"The forces of the Dragon King Hall have been mostly dealt with. You're now the second-in-command, standing beneath only one person while above thousands."
Li Jiaxin patted Feng Siruo's delicate shoulder, speaking with utmost seriousness.
Feng Siruo tilted her head in surprise. "Isn't Sister An the Dragon Queen? If I'm beneath only one person, then where does that leave you, Sister Li?"
"Ahem... Let's not dwell on the details. Fine, you're beneath two people and above thousands." Li Jiaxin averted her gaze, trying to mask her awkwardness.
Feng Siruo blinked, a pang of disappointment settling in her heart.
These past few days, Li Jiaxin had barely touched her.
Aside from flirtatious words and the occasional teasing, there had been no deeper exploration.
It was driving Feng Siruo mad!
Sister Li, you weren’t like this before.
Where’s my mischievous, playful Sister Li?
How am I supposed to heal this ache in my heart?
"Sister Li, won’t you stay longer with me? It’s not just me—the other sisters rushed back the moment they heard you returned. Some even flew overnight from abroad."
Feng Siruo’s tone was melancholic, as if Li Jiaxin were some irredeemable scoundrel.
Meeting Xu Mo had ruined everything!
It wasn’t that Li Jiaxin didn’t want to continue.
But after all these years,
she had played enough,
seen enough.
In other words—
she was bored.
Besides, Li Jiaxin now wanted to try something different.
There were also other emotional factors at play.
How many of the women Li Jiaxin favored were mere ornaments?
Without any real capability,
just a pretty face—
sometimes, Li Jiaxin wouldn’t even spare them a second glance.
"Just to see me?" Li Jiaxin chuckled.
Feng Siruo puffed her cheeks. "You know exactly why we’ve ended up like this. Sister Li, you bear most of the responsibility!"
"Yes, yes..." Li Jiaxin grinned, then suddenly turned serious. "I do take responsibility. But have you ever thought about this, Xiao Si?"
"Huh?" Feng Siruo froze. Thought about what?
What was she supposed to have thought?
Li Jiaxin continued, "I can’t split myself in two. In my absence, you should have prepared yourself to take the lead. That’s why I’ve kept you by my side all these years. Do you understand?"
Her impassioned words sounded like a manager giving employees a motivational speech—
urging them to work harder
without offering a raise.
Hours of hype would only fuel an hour’s worth of enthusiasm.
But Li Jiaxin rarely gave such speeches.
Only occasionally.
Which was why Feng Siruo took it to heart.
It took Feng Siruo a while to process. Finally, she murmured, "Sister Li... are you leaving us for good?"
"No, not at all!" Li Jiaxin hurriedly denied.
Only a fool would admit to that!
Li Jiaxin was a possessive protagonist.
The women she had touched—
how could she let men have them?
Sure, those girls might not compare to her in looks,
but some weren’t far behind.
Just a step below.
Men were all scum.
Rather than let them suffer at men’s hands,
she’d send them all to Xu Mo one day.
Well, after she had her fill first.
No rush.
"Xiao Si, think of it this way—I’m returning to Dragon Country to expand our business. Heavy responsibilities demand resilience. As my chosen successor, you must rise to the occasion!"
Li Jiaxin spoke without a trace of humor.
She couldn’t laugh now.
If she did, everything would fall apart.
She was counting on Feng Siruo to keep morale high.
Feng Siruo was deeply moved, her voice trembling slightly. "Sister Li, don’t worry. I’ll hold the fort here. As long as I stand, the Dragon King Hall stands!"
Li Jiaxin didn’t want her making reckless vows. She patted her shoulder.
"Don’t stress too much. Didn’t I leave that bitch as your servant? Even as a prisoner, she’s still formidable. If she disobeys, just tell me—I’ll send Sha Lu to deal with her."
The "bitch" referred to Wu Yurong.
Most of Wu Yurong’s forces had been obliterated.
Now, she was like a toothless tigress,
her claws no longer razor-sharp.
Moreover,
she had been thoroughly cowed by An Youyi.
Any thought of rebellion was gone.
As for why she stayed—
she had begged Li Jiaxin for it.
With the Dragon King Hall’s backing,
Wu Yurong could still survive.
Over the years, while building her own power,
she had made plenty of enemies.
Without the Dragon King Hall’s protection,
even if she tried to rebuild independently,
she might have to trade her body—
with no guarantee of success.
All that effort for nothing?
No matter how she looked at it, it was a losing game.
Feng Siruo nodded.
Li Jiaxin gave a few more instructions—
like consulting her online if needed.
Communication was easy these days.
Li Jiaxin felt she had to leave quickly.
If those girls returned,
she wouldn’t be able to handle them alone.
Some were far more unruly than Feng Siruo.
With recent recruitment efforts
and the Gao siblings now officially part of the Dragon King Hall,
the organization’s cybersecurity had improved drastically.
Gao Liyuan had initially planned a one-time deal,
but Li Jiaxin’s offer was too good to refuse.
One meal versus a lifetime of feasts—
Gao Liyuan knew the difference.
Li Jiaxin boarded her private jet with her luggage.
Feng Siruo watched as the legendary queen of sapphic love departed.
Her eyes burned with determination.
In that moment, her shadow overlapped
with Li Jiaxin’s before she met Xu Mo.
"Sister Li, go in peace."
"I’ll hold things down here. And it’s not just me."
"I’ll take care of our sisters."
"No—I’ll do even better than you. What you couldn’t accomplish, I will. The promises you left unfulfilled, I’ll see them through!"
In that fleeting moment,
the torch passed from the old to the new.
Each wave pushes the last, rising ever higher.
In the Dragon King Hall of the United States,
a new queen of sapphic love was born.
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?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
