"Hey, are you going to give it to me or not?" Gu Qingfeng, his hand outstretched, was growing impatient.
The Old Man finally reacted, eyeing Gu Qingfeng's muscular arm and swallowing hard. However, he made no unusual movements, simply handing over the item to Gu Qingfeng.
Gu Qingfeng took it and examined it closely.
Damn, it's just a piece of tree bark?
Wait, what did the old guy say about talismans, and considering his tearing motion...
Gu Qingfeng quickly pieced it together. This old man must be a tree demon, and his bark could be used to make talismans. It seemed the Demon Suppression Bureau came to collect bark from him every so often.
The Demon Suppression Bureau sure had clever methods. No wonder they established the Demon Suppression Prison - it was basically a renewable resource bank!
But what about demons like corpse demons and eye demons? They didn't have any renewable resources, so why keep them?
Could it be that the higher-ups at the Demon Suppression Bureau, like himself, enjoyed watching them dance?
Gu Qingfeng didn't dwell on it too much. The implications were terrifying, and it might involve some big shots' privacy.
Since the bark could be used to make talismans, it must be worth something, so Gu Qingfeng accepted it.
However, after taking it, Gu Qingfeng found himself in a dilemma.
As the saying goes, "You can't bite the hand that feeds you." Now that he had accepted the gift, it wouldn't be appropriate to beat the old man, would it?
As Gu Qingfeng was pondering whether to switch to another cell, the Old Man spoke again.
"Young man, are you in a hurry to report back? If not, could you keep this old man company for a while? I've been locked up in the Demon Suppression Prison for ten years, and I've barely spoken to anyone. My life is coming to an end, and I just want to chat with someone to ease my troubled mind before I die."
"Sure, what do you want to talk about?" Gu Qingfeng agreed readily. To be honest, he was also curious about demons. Usually, when warriors encountered demons, they would just fight to the death. Due to their different races, there was almost zero communication.
The Old Man was overjoyed to see Gu Qingfeng agree so readily.
He secretly mused that naive youngsters were indeed easy to fool!
"Let me tell you my story," the Old Man said, suddenly looking wistful.
"Great, I love stories!" Gu Qingfeng exclaimed happily.
"A hundred years ago, in Ji County, there was a small mountain village called Zhang Family Village. The people there were simple and isolated from the world. There was a little boy named Zhang Heng who accidentally planted a small locust tree..."
The Old Man watched Gu Qingfeng listening intently, inwardly laughing hysterically. Today was the day for his escape! Such a naive youngster was rare to come by in a hundred years!
Once I slowly coax him to open the door...
Click!
The cell door opened.
The Old Man, still in the middle of his story, froze, his eyes bulging as he watched Gu Qingfeng walk in.
What's going on?! Why isn't he following the script?
I haven't finished my story yet, I haven't even revealed the information about the secret treasure...
"Y-y-you... Why did you come in?!" the Old Man exclaimed in shock. "I'm a demon, aren't you afraid I'll eat you?"
Gu Qingfeng plopped down next to the Old Man, patting him on the shoulder. "I can tell you're a good demon. Besides, listening to stories through a door doesn't feel right."
This response completely threw the Old Man off.
What should he do next? Continue with the plan and finish the story, or attack immediately?
The Old Man looked at Gu Qingfeng, who was now so close, as these two options flashed through his mind.
"Keep going with the story, I want to hear more. What happened to the little locust tree?" Gu Qingfeng asked earnestly.
"The little locust tree grew up and became a demon, then it ate everyone in Zhang Family Village."
As he said this, the kind and gentle expression on the Old Man's face disappeared, replaced by a fierce, bloodthirsty grimace!
Gu Qingfeng was taken aback. "Is that the end of the story?"
The Old Man looked at Gu Qingfeng menacingly, his voice twisted and chilling: "Yes, it's over."
At the same time, countless thick branches suddenly sprouted from his body, instantly filling the entire cell. His face transformed into dry, bark-like skin.
Gu Qingfeng exploded in anger: "What the hell kind of story was that?!"
Smack!
He slapped the Old Man's bark-like face hard.
The Old Man was stunned.
"Don't you have any professional pride? Couldn't you at least finish the story before attacking? Do you know how you're no different from those cliffhanger-loving bastards?"
"Human, you dare to hit me when death is at your doorstep? I'll turn you into my nutrients!" the Old Man snarled furiously.
The next moment, countless vines and branches, like pythons, viciously attacked Gu Qingfeng, wrapping around his entire body in an instant, leaving only his head exposed.
Then, the vines and branches tightened their grip, a tremendous force crushing Gu Qingfeng's entire body.
This strangling force was different from the corpse demon's punches; it was a compressive force acting on his entire body.
Ding!
You have been attacked by the hundred-year-old locust tree demon.
Strength +5!
Suddenly, a powerful force surged through his body. Gu Qingfeng felt his physical strength explode, his body brimming with inexhaustible energy.
This feeling of becoming stronger excited him greatly.
"Please, use more force. I can take it," he said.
"You dare to talk tough in the face of death? Let's see what's harder - your bones or your mouth!" the Old Man raged.
The vines and branches continued to tighten.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!!!
You have been attacked by the hundred-year-old locust tree demon.
Strength +5 +5 +5 +5 +...
Ding!
Congratulations, host! Your strength has broken through the limit, obtaining [Strength of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers]!
Strength of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers?!
The strength of one bull is a thousand jin, so nine bulls would be nine thousand jin. The strength of one tiger is eight thousand jin, so two tigers would be sixteen thousand jin. Together, the Strength of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers is twenty-five thousand jin!
Twenty-five thousand jin of immense strength!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
