"Roar!!!"
The red dragon was clearly not working for the Supernatural United Bureau for the first time.
When the mountainous dragon's body appeared, corresponding measures were immediately taken near the Supernatural United Bureau headquarters. A wide and spacious landing area was prepared for the red dragon to rest.
"The dragon destroyed the landing pad!"
Rex Santos excitedly shouted something he had heard from who knows where.
With a burst of speed,
a steep dive,
and a tail flick upon landing,
the red dragon landed on the ground in a flamboyant manner.
The immense kinetic energy from the impact tore deep gouges into the ground, showcasing the raw power of a Sanctuary dragon and its overwhelming presence.
However, near the landing site,
the staff were accustomed to this scene.
They weren't too surprised.
They quickly divided tasks and began repairing the damage caused by the red dragon.
But soon, someone noticed something unusual. It was a clerical worker responsible for task handovers with the red dragon. He asked the dragon if the recent strength assessment had gone smoothly.
The red dragon nodded solemnly, "That lord's strength is formidable. I narrowly lost to him."
The clerical worker was shocked, "What? Not only is he a true Sanctuary Magus, but he also achieved victory!?"
Holy crap.
This kind of thing actually happened!
The clerical worker was both shocked and thrilled, his voice trembling uncontrollably. Working at the headquarters, he knew all too well how significant the emergence of a Sanctuary-level combatant was for humanity.
"This, this, this!"
"This is unbelievable!"
"No, no, I must report this immediately and get in touch with that Sanctuary powerhouse again!"
The clerical worker was too excited.
He was about to turn and leave when a light, airy voice came from above.
"No need to contact me. I'm already here."
…………
A new Sanctuary Magus had been born.
Not a member of an alien race, nor someone from another world, but a true compatriot of Huaxia, a super genius who had ascended to the pinnacle through magical inheritance.
As soon as this news spread, it caused a huge uproar throughout the Supernatural United Bureau headquarters.
Especially after it became known that Xu Xi had personally arrived,
the commotion grew even more intense.
After the staff reported the situation, it took less than five minutes for the area to be completely cordoned off, keeping the curious supernatural onlookers at bay.
"Sanctuary? Holy crap, isn't that almost godlike!?"
"Damn it, I'm so jealous!"
"Big shot, big shot, look at me! I'm your long-lost brother from another mother!"
The noise, the clamor,
and the sounds of envy and jealousy filled the air.
It wasn't until Xu Xi followed the staff into the inner sanctum of the Supernatural United Bureau headquarters that the noise gradually subsided.
"Mr. Xu, may I address you as such?"
"Sure."
Inside the headquarters building,
the lighting was bright, with lamps arranged evenly. The silver-white metal corridors were inscribed with Buddhist scriptures and Taoist talismans, sealing off any possibility of intrusion by malevolent spirits or demons.
When Xu Xi entered, someone was already waiting for him.
It was a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Compared to others, this was already an impressive level of cultivation, worthy of respect wherever he went. But compared to Xu Xi, he seemed rather ordinary.
The Nascent Soul cultivator was well aware of this and maintained a humble demeanor, speaking respectfully.
"Mr. Xu, please follow me."
"Your permissions within the Bureau, as well as your benefits and points in the Supernatural Home, have all been upgraded. You can check the specifics on the Supernatural Home platform."
The process was quick, almost alarmingly so.
In the time it took Xu Xi to drink a cup of water, his identity as a Sanctuary Magus was confirmed, and both his permissions and benefits were upgraded accordingly.
"Don't you need to test my strength again?"
"Haha, you must be joking. If you've earned the recognition of that red dragon, your strength is beyond question."
"True," Xu Xi nodded.
The pride of dragons was well-known.
Whether it was the dragons of the East or the dragons of the West, both held immense pride in their bloodline and looked down on all other creatures with equal disdain.
The only way to earn a dragon's respect and make them submit was to defeat and subdue them.
This was why the Supernatural United Bureau immediately confirmed that Xu Xi was a true Sanctuary Magus.
The Nascent Soul cultivator continued, "Next, please follow this corridor all the way to the end. Our director is waiting for you there."
"The director?"
"Yes. Perhaps you've already heard from the red dragon—it was the sword immortal who defeated it with a single strike."
"Alright, I understand."
Xu Xi's speculation was confirmed.
The one who had defeated the red dragon was indeed a sword immortal, and he also served as the director of the Supernatural United Bureau.
Xu Xi couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity: "I've already encountered gods in the simulation world, but I've never met an immortal before."
"I thought I'd see one in a later simulation, but I never expected it to happen in the real world."
"Well, I'll meet him."
"After all, with the Eternal Tear, safety isn't an issue, and he can't possibly be an Immortal Emperor. Otherwise, the Earth wouldn't be able to handle it."
Xu Xi calmly weighed the pros and cons.
In the end, he decided to go ahead with the meeting.
He walked along the silver-white metal corridor, heading straight ahead. Just as he was about to reach the end, the space around him blurred and shifted, transforming into a natural landscape.
The sound of flowing water and rustling bamboo leaves filled the air.
The sunlight filtering through the sky was just right, refracting off the rippling water surface to create a dreamy, tranquil scene.
Xu Xi looked ahead and saw a lean, elderly figure practicing swordplay alone.
He was old,
but also incredibly free-spirited.
Without using any supernatural abilities or immortal power, he simply swung his sword calmly, yet the sharpness of his sword intent seemed capable of cutting through anything.
But what truly surprised Xu Xi was the style of the flying sword in the man's hand.
It was unmistakably the Withered Vine Sword,
a unique forging technique of the Forest Sword Peak lineage from the Heavenly Sword Sect.
"Traitorous disciple, it's been so long, yet you refuse to call me your teacher!"
The sword immortal slowly retracted his sword intent, and the countless sword energies that had filled the heavens and earth returned to the Withered Vine Sword. He turned slightly, revealing a face that Xu Xi recognized.
Li Wanshou.
The master of Forest Sword Peak.
Xu Xi's teacher from his first simulation world.
"Teacher?" Xu Xi was momentarily stunned, then laughed, "This disciple admits his fault."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled.
Their smiles were calm, without any overwhelming excitement or tears. It was a serene and natural exchange, just like the old days when they addressed each other as teacher and disciple.
"Sit down."
Li Wanshou gestured for Xu Xi to take a seat.
The two of them sat around a stone table, facing each other. As the gentle breeze whispered by, fresh bamboo leaves steeped in hot water slowly filled their teacups.
After a few simple pleasantries and confirming Xu Xi's recent circumstances,
Li Wanshou's expression turned nostalgic. "Though I don't know how you, this traitorous disciple, came back to life, this teacher... is very happy."
The old man's lips curled into a smile, but it didn't last long before his face turned stern again.
He slammed the table and lamented, "Traitorous disciple! Why on earth did you have to go and learn some barbaric magic? It's shallow, vulgar! The path of immortality is the true, righteous path!"
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?"
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.”
'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.
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.
