Under the night sky.
Su Ze drew out [Ghost Slayer Heavenly Child], and a dark red, dazzling blade light lit up in the darkness. The light cut through the ground from below, slicing through gravel, trees, and finally a massive rock over ten meters away!
A deep, thunderous explosion followed. The area around the ten-meter-long path that had been finely sliced by the blade was now engulfed in a massive energy explosion! A trench, one to two meters wide, was carved out by the blast.
"Holy crap!"
Su Ze was dumbfounded as he looked at the dark red blade in his hand.
He steadied himself and swung the blade once more. Wherever the blade light reached, nothing was left intact—another long scar was left in its wake.
But this time, there was no energy explosion, as Su Ze hadn’t channeled much energy into the strike.
He realized that the more energy he poured into the blade, the heavier it felt to wield. The blade light and aura became more domineering, and the destructive power increased exponentially. Yet, the weight of the blade was negligible to him.
Xiao Hanhan, standing nearby, was utterly shocked, staring blankly at the shattered rock over ten meters away.
Su Ze took [Autumn Slash Cherry] from her hands and was astonished to find how light the blade was—almost as if it were made of wood!
Drawing [Autumn Slash Cherry], the silver blade gleamed coldly under the moonlight. This was no piece of wood but a genuine katana, and a top-tier one at that!
Su Ze hefted the blade, feeling its weightlessness without the scabbard.
He swung it once, and a pale pink blade light shot out with razor-sharp precision, cutting through the air and landing on a rock over ten meters away.
"..."
Nothing happened.
Su Ze picked up a stone and threw it at the rock. With a loud crash, half of the rock was cleanly sliced off, the cut surface smooth as glass.
Su Ze was filled with awe. This gift was far too extravagant!
What he had thought would be a perilous meeting turned out to be a generous gesture from his mother-in-law.
He sheathed the blade and returned [Autumn Slash Cherry] to Xiao Hanhan. She truly needed a reliable weapon, and [Autumn Slash Cherry] was perfect for her.
The sports car streaked through the night, leaving the wilderness behind.
...
Dust City.
"You actually came back alive!" Shen Qingsheng, in the middle of a game, invited Su Ze, who had just logged in, sounding somewhat frustrated.
Shen Qingsheng clicked to start a match in CS:GO.
"Why do I sense a hint of disappointment in your tone?" Su Ze asked, puzzled.
"I've been starving all day, waiting to feast at your funeral, and now you're back. How could I not be disappointed?"
"...This guy is dangerous. Best not to keep him around."
The game began—Desert Mirage, Terrorist side, first round, pistol only.
"By the way, did my mom come back with you?" Shen Qingsheng asked.
Su Ze glanced at Xiao Hanhan, who was stubbornly pursing her lips while playing Mario on another computer. "She’s back."
"That’s good." Shen Qingsheng, wielding a butterfly knife, hopped around only to be instantly headshot, his screen turning black.
Su Ze took down two cops at Long A with three shots, stealthily knifed one in VIP, picked up a taser, planted the bomb at B, and hid, waiting to electrocute the defuser.
The voice chat erupted instantly.
"Holy crap! Holy crap! That was insane!"
"666666!"
The praise from his teammates was as straightforward as it gets.
Suddenly, a ripple of law energy spread, and darkness enveloped him.
Su Ze reacted instantly, throwing a punch!
Boom!
The space in front of him shattered but quickly repaired itself.
"Relax," a young voice said.
Su Ze felt as though he was floating in outer space, disconnected from reality. He threw another punch, causing the space to tremble and crack, the barely formed domain on the verge of collapse.
"Damn it, why is everyone here a lunatic?"
A surge of law pressure descended, but Su Ze countered it, his own pressure shattering the opponent's.
"Can you hear me out before deciding whether to fight me?" the voice spoke again as a young man stepped out of the darkness.
"Who are you?" Su Ze gradually calmed down. The sudden appearance of the domain had triggered his instincts to escape.
"I’m an envoy sent by the gods," the young man sighed in relief. Why were people on Earth so aggressive? All he wanted was to talk.
"An envoy of the gods?" Su Ze frowned. "Do gods even exist?"
Su Ze’s understanding of gods was limited to hearsay. He had heard colleagues mention them but had never seen one himself, so he remained skeptical.
The existence of gods was classified as top-secret by the government. Those who had seen them were forbidden from speaking about it, and those who knew were sworn to secrecy.
If the public were to learn that gods existed, how would they react? Fear? Excitement? Chaos?
Despite the secrecy, too many people had encountered gods—not just from wandering troupes and squads but also from foreign organizations. They too had gates to other worlds to guard and had caught glimpses of gods in those realms.
Many widely spread rumors weren’t entirely baseless.
"Would you be interested in participating in a competition created by the gods?" the young man asked bluntly, no longer boasting as he had with Mo Ziang.
"..."
After listening to the young man’s explanation, Su Ze shook his head. "I can’t make a hasty decision. The laws I wield aren’t mine—they belong to the state. I need to consult my superiors."
The laws Su Ze wielded had been granted to him by the organization because they saw potential in him. He couldn’t gamble with them without the organization’s consent.
"I’ll give you time, but you have two days to give me an answer. I can’t stay for long," the young man said before vanishing, the domain disappearing with him.
A voice came through the headset.
"Big bro! Move! Please move! Ahhh!" a girl shouted, sounding desperate.
"You’re carrying us! Without you, we can’t win!" another girl chimed in. "This is a 2000-rank game! Don’t go AFK!"
"He probably fell into the toilet. I’ll go check if I can fish him out. Wait a sec," Shen Qingsheng said.
Then, Su Ze’s phone rang.
He answered with a laugh, "Daddy’s here."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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.”
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?"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
