The lights in the corridor outside the ICU were soft, but the pungent smell of disinfectant still lingered in the air.
Situ Dingyi just looked at Jiang Chengshan quietly, his eyes calm, as if examining a lifeless object.
"My patience is actually quite limited. Since that's the case, we'll just have to do it ourselves."
As soon as the words fell, Situ Ding'er, who was in front of him, had already taken a step forward.
The soles of his leather shoes tapped against the smooth floor, making a soft sound, each step seeming to step directly on a person's heartbeat.
The disdain and arrogance on his face seemed innate, and he couldn't even be bothered to hide it.
In his eyes, Jiang Chengshan's resistance was nothing more than the dying struggles of an ant, not even counting as a decent amusement.
Just as Situ Ding'er's hand was about to rise, a monotonous electronic ringtone suddenly sounded behind him, shattering the surrounding chilling atmosphere.
The sound came from Situ Dingyi's pocket.
Situ Ding'er's movements paused, and he looked back at him impatiently.
Situ Dingyi also frowned slightly and unhurriedly took out his phone.
When he saw the name on the screen clearly, the composure on his face showed a slight crack for the first time.
He hesitated for half a second but still swiped the answer button.
He couldn't afford not to answer this call.
Just after picking up the phone, there was silence on the other end, with only the faintest sound of static.
This silence was more oppressive than any questioning.
Situ Dingyi held the phone and spoke first, his tone unreadable: "Director Chen? Is there something the matter?"
"Where are you and Situ Ding'er right now?"
The voice on the other end was devoid of any emotion, like a cold machine.
Situ Dingyi's eyelid twitched, but his mouth remained calm: "At the hospital, visiting a friend."
"Oh? Visiting a friend?"
Director Chen on the other end let out a soft, ambiguous chuckle. That laugh made the back of Situ Dingyi's neck feel a little cold.
"I remember the manual issued to your Situ family clearly states in Section 3, Article 7, that disciples of the hidden sects are not allowed to arbitrarily attack secular people. Or does your Situ family think that manual is just for propping up table legs?"
These words were like a needle, accurately piercing the calm Situ Dingyi had maintained.
He suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze like a knife, shooting straight at Jiang Chengshan opposite him.
He suppressed the shock and suspicion in his heart, his voice deepening a bit: "Director Chen, this is the internal affair of our Situ family. Isn't Yanhuang Awakening overstepping its bounds?"
"Internal affair?"
However, Director Chen on the other end clearly wasn't buying it. His tone instantly rose, carrying an undisguised sarcasm, "Your Situ family's internal affair? Attacking an outstanding entrepreneur of our country and his descendants is your internal problem?"
Subsequently, Director Chen emphasized his tone.
"Situ Dingyi, do you really think the rules of Yanhuang Awakening are just for show?"
Director Chen's words made Situ Dingyi's breath catch, his brows knitting tightly together.
Obviously, Yanhuang Awakening intended to intervene to the end.
He still wanted to argue a few more sentences, but Director Chen didn't give him the chance at all, his voice turning into a business-like, chilling coldness.
"Setting aside the fact that you didn't report this, just based on the fact that you attacked a citizen earlier, we should have invited you back for a cup of tea. But right now, in the name of Yanhuang Awakening, I am warning you one last time."
"I am giving you a severe warning now: do not act recklessly. Otherwise, Yanhuang Awakening will issue a wanted poster for you on the charge of illegally harming citizens, and will penalize the Situ family. This includes, but is not limited to, sealing all your properties and imposing sanctions on your Situ family."
Hearing this, Situ Dingyi took a deep breath. His gaze crossed the corridor and pinned onto Jiang Chengshan, yet it also seemed to look right through him, seeing a deeper, more dangerous future.
The air instantly froze.
He met Situ Ding'er's eyes, which were full of confusion.
"Let's go."
The words seemed squeezed through his teeth—crisp, cold, and leaving no room for argument.
These words were not only for Situ Ding'er to hear but also for Director Chen on the phone.
After speaking, he pressed his thumb down hard, hanging up the phone, and the screen went completely dark.
His arm dropped weakly. The tension that had been strung tight instantly drained away completely, leaving only a body full of exhaustion and frustration.
On the contrary, Situ Ding'er looked at Situ Dingyi with a stunned expression.
"This... we're leaving?"
What was this? When had the people of their Situ family ever been so cowardly?
"That's an order."
Situ Dingyi didn't even turn his head, striding straight ahead. "No matter how big the matter is, I will explain it to the clan. They will understand."
The absolute resolve in his words blocked out all the questions Situ Ding'er wanted to ask next.
Penalties? A wanted poster?
Neither of them took those to heart.
But if it implicated the entire Situ family, tainting the family's properties and reputation, then it would be a sin that ten thousand deaths could not excuse.
After all, family interests were much more important in their eyes.
Watching the two people from the Situ family just walk away like that, Jiang Chengshan stood rooted to the spot, blinking, his eyes revealing his confusion.
That was it?
He hadn't even made his phone call.
Looking at the retreating backs of the two men, Jiang Chengshan was actually quite bewildered as well. But it seemed like he was fine now, so he picked up his phone to notify Jiang Chengyue.
--System: Repelling enemies with mere thoughts is the most formidable.--
Outside the hospital's main gates, as the hot wind blew, Situ Ding'er could no longer hold it in.
"Big brother! I just don't get it! He's just a branch director of Yanhuang Awakening, on what basis can he make us scram with just one sentence?"
He paced back and forth irritably, like a trapped beast.
"That Jiang Chengshan, I've investigated him down to his underwear. He's just a businessman! Where did he get such great face?"
Situ Dingyi stopped under a streetlamp, half of his face hidden in the shade of the trees, his expression unpredictable.
"Do you think Director Chen's phone call represents himself?"
His voice was very light, but it carried a chill.
"He represents Yanhuang Awakening. If we take the person away today, the face we're slapping isn't Jiang Chengshan's, it's Yanhuang Awakening's face."
"Then what do we do? Just let it go like this?" Situ Ding'er smashed his fist into his own palm, making a muffled thud.
"Doing it openly won't work anymore," Situ Dingyi said indifferently.
"Then we do it covertly!" A fierce light flashed in Situ Ding'er's eyes. "I don't believe we can't find an opportunity! As long as we get our hands on Miss Yunlu, then Yanhuang Awakening won't have anything to say. After all, we aren't kidnapping anyone; we're just letting the granddaughter reunite with our young miss."
"That idea works."
Situ Dingyi interrupted him, his gaze sharp as a knife.
Situ Dingyi took a deep breath, but still looked up and said, "But we still have to inform the clan. We don't know how far Jiang Chengshan's relationship with Yanhuang Awakening goes. If the Situ family gets penalized, then the other families will definitely take the opportunity to kick us while we're down."
It could only be this way.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”