Faced with Lin Mo's actions, Dongfang Shuye's mind buzzed, a myriad of questions rampaging through his head.
"Why kill people all of a sudden?! What did they do?"
The scent of blood hadn't yet dissipated, and Dongfang Shuye's voice trembled slightly.
After all, that person had just called him Young Master Dongfang.
Lin Mo turned his head, his bottomless eyes quietly looking at him. There was no explanation in his gaze, only a cold indifference that saw through the ways of the world.
"What did they do?"
Lin Mo repeated, a mocking curve tugging at the corner of his lips.
"What do you think this place is? A library? Don't be naive. In its bones, this place is no different from a place like Guancheng, maybe even dirtier."
After speaking, Lin Mo walked straight toward Chai Tianrong's office.
As for Dongfang Shuye, he could certainly understand the sarcasm in Lin Mo's words.
So much for the Yanhuang Awakening, so much for being at the foot of the emperor.
At the end of the day, it was nothing more than a filthy business arena hiding dirt and corruption.
He took a deep breath of the air mixed with the scent of blood. It wasn't that he was unaccustomed to the metallic smell of rust, but he simply hadn't expected things to develop this way. Ultimately, he could only follow in silence.
"Bang!"
A loud crash.
The expensive solid wood door to Chai Tianrong's office was kicked open by Lin Mo, blasting inward. The door panels smashed against the wall and bounced back, teetering on their hinges.
Inside the office, Chai Tianrong, who had been nervously smoking, shuddered in fright, dropping his cigarette onto the floor.
The moment he realized the intruder was Lin Mo, his mind went blank, and his body reacted countless times faster than his brain.
Thud!
This figure, one of the Chai family's external representatives, didn't even think. His knees buckled, and bypassing a desk, he dropped to his knees before Lin Mo. His posture was so textbook it looked as though he had practiced it a thousand times.
"Mr. Lin! It's a misunderstanding! A massive misunderstanding!"
He practically cried out, his voice trembling. "This matter was truly not authorized by our family! I swear! It was just a few ignorant brats who drank some piss and forgot their place. They just wanted to show you who's boss, but they ended up making a mess of it..."
Lin Mo didn't listen to his nonsense at all.
He ignored Chai Tianrong, who was kneeling on the floor shaking like a leaf, and casually strolled around the desk, reaching out to pick up the encrypted phone on the table.
Then, right in front of Chai Tianrong, he pressed the redial button.
The phone rang only once before it was connected, and a suppressed, excited voice came from the other end.
"Young Master Chai, we are fully prepared and ready to depart. Do you have any final instructions?"
Chai Tianrong's pupils suddenly contracted, and the blood in his veins ran cold.
Lin Mo cleared his throat, and in the next second, a voice identical to Chai Tianrong's came from his mouth, carrying just the right amount of authority and a hint of impatience.
"Cancel the operation."
"Huh?" The person on the other end was clearly stunned.
"What do you mean 'huh'?" Lin Mo mimicked flawlessly. "There's been a slight complication. Send me your current location and stand by. I'll send someone to extract you."
Both Dongfang Shuye and the kneeling Chai Tianrong almost dropped their jaws to the floor.
Chai Tianrong, in particular, looked at Lin Mo in terror, as if looking at a monster.
The shirt on his back was already soaked in cold sweat, clinging tightly to his skin, cold and clammy, but he didn't dare make a sound.
It's over.
The Chai family is finished.
This thought screamed madly in his mind.
Right now, he was nothing more than fish on a chopping block.
The Chai family might truly be destroyed because of him.
"Click."
Lin Mo hung up the phone and casually tossed the expensive encrypted device onto the floor, its screen shattering upon impact.
He looked up, his gaze passing over the terrified Chai Tianrong to land on Dongfang Shuye once more.
"Rotten to the core."
Lin Mo's tone was flat, but Dongfang Shuye could hear a murderous intent within it that felt like mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
That chill wasn't directed at him, yet it made him feel as if he had plunged into an ice cave.
Lin Mo looked at him, then glanced at Chai Tianrong kneeling on the floor, and suddenly asked a question.
"Tell me, when something rots, should you carve out the rotten flesh, or throw the whole thing away?"
Dongfang Shuye remained silent, but then he couldn't help but look up and say, "This matter is the Chai family's fault, and the Yanhuang Awakening will absolutely not tolerate it, but no matter what, the Chai family is still..."
Lin Mo suddenly opened his hand and gave a casual flick. Chai Tianrong, who had been trembling in fear, suddenly rolled his eyes back, his whole body acting as if his throat had been seized.
"If that bomb had gone off, do you know how many people would have died?"
Lin Mo turned to look at Dongfang Shuye.
Planting a powerful bomb in that location.
Its destructive force would be no less than planes crashing into the Twin Towers.
How many ordinary people would have died?
Thinking of this question, Dongfang Shuye couldn't help but clench his fists.
With one final squeeze, Lin Mo crushed Chai Tianrong's throat.
Yangcheng, a little later.
A group of people were gearing up in a villa, ready to move out.
There were twenty of them in total, armed with various firearms, and five among them were Ability Users.
They were the Chai family's private mercenaries.
At this moment, they were all waiting quietly to be picked up.
They didn't care about the mission being canceled; after all, an army is maintained for a thousand days to be used for one. Whether they went on a mission or not, they still had to be paid.
Just then, the clatter of footsteps came from outside.
The group frowned, many placing their hands on their weapons. Although this was a villa district, there weren't many people around, and most who came and went did so by car.
Very few people walked.
Even fewer would pass by their location.
The next second, the doorbell rang.
One of them pressed the answer button.
"Who is it?!"
"Here to take you to the extraction point," a little girl's voice replied.
The man didn't immediately press the button to open the door. Instead, he asked, "Tell us the extraction point. We'll head there ourselves."
"I don't think you'll be able to get there yourselves."
In the next second, a voice suddenly rang out right next to the man's ear.
"Because I'm sending you to hell."
As soon as she finished speaking, all the lights in the villa were instantly extinguished.
Everyone immediately drew their weapons.
"Attention! We have hostiles!"
"Silencing us even without an operation?!"
One of them exhaled a cloud of smoke, covering everyone.
This way, they couldn't see the enemy, but the enemy couldn't see them either.
However, in the very next second, gunfire erupted all around.
Rat-tat-tat!
Many instinctively fired toward the source of the gunshots.
Muzzle flashes constantly lit up the large villa.
Familiar screams rang out from within the smoke, one after another. No figures could be seen, but it felt as if something was darting through the entire space.
The screams grew fewer and fewer, eventually returning to silence.
Then, the smoke slowly dissipated, revealing a floor covered in corpses.
The villa's front door was pushed open. Ning Qingcheng stood there, holding an arrow in her hand.
The fatal wounds on all these people were entirely caused by this single arrow.
"Senior Brother, oh Senior Brother, making a child like me do all this, is it really okay?"
After speaking, Ning Qingcheng turned and left.
At the intersection of the villa district, a car was parked.
Sitting in the car was Chu Lintian.

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.”

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

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!

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?!