Within the Forbidden Zone of Monsters.
Before a black celestial pool formed by the gathering of the Power of Night.
Gu Yan stood there, his hands moving slightly as streams of dark energy flowed into it.
Inside the celestial pool, clusters of black cocoons trembled faintly, as if nurturing some terrifying life.
Shortly after, Old Gao appeared behind Gu Yan and reported, "Young Master, the industries of the three great families have all been taken over by the Gu Family."
"And the ancestors of the three families have discovered this situation. After meeting, the three of them... have vanished without a trace."
Hearing this, Gu Yan replied indifferently, "Good."
"Next, we can proceed with the next phase of the plan."
"Prepare to take over the experiments on anti-demon weaponry... to build a grander stage for the upcoming spectacle."
Old Gao nodded. "Understood, Young Master."
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In a mysterious hidden chamber.
The ancestors of the three great families—Long Aotian of the Long Family, Situ Guan of the Situ Family, and Yuwen Tuo of the Yuwen Family—sat around a round table with grim expressions.
Long Aotian's face darkened. "Neither of you has any idea either?"
Situ Guan nodded and snorted coldly. "I never paid much attention to the affairs of the mortal world. If not for my servants failing to report these past few days, I would still be kept in the dark by that bastard Situ Yun."
At these words, Yuwen Tuo nodded in agreement, his eyes narrowing with murderous intent. "To think my own descendants would collude to deceive me."
"The loss of our family’s industries is insignificant—it doesn’t touch our foundations."
"But... this betrayal makes me feel utterly humiliated, as if I’ve been played for a fool."
"The Gu Family... what a bold move by Gu Yan. This must have been Leng Qingqiu’s idea."
"I just don’t understand why my descendants would sell us out to them."
At this point, Long Aotian interjected with a cold snort. "Isn’t it obvious? In the past, we still held some authority. But now that Leng Qingqiu has risen to power, she’s given our juniors a glimmer of hope."
His eyes gleamed with malice as he continued, "That’s why they’ve chosen to join Leng Qingqiu’s faction—to help her eliminate us three old monsters!"
Situ Guan frowned. "Ridiculous! What makes them think siding with Leng Qingqiu will allow them to kill us?"
"Rumors say Leng Qingqiu has broken through to a realm beyond the Grand Master level—something called the Post-Celestial Realm."
"Could that be the source of their confidence?"
Long Aotian shook his head. "The Post-Celestial Realm? More like a fabricated myth Leng Qingqiu invented to consolidate her power."
"Only fools would believe such nonsense."
"In my opinion..." His voice turned icy. "Since we’re already locked in open and covert conflict, why not... crush any hope our descendants have of escaping our control tonight?"
Situ Guan and Yuwen Tuo exchanged glances. "You mean... we kill Leng Qingqiu tonight?"
Long Aotian clenched his fist, his voice dripping with venom. "Exactly. Kill Leng Qingqiu, and all our troubles vanish."
"The alliance will be ours, the families will remain ours!"
"And when the Divine One descends upon this world... the world itself will belong to us!"
No scheme could compare to absolute power.
Kill Leng Qingqiu, reclaim the mortal industries, and use their influence to control the narrative.
That way, no one would ever know Leng Qingqiu’s death was an assassination!
The two men exchanged another glance.
All three of them had recently broken through to the Grand Master realm with the Divine One’s power.
With three Grand Masters striking together, how could Leng Qingqiu possibly stand a chance?
However.
Just as they grew more convinced of their plan’s feasibility—
[Fools.]
An arrogant voice, as if not of this world, echoed through the chamber.
The three men paled.
Abandoning their scheming, they immediately dropped to their knees, pressing their foreheads to the ground in trembling reverence.
"W-We greet the Divine One..."
The next moment—
BOOM!
A deathly aura flooded the chamber, coalescing into a swirling black mist.
In an instant, it formed a skeletal human skull devoid of flesh, hovering above them.
"The realm beyond Grand Master is indeed the Post-Celestial Realm."
"Leng Qingqiu is no opponent you fools can handle."
"Mortals’ industries are trivial. Once my descent is complete, I shall reclaim them and bestow them upon you."
"Your task now, you three imbeciles, is to find me a suitable vessel."
"As for Leng Qingqiu... Hmph. I shall deal with her personally after my descent."
The Divine One’s voice was laced with disdain, filling the three ancestors with dread.
It was hard to imagine—these patriarchs, who commanded fear and respect in the outside world, could only grovel before this entity.
"Yes, my lord!"
"We shall find you a vessel without delay!"
WHOOSH!
The aura dissipated.
The Divine One withdrew.
The three remained kneeling for a while longer before rising, their faces ashen.
They exchanged glances, each seeing the same shock in the others’ eyes.
So, there truly was a realm beyond Grand Master?!
"How did Leng Qingqiu reach the Post-Celestial Realm?"
"Just how monstrous is her talent?!"
With the Divine One’s confirmation, a wave of fear washed over them.
Leng Qingqiu was far stronger than they’d imagined—and they’d been planning to oppose her?
But it didn’t matter now.
The Divine One had made it clear: Leng Qingqiu would be dealt with after the descent.
"Long Aotian, you’ve been overseeing the anti-demon weapon project."
"When will it yield results?"
"If necessary, we can use Lin Yinyin’s body as the vessel!"
Situ Guan turned to Long Aotian.
The latter’s expression shifted subtly.
He had his own plans. Years ago, the Divine One had favored him for his unparalleled talent.
Now that Leng Qingqiu was marked for death, the only one left with greater potential was Leng Ling’er!
Truly sisters—each more terrifyingly gifted than the last.
If the Divine One took notice of Leng Ling’er’s talent and spared her after the descent...
His own status would plummet. Worse, given Leng Qingqiu’s fate, Leng Ling’er might even seek revenge.
Thus, he had to act before the Divine One’s descent—to turn Leng Ling’er into an anti-demon weapon.
If successful, he could beg the Divine One to let him possess her body.
If not, at least the Divine One’s descent into Leng Ling’er would eliminate a future threat.
Though... surely the Divine One wouldn’t settle for a mere Leng Ling’er as a vessel?
With this in mind, Long Aotian replied gravely, "We still have enough materials."
"There’s no need to resort to Lin Yinyin’s aged body unless absolutely necessary. I will expedite the creation of a more suitable vessel for our lord."
Situ Guan nodded at last. "In that case, I shall take my leave."
His expression darkened. "If I can't touch Leng Qingqiu, do I not still have power over my own clan?!"
Yuwen Tuo also snorted coldly. "Indeed. It's time these descendants learn who truly holds authority in this family!"
With that, the three figures vanished from the spot, and the mysterious chamber returned to its original silence.
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.
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?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
