Since the announcement of universal martialization a month ago,
the world has undergone tremendous changes.
Martial arts-related facilities have been constructed worldwide,
and promotional speeches about martial artists can be seen everywhere—on streets, in commercial districts, and beyond.
At 9 PM,
the headquarters building of the Martial Arts Department was brightly lit.
Everyone was working in 24-hour rotating shifts.
At this moment,
inside the Abnormal Fluctuation Monitoring Division,
a group of people sat gathered around a large screen, each with their own individual monitor.
They were conducting round-the-clock data surveillance.
"No abnormal reactions in City A."
"No abnormal reactions in City B."
"..."
"Monitoring of the secular world complete. Current time: 21:31. All clear."
"No signs of the Night King’s signature energy fluctuations."
With the report concluded,
everyone let out a sigh of relief.
A bespectacled man leaned back in his chair and glanced at his exhausted colleagues. "Honestly, ever since the Night King emerged a month ago, we’ve been the ones suffering the most."
Hearing this, a weary-eyed woman named Su Lin sighed and shook her head. "Yeah, because of one sentence from the Night King, we’re stuck monitoring energy fluctuations across the entire country. That guy really is born evil!"
"Hey, Su Lin, save the complaints. We still have the Ancient Martial World to monitor."
As he spoke,
the man clattered away at his keyboard, his tone tinged with confusion. "Huh? Why hasn’t Brother Tian sent over the data fluctuations from the Ancient Martial World yet?"
"Did something happen?"
"..."
"Oh, it just came through... but... Su Lin, why does this fluctuation chart look like a black void in one spot?"
Whoosh—!
Su Lin frowned and wheeled her chair over, her gaze sharp as she studied the chart.
She recalled the techniques her master had taught her for detecting the Night King’s presence.
In an instant,
her heart sank. "This is bad! The Night King has appeared in the secular world!"
She immediately turned to the bespectacled man and ordered, "Little Xiao, pull up the coordinates of that black void—now!"
"R-right!"
Little Xiao snapped to attention and quickly ran the search.
In seconds,
the coordinates of the void appeared on the room’s main screen.
Everyone stared.
Silence fell.
Because... the location marked by those coordinates was...
Qingfeng Sect.
The Night King’s energy fluctuations had appeared there.
Which meant...
The Night King’s target was the Qingfeng Sect!
A collective gasp swept through the room. The Night King had some nerve!
Su Lin barked out orders, "Everyone, notify all department members stationed in the Ancient Martial World immediately! Also, alert the Qingfeng Sect and all neighboring sects! And—"
"Su... Su Lin!"
"Su Lin, something’s wrong!"
"Su Lin, look at this!"
Her words were cut off as a wave of unease washed over her. "What’s going on?"
She turned and saw Little Xiao holding up his phone.
On the screen was an aerial view—
a sect’s defensive formation,
with the gates of the Qingfeng Sect clearly visible below.
Su Lin’s eyes narrowed. "The Night Organization is livestreaming this?"
"No, my phone suddenly switched to this feed on its own."
"What?!"
Su Lin’s mind raced. Was this the Night King’s doing?
Damn it, this was bad. Because...
"Uh, Su Lin, my phone just did the same thing."
"Mine too."
"Same here..."
No sooner had they spoken than—
Bzzzt!
Every screen in the Abnormal Fluctuation Monitoring Division
flickered—
and switched to the same feed.
"Su Lin, all our systems are down!"
"What kind of power is this?"
"The Night King... he’s here!"
Then,
a voice that sent chills down their spines
echoed from the screens.
"In the 8523rd year of the Ancient Martial Calendar, the Qingfeng Sect attacked the Force Breaker Sect, slaughtering all 239 disciples and seizing their mineral veins, consuming their very foundation."
"In the 8524th year, Qingfengzi, the current leader of the Qingfeng Sect, ambushed his predecessor to steal the Sect Leader Seal, using its accumulated fortune to break through to the Grandmaster realm."
"In the 8526th year, Qingfeng Sect disciples massacred an entire village of mortals during a casual outing..."
"In the..."
The voice boomed across the heavens.
Panic erupted.
"This is bad! The Night King is reciting the sins of the Qingfeng Sect!"
"Damn it, his next move will definitely be to attack them!"
"Hurry! Were the other sects notified?"
"They—they were! Reinforcements are on the way!"
"Tell them to move faster!!"
But by now,
it was already too late.
Because electronic devices worldwide were all affected, displaying Gu Yan's current footage.
Especially on the official livestream of the Qingfeng Sect.
At this moment, Yang Huan, the head disciple of the Qingfeng Sect, was still unaware of what was happening outside.
But a flood of trolls and haters suddenly swarmed into the livestream.
[What kind of righteous sect is the Qingfeng Sect? Their actions are no different from those of demonic cults!]
[These major sects never treat ordinary people as human beings.]
[Just because the food was bad, they slaughtered nearly a hundred villagers?! Absolutely despicable!]
[No way, how could a righteous sect do such things? The Night King is a devil who harms the world—why believe his words?]
[Exactly, don’t get swayed by the trolls. Just because the Night King says it, you believe it?]
[Heh, what if it’s true? In the world of martial artists, the strong rule, and commoners are treated like livestock!]
Yang Huan couldn’t continue the livestream. His face darkened.
What’s going on?
Only they knew about this matter.
Who leaked it?!
Just then, a panicked voice rang out: "E-Elder Brother!"
"What is it?!"
"It’s bad! The Night King!! He’s attacking!!!"
"What?!!"
Qingfengzi, the sect leader of the Qingfeng Sect, stood up abruptly, his voice trembling with shock. "The Night King?! Are you sure you didn’t misidentify him?!"
"Y-yes! They’re hovering above us, recounting everything we’ve done!"
Qingfengzi’s expression turned grim. He immediately ordered, "Shut down the livestream. Follow me outside!"
Yang Huan’s heart sank.
When he glanced back at the livestream, the tone had completely shifted.
[Qingfengzi said he was in seclusion? Turns out he was just nearby, huh?]
[Heh, these hypocritical scumbags. Now the Night King’s words seem much more credible.]
Yang Huan had no time to deal with this. After ending the livestream, he hurried after Qingfengzi.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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?!
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?"
