"Oh?"
Xiao Leng reached out, grabbed Gu Yan's fingers, and leaned in for a closer look. "So this is the legendary Three-Life Demon Claw?"
"It even carries a faint aura of the Divine Dragon."
"You actually fed something as precious as dragon energy to this little thing?"
She looked up at Gu Yan with a meaningful gaze. "How did you tame it?"
"Through the power of love between me and Qingqiu."
Well, if it was tamed by pure love, then wasn't that indeed the power of love?
"Tch, fine. Keep your secrets."
Xiao Leng let out a cold laugh.
She examined the claw again, then suddenly frowned.
Grabbing Gu Yan's fingers, she looked up at him expressionlessly. "You... have been feeding it your blood all this time?"
Gu Yan was taken aback. It was true—the Three-Life Demon Claw had been feeding on his blood since the very beginning.
After all, the most delicious sustenance for it seemed to be its master's blood.
"Yeah, why? Is there a problem?"
Gu Yan replied hesitantly. Could there be something wrong with this arrangement?
Xiao Leng fell silent, staring at the trembling Three-Life Demon Claw.
Then she released Gu Yan's hand, her voice devoid of any emotion. "What a waste."
Gu Yan's constitution was incredibly unique, yet he was using it to feed an ordinary Three-Life Demon Claw.
Well, now that Gu Yan had been feeding it, the claw had evolved into something more advanced.
At this thought—
Whoosh!
A spatial rift opened beside them.
Xiao Leng raised her right hand.
"Meow~!"
Yeye, still half-asleep, was yanked out and scooped into Xiao Leng's arms.
"What a waste?"
"Xiao Leng, what do you mean by that?"
"Also... Yeye was sleeping just now..."
Gu Yan was puzzled by Xiao Leng's words.
The latter, however, simply rubbed Yeye's ears and said coldly, "None of your business. I just wanted to check how you've been raising Yeye."
With that, she lifted Yeye and peered into the cat's eyes.
When she noticed a flicker of human-like joy—the kind reserved for seeing one's owner—in Yeye's gaze,
She nodded in satisfaction. "Good."
Xiao Leng stood up, set Yeye down, and turned to Gu Yan. "From now on, you can add a bit of your blood to Yeye's food too."
Squeak?!
"Meow?"
Gu Yan: "..."
So now I'm just a nutrient dispenser?
Given Xiao Leng's words, Gu Yan wondered—could his blood have some special property?
Because of his Pure Love Constitution?
"Alright, if you say so, I'll take your advice this time."
Gu Yan nodded, then smiled. "After all, Yeye is a cat we adopted together."
"Even though I'm the one doing all the caregiving..."
"..."
For some reason, Gu Yan felt that the moment he said these words,
Xiao Leng's expression flickered with something unusual... something almost... tender?
"Good. You understand."
But the shift was fleeting. Xiao Leng quickly reverted to her usual impassive demeanor.
Then her figure began to fade, and her voice echoed in Gu Yan's ears:
"Gu Yan, there's another way to control the Power of Night."
"If it comes to the worst... I'll help you."
"But only if... you still have the will to see your plan through."
With that, Xiao Leng vanished.
Leaving Gu Yan stunned by her words.
Another... way?
What was it? From the sound of it, she knew?
For some reason, Gu Yan's heart grew heavy.
Xiao Leng seemed... less and less like the Xiao Leng he knew.
The old her would never have said such things.
Sigh.
Gu Yan opened his system panel.
Displayed on it...
Was the affection level between him and his Pure Love target.
[Pure Love Target Affection: 98%]
Just moments ago.
Xiao Leng's affection... had risen by another 2%.
Another fused memory bubble had also been unlocked.
Just a little more. According to the system, once affection reached 100%, he would learn the full truth.
And what... would that truth be?
Gu Yan closed the panel and took out the memory bubble.
A familiar aqua-blue bubble floated before him.
Taking a deep breath, Gu Yan steeled himself.
No matter what the truth was.
He... would never waver from the plan he had long since decided on!
With that resolve,
Gu Yan reached out and touched the memory bubble.
Instantly, the familiar sensation of weightlessness and dizziness overtook him.
......
...
......
"The Crown Prince! The Crown Prince is born!!"
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! It's a boy!"
"...Quick... let me see him..."
Amid the clamor,
A flood of memories poured into Gu Yan's mind as he slowly opened his eyes.
Where... was this?
Before him lay a woman—pale and exhausted, yet radiating an extraordinary grace.
Gu Yan realized he was in the body of an infant.
She pressed a gentle hand to his cheek, gazing at him with warmth.
"Gu Yan... your name shall be Gu Yan."
"You are now... the Crown Prince of our Great Qian Dynasty..."
Crown Prince?
Gu Yan was stunned. Then, like a narrator's voice, a stream of memories unfolded.
This world was known as the Great Thousand World, home to countless sects and mighty dynasties.
Among them, the Great Qian Dynasty stood supreme.
Emperor Qian's cultivation had reached the Seventh Grade of Immortality, making him the strongest of the seven immortal-tier experts in the world.
He had once dominated an entire era.
Gu Yan pieced it together—he was now... the Crown Prince of this dynasty!
Time passed swiftly.
Gu Yan soon displayed his prodigious talent.
While others only met the requirements for cultivation at age eight,
Gu Yan had already cultivated true energy in the womb. By eight, he had reached the [First Grade of Earth] stage!
Earning him the undisputed title of the strongest among his peers.
This memory bubble was vast.
Gu Yan experienced everything from birth to his eighth year.
Throughout, he acted entirely of his own will, with no forced plot progression.
Yet... it was on the very day he broke through to the First Grade of Earth that
He encountered... something that sent chills down his spine.
It was a rainy night.
Gu Yan's personal guard presented him with an object.
"Your Highness, this is a sinister weapon confiscated from the assassins we eliminated."
"Please decide its fate."
Jet-black, etched with eerie runes, and exuding an unfathomable aura.
Most importantly... it was a dagger.
Gu Yan recognized it at once.
This was... Night?!
He was about to order its immediate destruction and sealing.
But... the "him" in the memory was forced by the narrative to reach out and grasp the dagger.
He lifted it, studying it closely.
After a long pause,
A suppressed, exhilarated voice escaped Gu Yan's lips.
"Excellent... this is... perfect."
A wicked smirk curled at the corners of his mouth, his eyes gleaming with a chilling malice.
Clearly under the dagger's influence.
Gu Yan: "????"
Seriously, how the hell does this damn dagger keep showing up everywhere??
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.”
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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.
