On Gu Yan's side, he let out a light chuckle. His goal was about to be achieved—now, all he needed to do was descend and create the illusion of annihilating everyone below. Then, he would deliberately wait for Leng Qingqiu to arrive... Huh? Wait... What...?
Why is my body suddenly going weak?
And... why is the energy sphere at the tip of my sword shrinking?!
Gu Yan gradually snapped back to reality, staring in disbelief.
Had he... lost his powers?! What the—?!
He quickly turned his head and saw Leng Qingqiu gripping his arm.
No way!! Physical contact drains my cultivation?! What kind of overpowered setting is this?! And now, of all times—are we in some kind of comedy novel?!
"Let... let go of me."
Gu Yan struggled to keep his voice cold and composed.
"No!"
Leng Qingqiu held onto him tightly, unaware that he had lost his strength and was relying entirely on her grip to stay upright.
"...Leng Qingqiu, let go of me now!"
"Not a chance! I won’t let you kill all those people down there! You’re out of your mind!"
"You—!"
Gu Yan was furious. If this dragged on any longer, dawn would break, and he’d lose his tenfold power boost.
If that happened, escape would be impossible. Leng Qingqiu wouldn’t kill him now, but if his identity were exposed, all his efforts would be for nothing!
Then—
Boom!
A surge of icy energy and spatial distortion erupted.
Its target? Leng Qingqiu.
"!!"
Still gripping Gu Yan’s arm, Leng Qingqiu moved to block it.
But the spatial distortion suddenly shifted beside Gu Yan, and a hand reached out, yanking him away.
The space began to collapse—if she didn’t let go, half of Gu Yan’s body would be severed.
Reluctantly, Leng Qingqiu released him, watching as he was pulled into the spatial rift.
She turned to face the attacker.
There,
stood a figure clad in white robes, wearing a pure white mask.
Their aura... bore an uncanny resemblance to her own.
Then—hum!
A black hole appeared beside the figure.
Gu Yan stepped out, flanked by a timid, masked woman.
"Um... s-sorry."
You Xingxue avoided Leng Qingqiu’s gaze—she knew Leng Qingqiu was Gu Yan’s wife.
"?"
Leng Qingqiu immediately recognized her. She was one of the talents she had recruited back when she was the Night King.
But why was she with Gu Yan now?
Leng Qingqiu glanced at Gu Yan, now in his Night King form, then at the two women beside him.
Then she recalled Gu Yan’s earlier murderous intent toward her.
In an instant—
Boom!!!
Twenty-six psychic blades materialized behind Leng Qingqiu.
Her frosty gaze swept over the two women flanking Gu Yan. "And who are you?" she demanded, her voice icy.
With his original plan disrupted, Gu Yan had no choice but to switch to Plan B.
"Move!" he barked.
In a flash,
Leng Bingning grabbed You Xingxue and vanished into the spatial rift.
Watching this, Leng Qingqiu trembled with rage. Oh, really?!
You treat me like this, but put on a different face for two strangers?!
Fine then!
You’ve left me no choice!
"You think you can just run?" Leng Qingqiu raised her hand coldly. Thud! Thud!
Two muffled groans echoed from the void.
Since they were Gu Yan’s people, Leng Qingqiu held back—just enough to leave them severely injured.
Gu Yan’s lips twitched. No more delays—it was time to end this.
With that thought,
he bolted downward.
Leng Qingqiu’s eyes narrowed. Swish!
"Don’t even think about it!"
Several psychic blades shot after him.
Gu Yan focused his will—boom!
The dark clouds parted,
revealing the two figures to the world below.
The commotion drew everyone’s attention.
"My lord!"
"Director Leng!"
Heads snapped upward.
The two factions reacted differently.
Leng Qingqiu stood coldly, dozens of psychic blades hovering behind her, while a few more pursued the fleeing figure.
In contrast, the Night King looked disheveled, clutching his abdomen. A closer look revealed blood seeping through his fingers—clearly wounded by Leng Qingqiu!
Leng Qingqiu frowned. When had Gu Yan gotten hurt?
Gu Yan, meanwhile, pressed a hand to his self-inflicted wound while conjuring a black dagger in the other.
His voice dripped with feigned bitterness. "Hahaha! Well done, Leng Qingqiu! You’ve broken through to the Post-Celestial Realm! But even if I can’t kill you today..."
"I can still take one of you with me!!!!"
With that,
he tightened his grip on the dagger, his body enveloped in the Power of Night, flickering through the darkness like a shadow.
Wherever he passed, countless fine black needles—condensed from the Power of Night—rained down on the martial artists.
"Argh!! Director Leng, save us!"
"My lord, help!"
Pale-faced, the crowd panicked.
Leng Qingqiu summoned more psychic blades to block the attack, cursing inwardly. This bastard—is he really trying to kill them all?
Then—hum!
In the next flicker,
the Night King reappeared—right behind Long Tianyuan, the current leader of the Martial Alliance!
Everyone’s faces drained of color.
"Director!"
"Director, look out!"
Long Tianyuan, fresh from battling shadow creatures, suddenly sensed danger. Instinctively, he raised an arm to block.
But—
"Ghk?!"
Squelch!!!
The dagger pierced clean through his palm—then continued straight through his skull.
In the blink of an eye, Long Tianyuan dissolved into a pool of blood, vanishing from existence.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
It had happened too fast.
"Director!!"
"Director Long!!"
Before anyone could mourn Long Tianyuan’s death,
the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon.
Hum! Hum! Hum!
Having received the retreat signal long ago, the Night Organization’s members swiftly activated spatial rifts and vanished.
As for Gu Yan, he played his part to the end—clutching his "wound" as he disappeared into a black hole.
His parting words dripped with mockery: "Leng Qingqiu! You’re strong, I’ll give you that! This round goes to you—but next time, I’ll bring the Martial Alliance a little... surprise! Stay tuned!!!!"
Swish!
The Night Organization was gone.
The Martial Alliance had no time to chase. They rushed to the pool of blood that was once Long Tianyuan, praying it was just an illusion.
But reality was cruel. Long Tianyuan—their leader—was truly dead.
Reduced to a puddle of blood.
Leng Qingqiu landed softly, scanning the casualty reports. To her surprise...
Aside from Long Tianyuan, no one else had died. Just injuries—some minor, some severe.
She clenched her fists... Gu Yan's threatening words flashed through her mind.
Gu Yan, just what are you trying to do?
And...
What exactly is your relationship with those two vixens?!
Leng Qingqiu's expression turned icy, brimming with killing intent.
Those who witnessed it couldn't help but sigh softly.
Minister Leng must still be grieving over Long Tianyuan's death!
Yet, she managed to severely wound the Night King.
From the looks of it, from now on... they would all have to rely on Leng Qingqiu!!
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.”
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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?!
