Ma Qun frowned and looked in the direction Lin Fan was staring.
Good heavens!
Had they stumbled upon a nest of stunning beauties?
These exceptional beauties, rarely seen individually, were all gathered in one place.
Mature women, young girls, and ice-queen types were all present.
Ma Qun even spotted Shen Manni, the woman Lin Fan was pursuing, among them!
A cold glint flashed in Ma Qun's eyes!
Damn these privileged brats!
How dare they compete with the Dragon King for women!
They must be tired of living.
"Dragon King, shall I teach that spoiled brat a lesson?" Ma Qun volunteered eagerly.
Lin Fan's eyes gleamed coldly as he considered the suggestion.
"No need!"
"With Death Angel and Burning Angel present, let that rich kid take flight!"
"After tonight, our skincare business will explode!"
"Prepare sufficient funds, we'll coordinate with them from both inside and out."
"Xu Mo must die!"
Ma Qun nodded, not daring to disrupt Lin Fan's plans.
Both men radiated intense hostility.
Glaring viciously at Xu Mo!
Meanwhile.
Xu Mo, inexplicably at the center of this storm,
Dared not move an inch.
What the hell.
Who had he offended?
These female protagonists seemed to have lost their minds,
All gathering around him.
Originally,
At this table,
It was just him, the Demon Queen, and the Underground Queen.
Then Xu Shi saw them and came over.
The Dragon Queen being there made sense, as she was a bodyguard.
Li Jiaxin was a double agent,
Probably here to gather intelligence.
Understandable!
After all,
Xu Mo was technically her boss.
As for Yang Jingxuan, she was friends with little Shi and came to join the chat.
Xu Mo could accept all that.
He endured it all.
The only one he couldn't understand was that foolish woman.
What was she doing here?
Shouldn't she be keeping her distance as usual?
Xu Mo's inner monologue was rich.
But he wasn't the only one with an active inner voice.
You could say all the women at the table had their own internal narratives!
They exchanged meaningful glances.
Under Xu Mo's emotionless observation,
The women had developed a basic understanding of each other!
"I created a WeChat group earlier for discussing interesting topics. Currently, there are only four of us in it. Anyone interested can join," Zhou Qiaoqiao's fair fingers tapped away,
Displaying the group's QR code on the table.
Yang Jingxuan and Xu Shi, already members, exchanged knowing looks.
The remaining women who hadn't joined,
Glanced at each other.
Except for An Youyi, the Dragon Queen who disliked carrying phones,
Shen Manni and the others joined the group.
This move completely baffled Xu Mo.
He wanted to join and take a look too.
But Zhou Qiaoqiao, the group owner, refused him entry.
Good grief!
If someone else had been the group owner,
Xu Mo wouldn't have been so surprised!
After all, they were all female protagonists!
The female leads creating a group,
Planning how to defeat him, the antagonist.
Made sense, right?
Absolutely!
But who had ever heard of,
A female antagonist leading the female protagonists?
This was turning the world upside down!
Could it be that the Demon Queen was planning to turn these female leads to her side?
Xu Mo swallowed hard.
This joke was getting out of hand.
He glanced at the Demon Queen before him.
Noticing his gaze,
Zhou Qiaoqiao smiled at him.
"What's wrong?"
Xu Mo rubbed his nose, "Nothing."
[Holy hell, have I accidentally unlocked a hell-mode dungeon?]
[The demon witch has become the demon slayer]
[The female villain has become the heroine]
[Wuwu...]
[I'm left fighting alone, matching wits with the plot, sigh.....]
"Xu Shi, why are you stepping on me?"
Xu Mo grimaced as he questioned Xu Shi sitting beside him!
Despite her cute black Lolita boots,
When she stepped on someone,
She was incredibly forceful!
Must have used all her strength.
"Oh, sorry, I stepped on the wrong spot."
Xu Shi apologized perfunctorily.
The other women silently applauded Xu Shi.
Good grief!
There wasn't an ounce of sincerity!
When would she manage to step on the right spot?
Xu Mo felt it absolutely necessary to change seats.
If he couldn't change tables,
He at least couldn't continue sitting next to the little demon.
He couldn't beat the big ones,
And couldn't hit the little ones!
How frustrating.
Just then, the hall lights suddenly dimmed.
White spotlights shone toward the entrance.
A heavenly beautiful woman walked in.
She was tonight's party's protagonist--Yang Jingying!
Under the lights, Yang Jingying,
Wore an elegant dark green off-shoulder formal dress.
Her snow-white shoulders,
Made her look noble and elegant,
With an indescribable sensuality.
She was naturally beautiful,
And after using the volcanic mud skincare products,
Along with careful grooming,
She had become even more beautiful!
As Yang Jingying walked into the hall in her high heels,
Everyone was stunned.
As if they'd forgotten how to breathe.
It took them a while to react.
"Damn! Miss Yang Jingying is too beautiful!"
"My god! Her skin is so smooth and tender, I'm so jealous! (¯﹃¯)"
"(⊙_⊙;) Goodness, whoever's lucky enough to become Yang Jingying's husband would be in heaven!"
"How crude! This is a high-society gathering, watch your language!"
Several good-for-nothing rich kids who got in through their sisters' connections,
Could only express their uncontrollable excitement,
Through crude language and forced sophistication.
The gap between their families and the Yang family was too vast.
So vast that they didn't even dare fantasize about her in their minds.
Yang Jingying was a woman they could never have in this lifetime.
At the front of the hall,
Yang Jingying stood at the center of the stage with a smile,
Taking the microphone from the staff.
"First, I thank you all for honoring me with your presence at my birthday celebration."
As she spoke,
Her eyes searched the crowd,
For that figure that haunted her dreams.
Perhaps due to their connected hearts,
She found him quickly.
Her dream lover,
Was sitting among a group of goddesses whose beauty rivaled her own.
Yang Jingying's sensual lips, painted with lipstick, curved into an extremely alluring smile.
She thought to herself:
"Hehe... everyone's here now."
"Let the battle for little Mo's affection begin!"
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?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
