Meanwhile, on the other side of the story.
"Dragon King, Dragon King, this Elder Zhang is considering arranging a marriage for his granddaughter. If we can establish a good relationship with the Zhang family in the capital, our future prospects will be limitless!!!"
"With their support, perhaps we can bring the Dragon King Hall back to the mainland."
Ma Qun excitedly shared his thoughts.
A glint of fervor flashed in Lin Fan's eyes.
That Zhang Naixi had a rather 'ordinary' appearance.
Forget about leveraging the Zhang family's influence.
Just based on her looks and figure alone,
Lin Fan was already captivated.
Who could resist a charming and appetizing, larger-than-life goddess-type beauty?
Lin Fan raised his hand slightly, signaling Ma Qun to calm down.
"Starting tonight, all the talented young elites attending this banquet will be my competitors."
"There's pressure, but I already have some ideas in mind."
"It all depends on whether my guess is correct."
Lin Fan wanted to bet that Zhang Hong had issues with his legs.
Money and connections meant little to Zhang Hong.
What mattered most was curing his ailment.
At the moment, Lin Fan was only about 60% sure that Zhang Hong had trouble with his legs.
As for whether it was true or not,
he would need to keep observing.
Or perhaps find an opportunity to ask the man directly!
Simple, convenient, and effective.
The thought of someone being ill had never burned so intensely in Lin Fan's heart before!
No matter what the illness was,
he could diagnose and treat it to some extent.
If all else failed,
he could always contact his master.
Once Elder Zhang's illness was cured,
he would be one step closer to Zhang Naixi.
But then again,
approaching them out of the blue without any prior connection
wouldn't work.
So Lin Fan was waiting for an opportunity—
a chance to coincidentally run into Zhang Naixi.
Lin Fan didn't like being passive; he preferred to take the initiative.
Opportunities were created, not waited for.
If he were the passive type,
he wouldn't have become such a seasoned player in the romance game.
Though not every woman he pursued was a stunning goddess,
he had his fair share of successes.
Whether it was fish or fowl,
it was all meat to him.
Let's go, brothers!!!!!!
"When will I ever be as exceptional as the Dragon King?"
Ma Qun's eyes were filled with admiration.
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
While he was still racking his brains trying to find ways to help Lin Fan,
Lin Fan already had a plan.
Gao Liming sipped his iced cola through a straw, curling his lips in disdain.
"I don't understand these people."
"Why do they all act like idiots?"
"All that flabby flesh—just looking at it makes me tired. Yet these fools can't seem to take their eyes off it."
"If I ever get married, I'm definitely not marrying someone like that."
Years later, the self-proclaimed "True Fragrance Emperor"
looked back on his youthful disdain
( ̄_, ̄)
and couldn't help but slap himself twice.
He had completely wasted his eyes back then,
focusing all his attention on worthless trash.
How he regretted it!!!!
Meanwhile, the banquet continued!!!!
Empty words meant nothing.
Zhang Hong directly called Zhang Naixi to the center of the banquet hall.
To quote a certain CEO from a past life:
"If you've got the goods, then show them!!!"
As for her grandfather Zhang Hong's decision,
even though Zhang Naixi was reluctant, she couldn't bear to embarrass him in front of everyone.
If she wanted to find a boyfriend,
she would have done so long ago.
Why wait until now?
"Gentlemen, I've heard some of your discussions, but none of it matters."
Zhang Hong smiled kindly, his expression gentle.
He then continued,
"I know some of you might hesitate to approach my granddaughter due to concerns about your family backgrounds."
"But think about it this way—why did I invite you all here tonight?"
Everyone present was smart.
Halfway through his words,
it dawned on them.
They had already passed the initial screening.
In other words,
at this banquet,
their descendants all had a chance.
The competition was on--------------let the games begin!!!!
"Dad, I told you!!! How could someone like Elder Zhang deceive us?"
"You little brat, you still dare to talk back!!! Do you want me to smack you?"
"Dad, no!!!! Please don't!!!!"
"Alright, alright. I won't hit you today. Since there's a chance, you better wipe that creepy smile off your face and put your best foot forward!!! Got it?"
"Yes, yes, Dad, you're the best!!!!"
Scenes like this played out repeatedly throughout the banquet hall.
Zhang Hong was very pleased.
The microphone was then handed to Zhang Naixi,
asking her to give a brief self-introduction.
After all, this was about Zhang Naixi's lifelong happiness,
not Zhang Hong's.
If Zhang Naixi had been just a little more proactive,
this banquet wouldn't have been necessary.
Zhang Naixi took the microphone, her voice neutral and confident, giving off a cool vibe. "Hello, my name is Zhang Naixi. When it comes to finding a boyfriend, I don't care about status or background."
"There's only one condition."
"Fight me and win."
The first part gave hope to many of the younger attendees from less prominent families!!!
Damn, no need to worry about status or family background.
For these spoiled, idle, womanizing rich kids,
this was a dream come true~~~~
But then came the second part.
That was the tricky part!!!!
Why?
Because they were all untrained weaklings!!!!
Why weren't they trained?
They were born into wealth, living in luxury since birth.
They could afford bodyguards.
Why bother with training? Who needs it?
Of course,
there were a few rich kids with a passion for combat sports.
But they were only a small minority.
Let me make this clear: Naixi belongs to Xu Mo. Naixi belongs to Xu Mo. Naixi belongs to Xu Mo.
There's no way Tao Tao can get her, not with the Crooked-Mouth Dragon King around, and the Crooked-Mouth Dragon King is no match for the inner voice of Little Mo.

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

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?"

【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)