"Looking to die!"
Seeing this, several black-clothed men beside Ao Qingcheng could no longer endure it. They had never imagined that Ao Qing would be so shameless. In an instant, the aura of several people leaked out as they were about to attack Ao Qing.
"Stop!"
Ao Qingcheng coldly shouted.
Hearing this, several black-clothed men gnashed their teeth unwillingly, but they retreated under Ao Qingcheng's prestige.
After the black-clothed men retreated, Ao Qingcheng took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. He looked at Ao Qing again.
"I know you still have a deep wariness about what happened back then. You're afraid that I would harm you. I can understand."
"Let's do this. In addition to what I promised you earlier, I can exceptionally allow you to join my Red Sun Clan!"
Ao Qingcheng continued to tempt him with benefits: "Although you are from the Patriarch's clan yourself, as someone from the tribe, you understand that my Red Sun Clan is the strongest in the tribe. Almost all the powerful people in the tribe are from my Red Sun Clan. As long as you join my Red Sun Clan, it would be equivalent to you Ao Qing having a huge backing. You who were looked down upon will become superior in the future of the tribe!"
"This is my final concession. You shouldn't refuse again!"
Throwing out this bombshell, Ao Qingcheng's confident smile surged again.
Not only does the Red Sun Clan have an outstanding status in the Devouring Sky Demon Wolf Tribe, it is also very famous throughout the entire demon clan. Those who can join this clan are almost all first-class powerhouses and geniuses of the clan.
With this backing, Ao Qing could almost walk sideways throughout the entire Devouring Sky Demon Wolf Clan!
She didn't believe Ao Qing could still resist such a temptation.
But to her surprise, Ao Qing's actions once again exceeded her expectations. He even rolled his eyes at her.
"Ao Qingcheng, stop wasting your efforts. I won't agree to you."
"As for backing?"
Ao Qing's cold voice rang out. When it came to backing, he shook his head disdainfully.
After speaking, he was about to leave.
"Stop!"
But after he had just taken two steps, Ao Qingcheng's Demon Emperor cultivation finally erupted. Under Ao Qing's constant contemptuous gaze, no matter how well-cultivated one was, she could no longer endure it.
"If you don't drink the wine, you'll be punished!"
Ao Qingcheng gritted her teeth and shouted. Accompanying this anxious and exasperated voice, tremendous pressure rumbled towards Ao Qing.
"You, an exile, what right do you have to look down on the benefits I promised you? What right do you have to despise a quasi-sacred artifact? What right do you have to be indifferent to joining my Red Sun Clan?"
"You, a prodigal son, should be crawling on the ground to show gratitude when hearing my promise. Yet what right do you have to put on such an act?"
Ao Qing's footsteps paused slightly.
"Putting on an act?"
"Heh!"
He let out a cold laugh, turned around and looked at Ao Qingcheng, "Ao Qingcheng, you're thinking too much. I really look down on your promise!"
"As for why I look down on it, I might as well tell you."
"It's because..."
"I have already acknowledged a powerful human as my master!"
When it came to this, the thick arrogance in Ao Qing's eyes was completely undisguised. The admiration for that human in his words also came from the bottom of his heart.
"Following him, not to mention ten years, even half a year would be enough for me to enter the Demon Emperor realm you spoke of. So isn't your promise laughable to me?"
"As for him, not to mention your quasi-sacred junk, even if it were a real sacred or emperor artifact, I could hug it to sleep every day. So why would I want your scrap?"
"As for the backing you mentioned last..."
At this point, Ao Qing laughed coldly again.
"Let alone my master being my backing, even if Brother Skull under my master was covering me, and I stepped on the Nansha Demon Venerable Song Ke under my feet, no one would dare to fart!"
Ao Qing's bold and powerful voice echoed around.
"So not only are your messy promises unworthy of my sight, you Ao Qingcheng are equally undeserving!"
"Even the Devouring Sky Demon Wolf Clan is nothing more than this!"
"Because following my master, I will achieve greater accomplishments!"
"I, Ao Qing, will step onto a bigger stage, which will be unattainable and left behind chasing for you Ao Qingcheng!"

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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?!

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?"