The atmosphere fell silent.
Gao Liming reorganized his thoughts and then chuckled, "Sis, the explosives I made pack a serious punch. How much do you need?"
Gao Liyuan thought for a moment and said, "No!"
"No???" Gao Liming was puzzled.
Snap-------------
Gao Liyuan snapped her fingers sharply. "You shouldn't be asking that."
"Then how should I ask?"
"You should ask where to blow it up."
"Ah??? Sis, where should we blow it up?"
Gao Liyuan's face flushed red as she declared, "Blow up Lin Fan's car!!"
"Blow the whole car—and him with it—to smithereens!!!"
Sss!!
Gao Liming inhaled sharply, his face a mix of shock and apprehension as he stared at his elder sister.
That was brutal.
The Dragon King still hasn't realized they've turned against him.
This plan.
Even if it doesn't kill him, it'll leave him half-dead.
Killing him? Hah.
That was a joke anyway.
The explosives he made were super powerful, right?
Gao Liming swallowed hard.
"Sis, are you serious about this?"
Gao Liyuan rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Do I look like I'd lie to you?"
"Well, this needs careful planning. I'm not sure which car Lin Fan will be using that day."
Gao Liming said, his face wearing a worried expression.
Gao Liyuan rested her dainty hand under her chin, her brows furrowed in thought.
"That is a problem."
Gao Liming was getting exasperated.
Sis, you've been talking so much.
But all that's coming out are meaningless words.
Is that even useful?
Suddenly—snap!
Quickly!
Gao Liyuan clapped her hands together with a loud smack, "Got it!! Just plant the explosives under Lin Fan's usual ride!"
"I can hack into their surveillance system to check the license plate and car model."
Gao Liming: ???????
Little buddy, do you have many question marks.
Why just you?
Why not us?
Sis, you're looking down on me, aren't you?
Gao Liming said gloomily, "Alright, I'll go prepare the explosives for you."
"Hey!! What's the point of preparing them for me, do you expect me to install them?" Gao Liyuan retorted irritably.
Well--------------------
Gao Liming was stumped.
Ignoring the facts is just nonsense.
First, his sister can't go.
A mere shut-in cough cough hacker.
Virtually powerless.
She can dominate the internet with her keyboard.
But in reality.
She can be taken out in a second.
Second, going back to Gao Liming himself.
As the mastermind behind this plan.
If he gets exposed quickly.
The plan to mess with Lin Fan would fall apart?
And then there would be endless retaliation from Lin Fan.
Not that anyone was too worried about that.
Open conflict was manageable.
It was the underhanded tactics that Lin Fan might use that were concerning.
"So, what do we do?"
Gao Liming threw the problem back at her.
Gao Liyuan was annoyed. "Stop always asking me for everything. Use your brain!!"
"Oh." Gao Liming's voice instantly quieted down.
Talking to his sister.
The first rule was never to provoke her.
Or else.
Gao Liyuan would unleash her tirade.
And reduce him to a sobbing wreck.
Remember back then.
His sister was ridiculed online for lousy gaming.
And then something amazing happened.
Gao Liyuan turned what was wrong into right and right into wrong.
Wit battle.
She shut everyone down.
Leaving them speechless.
That incident was etched into Gao Liming's memory.
"Got it!! If they play dirty, we send in the Female Dragon King!!!"
Gao Liyuan jumped in excitement, praising herself, "What a genius I am!!!"
Gao Liming couldn't bear to look.
Female Dragon King?
In his memory, there was only the Dragon King Lin Fan.
Has Lin Fan changed gender?
"Sis, who's the Female Dragon King?"
Gao Liyuan forgot that Gao Liming was not in the loop.
"An Youyi. The Female Dragon King is just a nickname I gave her."
Gao Liming nervously glanced around, fearing An Youyi might burst in any moment.
To silence his sister.
"Sis, are you crazy!! Don't blame me for warning you, An Youyi is no ordinary person, once she's on your tail, there's nowhere to run."
"This nickname you just keep to yourself. Don't spread it around."
Gao Liming's furtive behavior made Gao Liyuan laugh out loud.
"What happens if it gets out?"
"Crack------Death."
Gao Liming mimed a throat-slash.
"Alright, fine. Me and An Youyi are on fairly good terms. Installing the explosives shouldn't be a problem if I ask her."
"Deal!!!" Gao Liming said, walking to the door, "I'm going out to adjust the dosage."
"Remember, don't use too much. Our target is Lin Fan, don't involve innocents." Gao Liyuan reminded him, not fully trusting him.
"I got it, I got it." Gao Liming waved his hand impatiently.
He had been playing with explosives while his sister was still coding.
What's there to be afraid of?
Let's blow it up!
Meanwhile, similar scenes were unfolding elsewhere.
"Kill, I want you to beat Xu Mo up the night before his wedding, preferably cripple his limbs so he's hospitalized for at least ten to fifteen days."
"Of course, I don't need you to do it personally. Just lure him to a remote spot, and I'll arrange for someone to take care of him. You just need to loosen up. He's just a regular playboy, if I let you do it, I'd be worried he'd die too soon, hahaha-----------"
Lin Fan's unrestrained laugh echoed from the other end of the phone.
An Youyi listened expressionlessly.
Well, not entirely expressionless.
Her brows twitched faintly.
Though the movement was minimal.
"What if he doesn't comply?"
An Youyi's voice remained calm.
What?
No compliance?
Lin Fan didn't think too much and continued, "Then just go with Plan B, I'll have someone deliver some homemade poison to you soon, all slow-acting."
"Once ingested, it'll be excreted through bodily functions, but its effects will still wreak havoc on that playboy's body!"
An Youyi's grip on the phone tightened unconsciously.
"Good!!!"
Lin Fan shivered, glancing around.
They were indoors.
It wasn't even that cold.
"Alright, I'll arrange for someone to deliver the poison soon! Be there to receive it."
The call ended.
An Youyi's eyes burned with intense murderous intent.
This time, she didn't suppress her killing desire.
Previously, even when she harbored strong intent to kill.
She wouldn't let it show.
But now, clearly.
This wave of killing intent was more intense than ever before.
Buzz--------
The phone rang again.
An Youyi raised an eyebrow and picked it up.
It was Gao Liyuan calling from WeChat.
Oh hi, good night, dear~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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?"
