As Gu Qingfeng walked out of the Corpse Demon's cell, he was already eager to visit the next prison cell. With the system in place, this place was truly a treasure trove for becoming stronger.
The Demon Suppression Prison was divided into three levels. The first level held low-level demons and evil spirits, the second level contained mid-level ones, and the third level housed high-level entities.
Gu Qingfeng was a trainee Demon Eliminator, so he could only patrol the first level. His rank wasn't high enough to access the second and third levels.
To enter the second level, one needed at least the status of a Yellow-rank Demon Eliminator. The third level was only accessible to those of Xuan-rank or above.
In the Demon Suppression Bureau of the Great Yan Dynasty, officials were called Demon Eliminators.
Demon Eliminators were divided into four ranks: Tian (Heaven), Di (Earth), Xuan (Mystery), and Huang (Yellow), with Tian-rank being the highest and most powerful, and Huang-rank being the lowest.
Gu Qingfeng, as a trainee Demon Eliminator, was at the very bottom of the Demon Suppression Bureau hierarchy. He was considered an external staff member, akin to a temporary worker. Only after becoming a full-fledged employee would he be considered a Huang-rank Demon Eliminator and gain an official position.
Although he couldn't access the second and third levels yet, there were plenty of demons on the first level of the Demon Suppression Prison for Gu Qingfeng to explore.
So, Gu Qingfeng lifted his foot to walk towards the next cell.
Just then, footsteps suddenly echoed from afar, followed by a voice: "Gu Qingfeng, it's time for the shift change."
Grass! (A type of plant)
Hearing this voice, Gu Qingfeng cursed under his breath. Usually, he would have been overjoyed to hear those words, "time for the shift change."
But now?
What shift change?
The Demon Suppression Prison is my home now. I want to live here every day! I won't leave!
"Alright, coming!" Gu Qingfeng reluctantly responded, then turned to leave.
He wished he could stay here, but the Demon Suppression Bureau's regulations wouldn't allow it.
If he insisted on staying, he would surely be suspected of having his mind bewitched by demons.
Gu Qingfeng clearly remembered that his system grew stronger when attacked by demons, not just when attacked in general.
The difference of two words made a world of difference in meaning.
It seemed his future code of conduct would have to be: in front of people, I'll be meek and kind. But when facing demons, I'll strike with full force and unlimited arrogance!
Soon, Gu Qingfeng switched shifts with his colleague and left the Demon Suppression Prison.
Only then did he realize that the sky was already dawning. He had unknowingly spent the entire night in the prison. Indeed, time flies when you're having fun.
Usually at this time, Gu Qingfeng would have been fast asleep at home. But after a night of constantly increasing his defense, Gu Qingfeng's physique had improved significantly, and he didn't feel tired at all despite not sleeping.
So Gu Qingfeng headed straight for the Demon Suppression Bureau's library. He wanted to verify an idea.
Gu Qingfeng jogged all the way and quickly arrived at the library. It was early morning, and the library was almost empty.
Gu Qingfeng took out his identity token, verified his identity, and went directly to the first floor of the library.
With his current status as a trainee Demon Eliminator, he could only access the first floor.
The first floor contained low-level techniques, some demon records, and unofficial historical accounts.
Upon entering, he was greeted by rows upon rows of dazzling bookshelves, overwhelming to the eye.
Fortunately, Gu Qingfeng had been to the library a few times before, so he was somewhat familiar with the layout.
He went to the external skills section and began searching according to the catalog.
After about fifteen minutes, Gu Qingfeng held a book in his hand with the words "Iron Cloth Shirt" boldly written on the cover.
The Iron Cloth Shirt, a body-tempering technique, was widely circulated. Almost all major factions in the martial world had copies of it, whether they were orthodox sects or small, obscure schools.
The reason for its widespread circulation was that the Iron Cloth Shirt was a very simple body-tempering technique. It had no requirements for innate talent; anyone could practice it, and it was easy to get started.
However, people with better options would not choose to practice the Iron Cloth Shirt.
Because it was a crude technique. Although easy to start, there were no shortcuts to mastering it. It relied entirely on grinding effort. Without more than a decade of hard work, one couldn't achieve mastery.
The cost-effectiveness ratio was extremely low, so most people were unwilling to refine it thoroughly, at most borrowing its methods to toughen their bodies.
So why did Gu Qingfeng take out this Iron Cloth Shirt manual?
Naturally, it was to verify his hypothesis.
The Iron Cloth Shirt was an external technique specifically for training tendons, bones, and skin. When mastered, it made one impervious to blades and spears, truly achieving the state where "a spear strike leaves only a white dot, and a sword slash leaves only a white line."
Coincidentally, the Bronze Skin Iron Bones talent mainly enhanced tendons, bones, and skin, making the two incredibly compatible.
That's why Gu Qingfeng connected the two.
He wondered if, with his Bronze Skin Iron Bones talent, he might be a genius at practicing the Iron Cloth Shirt, or perhaps a genius at practicing external techniques in general!
Besides, borrowing a low-level external technique manual like the Iron Cloth Shirt didn't cost anything.
So Gu Qingfeng borrowed the Iron Cloth Shirt manual.
After leaving the library, Gu Qingfeng headed straight for the training room.
The training room was where the Demon Eliminators of the Demon Suppression Bureau usually practiced. It was very quiet, and there were formations carved outside the room to prevent disturbances.
After choosing a training room, Gu Qingfeng eagerly began to read the Iron Cloth Shirt manual.
About fifteen minutes later, Gu Qingfeng closed the manual, having memorized all the various training methods and principles of the Iron Cloth Shirt.
He was able to do this so quickly firstly because the Iron Cloth Shirt was a simple cultivation method, and secondly because, due to his transmigration, Gu Qingfeng's soul was slightly stronger than average, making him quick-witted and perceptive.
After careful contemplation for a moment, Gu Qingfeng began practicing the Iron Cloth Shirt according to the methods in the book.
According to the book, it would take an ordinary person three days to enter the initial stage of the Iron Cloth Shirt, while a gifted individual could do it in one day.
"I wonder how much of a boost my Bronze Skin Iron Bones will provide."
The training began!
Fifteen minutes later...
"I've entered the initial stage already!? This is too fast, isn't it?" Gu Qingfeng's face was filled with shock. He had guessed that Bronze Skin Iron Bones would boost his Iron Cloth Shirt training, but he didn't expect it to be this dramatic. Mastered in just fifteen minutes?
Did I practice a fake Iron Cloth Shirt?
Gu Qingfeng tensed his entire body, and the muscles all over him immediately became firm and bulging. At the same time, his skin seemed to be covered with an iron-gray color.
Seeing this iron-gray color, Gu Qingfeng's expression became even more peculiar.
"Body like iron color, this is indeed the manifestation of entering the initial stage of the Iron Cloth Shirt. I really did master it! Continue, continue. Bronze Skin Iron Bones, let me see where your limit is."
Gu Qingfeng immersed himself in practice once again.
Two hours later.
"Small success!?" Gu Qingfeng joyfully looked at his skin, which was now emitting a black iron-like glow.
"At such a terrifying speed, I might fully master the Iron Cloth Shirt within today! Others need more than a decade of grinding effort, but I only need a day?
I truly am a genius at practicing external techniques!
It seems my guess wasn't wrong. The Bronze Skin Iron Bones talent is indeed incredibly compatible with the Iron Cloth Shirt, and probably with all body-tempering techniques."
As he progressed deeper into the Iron Cloth Shirt, Gu Qingfeng's understanding of external technique cultivation also deepened. He roughly understood why he could progress so quickly in the Iron Cloth Shirt.
For normal people, practicing the Iron Cloth Shirt was like forging a precious sword. They needed to repeatedly heat and hammer a rough iron blank, removing impurities to refine it into fine iron, then shape it and sharpen it.
But for Gu Qingfeng, who possessed the Bronze Skin Iron Bones talent, it was like having a sword that was already formed but not yet sharpened. There was no need for heating and hammering to forge from scratch; he only needed to sharpen it to reveal its brilliance!
Gu Qingfeng glanced at the hourglass.
"There are still four hours until the shift change. Four hours should be enough to fully master the Iron Cloth Shirt."
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.
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?!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
