Xue and patted her shoulder, his voice icy. "Your brother’s soul is now stored with me."
"If you ever want to see him again,"
"then you’ll obey my orders without question."
"From now on, you and You Xingxue will stay here as instructors, training the children in cultivation."
Hearing this, Mei Xue’s face went blank before twisting into disbelief.
In a voice on the verge of breaking, she shouted at Gu Yan, "Are you joking?!"
"I’ve already done so much for you... I even betrayed my master..."
"And now... you’re going back on your word?!"
Mei Xue was on the verge of tears. When she had first met Gu Yan,
he had used information about her brother’s whereabouts to make her complete five tasks.
Now, knowing her brother wasn’t dead, she had obeyed Gu Yan’s orders and betrayed her master.
But now... but now...
Gu Yan remained unmoved, speaking indifferently. "That’s right."
"Mei Xue... did you really think I kept your brother alive out of kindness?"
"If you want him to stay safe, you’ll do exactly as I say."
"Unless..."
Gu Yan stepped past Mei Xue’s left side, stopping behind her. "You never want to see him again."
"..."
"You scum..."
Mei Xue’s clenched fists loosened helplessly, her voice hoarse and filled with despair.
Gu Yan didn’t respond.
Scum, huh?
He had indeed done many things worse than a beast.
But... so what?
He didn’t regret any of it.
Mei Xue’s brother had died long ago, his soul torn to shreds by Claw-Claw, beyond any hope of restoration.
Even if pieced back together and given a body, he’d be nothing more than a mindless fool.
From the very beginning, Gu Yan had never intended to let Mei Xue see her brother again.
Because in the original story, it was her brother who had driven her to betray Leng Qingqiu.
He would never allow this ticking time bomb to replay the original plot.
Gu Yan vanished from sight, his form disappearing into the night.
With Claw-Claw’s upgrade and the Night Dagger in his possession,
he could now move freely through the darkness.
Old Gao approached Mei Xue, who stood with her head bowed, her spirit shattered. He sighed. "Miss Mei, do your work here properly."
"The young master never mistreats his own."
Then, he turned to You Xingxue, who was doing her best to remain unnoticed, her head ducked low.
He smiled wryly. "Miss You, the young master asked me to relay a message. While working at Hope’s Light, you’ll have access to the internet."
"Hope’s Light has private gaming pods. The young master said you’re... well, a socially awkward shut-in."
You Xingxue’s head snapped up, her eyes visibly lighting up with excitement.
My lord... actually knows I’m a socially awkward shut-in?!
With that,
Old Gao took his leave.
He hadn't walked far when he spotted Gu Yan standing alone under a tree, gazing in his direction.
Old Gao approached quietly and said with a smile, "Young Master, everything has been taken care of."
"Mm."
Gu Yan gave a slight nod.
You Xingxue was a genius, while Mei Xue possessed both combat expertise and teaching experience.
They could help the children of Hope's Light grow stronger.
In less than half a year,
Hope's Light... would make its debut in this world.
Now then... it was time to retrieve that formation genius.
Just then—
"......"
Gu Yan suddenly noticed his vision blurring for an instant.
Brief as it was, the distortion was unmistakable.
The cost of wielding the dagger, perhaps...
Internally, he understood. Outwardly,
he remained composed. "Let's go, Old Gao. By tomorrow evening, I need the profile of a man named Ling Fa from the martial arts division."
"Understood, Young Master."

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?!

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?"

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

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.”