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!!
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
