Countless crimes were laid bare for all to see.
The world finally understood the true nature of the Qingfeng Sect.
At the Qingfeng Sect's mountain stronghold,
Qingfengzi arrived with his disciples in tow.
Gripping his sword, he looked up at the densely packed shadows blotting out the sky.
In an instant,
Every hair on his body stood on end.
His voice trembled uncontrollably: "It's... the Night King..."
All the bold claims he'd made during the livestream were forgotten.
Only bone-chilling terror remained as he forced himself to ask his pale-faced head disciple Yang Huan: "Have the other sects arrived yet?"
"What about the Martial Arts Department? Are they sending reinforcements?"
Yang Huan swallowed hard before replying: "Th-they're on their way... but I don't know if we can hold out until then."
Hearing this,
Qingfengzi felt a sliver of reassurance.
He forced a smile as he looked up at the Night King again: "N-no matter... our sect's defensive formation has protected us since ancient times."
"It can withstand three full-powered strikes from a late-stage Grandmaster!"
Yet,
Before the words fully left his mouth,
An unimaginable scene unfolded before the world's eyes.
Time itself seemed to freeze.
Every observer stood transfixed.
At 10 PM that night,
The starry moonlit sky of the Ancient Martial World was suddenly swallowed by darkness—
Not ordinary nightfall...
But something far more ominous...
Gu Yan hovered high above, calmly raising his right hand as he gazed down at the Qingfeng Sect below.
His icy voice carried to every witness:
"The heavens show no mercy, treating all as straw dogs."
"The Qingfeng Sect has committed unforgivable crimes that the Ancient Martial World failed to punish."
"Therefore... it falls to us of the Night..."
"To deliver justice!"
With those words—
BOOM!!!
A colossal black claw condensed from malevolent energy materialized in the sky,
So vast it blotted out the sun and stars,
Drowning the world in darkness.
Gu Yan gently lowered his right hand.
The monstrous claw followed his motion,
Crashing down upon the Qingfeng Sect's defensive formation with apocalyptic force.
The terrifying truth became clear—
The entire Qingfeng Sect stronghold looked pitifully small beneath that looming claw.
BOOM!!!
The impact sent shockwaves rippling across ten thousand miles.
CRACK! SNAP!
Ancient trees taller than skyscrapers shattered like twigs.
The defensive formation screamed under the strain, its structural harmonics shrieking in protest.
"EVERYONE!!! CHANNEL ALL YOUR ENERGY INTO THE FORMATION!!!"
Qingfengzi roared, veins bulging as he poured his life force into the barrier.
How?! How could this be?!
The Night King had grown stronger than five years ago!
Why... WHY?!
Blood trickled from his lips as the cracks spread.
Looking skyward, he howled: "WHY?! NIGHT KING! MUST YOU ANNIHILATE OUR SECT?!"
The reply came in chilling monotone:
"So what if I do."
BOOM!!!
CRUNCH!!!
The black claw shattered the formation—
And kept descending.
"NO!!!"
Qingfengzi's eyes nearly burst from their sockets.
"RUN!! FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES!!"
"THE NIGHT KING IS HERE!"
"ESCAPE!!!"
Screams and wails rose in chorus—
All meaningless.
As the claw completed its descent,
Every sound...
Ceased.
Whoosh—
The energy dispersed.
The watching world fell silent.
Livestream comments froze mid-scroll.
Because...
Where the mighty Qingfeng Sect once stood...
Now existed only a crater.
With one palm strike,
The Night King had erased a millennia-old sect from the map.
Reinforcements arriving from a hundred miles away halted abruptly.
Even at this distance,
The residual energy made their skin crawl.
A trembling disciple in Taoist robes gulped: "Th-this can't be real..."
"That claw... bigger than our entire sect... just flattened Qingfeng?"
"W-we should retreat. This battle's beyond us."
"Right! The sect leader sent us to aid Qingfeng, but Qingfeng's gone!"
"Move! Withdraw now!"
Such was the cruel logic of the Ancient Martial World—
Alliances existed only for the strong.
The dead?
Forgotten before their bodies cooled.
Martial Arts Department operatives in white uniforms stood grim-faced on tree branches, their right-eye lenses flashing.
One pressed his earpiece: "Report. Qingfeng Sect annihilated."
"No survivors detected."
"Wait—"
Every viewer then witnessed the Night King's next act.
Gu Yan hovered motionless.
Then—
Hummm!!
A wave of dark energy swept the ruins.
Countless pale souls materialized above the crater,
Twisting into a glowing white [Soul Pill] that floated into Gu Yan's palm.
Before the horrified world,
He consumed it.
Thud! THUD!! BOOM!!!
His aura exploded with renewed might.
The revelation struck like thunder:
"The Night King... refined an entire sect's worth of souls!!"
"Devouring spirits to empower himself! He's cut off their reincarnation cycles!!"
"Monstrous! Absolutely monstrous!!"
[He... ate their souls?!]
[The Martial Arts Department files mentioned this—the Night King grows stronger by consuming life essence!]
[So "justice" was just an excuse! Soul harvesting was his real goal!]
[Typical villain! I almost believed his righteous act!]
[How can we possibly fight something like this?]
Having completed his grim harvest,
Gu Yan spoke softly:
"The world brims with sin."
"This was but the first reckoning."
"Take comfort..."
"For we of the Night shall eventually eradicate all wickedness."
Behind him,
Stone, Xiao Bai and other Night Organization members echoed:
"We of the Night shall eradicate all wickedness!!"
Whoosh!!
Gu Yan and the others vanished in an instant.
At the same time, all electronic devices around the world resumed normal operation.
A month had passed.
The Night Organization had finally reappeared—and with their return, they once again sent shockwaves across the globe!
Everyone was speculating: Would the Night King broadcast every future operation so brazenly?
Headquarters of the Martial Arts Department.
BANG!!
"That damned Night King!!"
"Everyone! Move faster!!"
"We need to recruit a massive number of martial artists—now!!!"
"We can’t let the Night King destroy this world!!!"
Long Tianyuan, the department chief, slammed his fist onto the table, shattering it, his face twisted in fury.
"Yes, sir!"
Night King!! Don’t celebrate too soon! Once I break through to the Grandmaster realm, your death will be certain!!
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.”
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?"
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?"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
