The night wind howled under a bright moonlit sky.
Only Leng Qingqiu and Gu Yan remained in the heavens.
However, Gu Yan stood there now as the Night King.
Leng Qingqiu gripped an ordinary longsword in her right hand, the surroundings now devoid of others.
She fixed her gaze on the dazzling source of life essence ahead.
That person was none other than Gu Yan!
Thus, she had to stop him from continuing his slaughter.
"Enough, Night King," she said, her voice steady.
"Too many have already died."
Leng Qingqiu dispelled her killing intent, knowing it was Gu Yan before her.
That was why she spoke to him calmly now.
By this point, all those who had besieged the Leng Family—save for the forces of the mortal world—had been exterminated by Gu Yan.
Those remaining here were unrelated to the events of the past.
So Gu Yan... should stop now.
If he ceased at this moment, she would quietly dispatch her own people to eliminate the remaining enemies in the mortal world.
Then... she would bury deep in her heart the truth that Gu Yan was the one who had taken her dagger.
Once peace was restored, she and Gu Yan could live a tranquil, loving life together.
Yet, to Leng Qingqiu's disbelief and inner tremors...
Gu Yan lifted his head to look at her, his voice laced with mockery and indifference. "Leng Qingqiu, when did you become like this?"
"Since when do you care so much for others?"
"Have you considered what those people would think of you if they learned you were once the Night King?"
Hearing this, a wave of bitterness surged in Leng Qingqiu's heart.
Gu Yan was speaking to her with such coldness.
She tightened her grip on the sword, her qi swirling around her like razor-sharp light.
Swish!
Leng Qingqiu pointed the blade at Gu Yan, her voice icy. "Your dagger is the source of your power. Destroy it, and you’ll no longer be the invincible Night King!"
"If I kill you here and now, no one will ever know of my past identity!"
Gu Yan chuckled, the Power of Night flickering around him. "By all means, try."
With a flick of his wrist—swish!—the dagger shot toward Leng Qingqiu at a speed almost invisible to the eye.
Her heart sank. How had Gu Yan mastered the dagger to such an extent?
Just how deeply had the Power of Night corrupted him these past days?
No time to dwell.
Leng Qingqiu swiftly raised her sword to block.
Though she could not see, her heightened perception allowed her to lock onto his position through spiritual energy.
Now at the Post-Grand Master level, she could even discern Gu Yan’s current cultivation—merely a Grand Master. In combat, he stood no chance against her.
She refrained from using her Spirit Blade.
Its attacks targeted the soul; even striking the dagger would transmit excruciating pain to Gu Yan.
So...
Clang! Clang! Clang!!
Leng Qingqiu swung her ordinary sword with precision, her qi forming an impenetrable barrier. The dagger clashed against the blade in a flurry of metallic sparks.
The sky trembled as gales roared, the force of their collision sending shockwaves through the air.
Her spiritual senses remained locked onto the dagger. A single misstep, and it would pierce her flesh.
A mix of frustration and hurt welled within her.
Gu Yan... wasn’t holding back at all?
The thought stirred a flicker of resentment.
She had tried to talk things out, yet he met her with full force.
With a furious burst—boom!—she pushed off, her body streaking toward Gu Yan like an arrow.
The full might of a Post-Grand Master erupted from her!
Post-Grand Master already... My Qingqiu never disappoints.
Then... in this battle, I must secure your standing in the Martial Alliance.
Gu Yan’s lips curled as he gathered the Power of Night once more, conjuring several black energy blades that shot toward Leng Qingqiu.
Her eyes narrowed. Twisting midair, she dodged some and shattered the rest with a single slash.
Her technique was flawless—no hesitation, no retreat—yet she still held back, careful not to harm Gu Yan.
But Gu Yan, oblivious to her struggle, pressed her relentlessly, forcing her toward her limits.
Leng Qingqiu gritted her teeth, anger simmering.
Gu Yan... must you really go this far?
Boom! Boom! Boom!!
Their battle raged across the sky, qi and the Power of Night intertwining into massive vortices of energy.
Every move carried the weight of life and death.
Then—seizing an opening—Gu Yan willed the dagger to strike the same spot on her blade repeatedly.
Crack!!
Leng Qingqiu’s sword shattered into fragments.
The clash paused.
Gu Yan stared at the now unarmed Leng Qingqiu, his tone cool and taunting. "Leng Qingqiu, why hold back?"
"If you don’t use your Spirit Blade... you will die."
As he spoke—boom!—a colossal black hand materialized behind him, and a dark longsword was drawn from the void.
"........."
Leng Qingqiu’s heart clenched. She balled her fists. Gu Yan’s tone... wasn’t joking.
He meant it.
Why?
Does Gu Yan want to kill me? Why? There’s no one around—no need to act.
But...
She pushed aside the turmoil in her mind.
Focusing, she studied Gu Yan with cold clarity.
Something’s wrong. The Power of Night must have warped his mind.
I need to make him listen first!
With a deep breath, she unleashed her full power. Her pure white eyes gleamed like twin moons in the night.
A radiant Spirit Blade materialized in her grasp, its glow piercing the darkness. She leveled it at Gu Yan and declared, "As you wish, Night King. You’d better use everything you have."
"Or... you’ll die here today."
"Heh. Wouldn’t have it any other way."
Gu Yan gripped his phantom blade and charged.
Leng Qingqiu met him head-on—but unlike their earlier skirmish, both now unleashed their true might.
BOOM!!
Qi and the Power of Night collided violently, erupting in a blinding flash that seemed to tear the heavens apart.
Below, fighters paused to look up.
Dark clouds churned above, obscuring all but two streaks—one black, one white—clashing at impossible speeds.
Each impact sent shockwaves rippling downward, disrupting the breath and balance of those below.
"Gods...!"
"Is that Director Leng fighting the Night King?!"
"She’s holding her own against him?!"
"Then the Night King... will fall today!"
Mo Chongxiao's expression was equally shocked—Leng Qingqiu's talent... was actually this terrifying?!
To single-handedly challenge the Night King... this was unprecedented!
Meanwhile.
Two figures wearing demon masks retreated after slaying their enemies, stepping aside.
They anxiously looked up at the sky.
"Brother, will His Lordship be alright?" Little Bai asked urgently. Leng Qingqiu seemed to be the strongest among the humans—could His Lordship lose in a one-on-one fight?
"It's fine... His Lordship ordered us not to interfere no matter what happens," Shitou replied in a hushed voice, struggling to suppress his own urge to rush to Gu Yan's aid.
Besides, they were far too weak—even if they went, they wouldn’t be much help.
The battle in the sky grew increasingly fierce.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!
Every clash between Leng Qingqiu and Gu Yan was like thunder, shaking the heavens. Streaks of blinding light and dark shadows intertwined, as if the very sky was locked in a life-and-death struggle.
Leng Qingqiu’s swordsmanship was razor-sharp, each strike carrying relentless spiritual pressure.
Gu Yan, gripping the phantom blade "Illusion's End," flickered like a specter in the night.
Tsk, this spiritual backlash is really unpleasant...
Qingqiu has truly founded an extraordinary school...
Gu Yan mused silently. He calculated the timing—it was about right.
Time for the next step.
After deflecting a sword beam with the Power of Night, he retreated and sneered, "Leng Qingqiu, you’re digging your own grave!"
"The Night shall annihilate all sin. Those who stand in our way... deserve death!!"
A resonant hum filled the air as the Power of Night swirled around him, forming a dark barrier.
Gripping Illusion's End, he charged at Leng Qingqiu, a massive surge of destructive energy and the Power of Night gathering at the tip of his blade.
If it exploded, the blast would likely obliterate everyone below!
"!!"
Leng Qingqiu’s eyes flashed with determination. She unleashed her spiritual energy to its limits, manifesting a colossal radiant sword aimed directly at Gu Yan’s Illusion's End.
She even fine-tuned the energy output to perfectly counterbalance his attack.
However.
To her shock, the moment Gu Yan closed in, he abruptly dropped his stance—his true target was below!
"What?!"
Gu Yan was aiming for the fighters on the ground—including his own allies?!
Leng Qingqiu froze for an instant before instinctively reaching out to stop him.
In that split second—
SNAP!!
She caught Gu Yan’s arm!!!
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?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
