Now, only Su Yang and Lu Yun were left at home.
The living room, which had been lively just moments ago, had fallen into an eerie silence.
Lu Yun swallowed hard, her heart inexplicably beginning to race.
Su Yang turned and sat back down on the sofa, glancing at Lu Yun’s flushed face with a smile. "Why’s your face so red? You didn’t drink much, did you?"
Lu Yun stammered, "N-no, did I? Is it red?"
As she spoke, she reached up to touch her cheek.
Su Yang chuckled and let the matter drop, suddenly remembering the system’s newly added scanning function.
—System, show me Lu Yun’s info.
[Lu Yun, Age: 23]
[Height: 169cm]
[Weight: 54kg]
[Appearance: 94]
[Figure: 90]
[Relationships: 1, Single]
[Battle Count: 0]
Su Yang smirked at the virtual screen only he could see.
—I knew she’d never been in a battle. That one relationship probably didn’t even involve holding hands. Wonder which bastard stole her first love.
"What are you looking at?" Lu Yun waved her hand in front of Su Yang’s eyes.
He was leaning back on the sofa, staring blankly ahead with a silly grin—a sight Lu Yun found slightly unsettling.
"Huh? Nothing, just thought of something funny."
"Don’t scare me like that. There’s nothing in front of you, and you’re just grinning at empty space." As she spoke, Lu Yun unconsciously shifted closer to him.
Su Yang laughed. "Relax, I wasn’t looking at anything. Just zoning out."
"Alright then."
Su Yang glanced at the ceiling and continued his mental inquiry.
—System, show me Pan Ning’s info too.
[Pan Ning, Age: 24]
[Height: 170cm]
[Weight: 55kg]
[Appearance: 93]
[Figure: 93]
[Relationships: 0, Single]
[Battle Count: 1]
Su Yang couldn’t help but laugh again at Pan Ning’s stats.
—Hah! Battle count 1? That’s gotta be me. Nice, very nice!
—System, sometimes I really wanna praise you, but I’ll hold back so you don’t get cocky.
System: "......"
"W-why are you laughing again?" Lu Yun asked nervously.
"Oh, it’s nothing," Su Yang said, shaking his head. "Just remembered something amusing. I’ll stop now."
"Your random laughing is kinda creepy, you know."
"Come on, scoot closer. Nothing to be afraid of with me here."
Su Yang looked at Lu Yun and mused, "Your parents probably won’t be back tonight."
"How come?"
"If they’re on good terms with the hosts, they’ll likely be helping out all night."
"Oh."
Su Yang grinned. "So, this long night..."
"W-what about it?"
"What do you mean? We gotta find something to do, or it’ll be way too boring."
Lu Yun swallowed quietly. "Nights in the countryside are usually like this. Not much entertainment, and it’s pitch-black outside."
The only sounds were the ceaseless chirping of crickets and the occasional croak of frogs in the distance.
Su Yang sprawled on the sofa. "Yeah, kinda dull."
"Want to watch TV?" Lu Yun picked up the remote.
"Not really. Haven’t watched TV in ages."
"Then what should we do?"
Su Yang’s eyes darted toward the window. "How about a walk outside?"
"But it’s so dark out there. The streetlights don’t go far."
"Doesn’t matter. Good for digestion."
"O-okay."
They stood and headed downstairs. Lu Yun grabbed the keys and locked the front door.
Outside the courtyard, Su Yang glanced around. The only sign of life was a small group of middle-aged men chatting in front of a convenience store down the road. The street was otherwise silent.
"Let’s just stroll along the road."
"I thought you’d suggest going up the mountain."
Su Yang turned to her with a laugh. "Hah! Why would I go up there at night? Even I’d get spooked."
‘Wait, the mountain? Wild battle? Damn, that’d be intense… but nah. What if something creepy shows up mid-action? Ugh, just imagining it gives me chills.’
"We’ll stick to the road."
"Okay."
They ambled leisurely to the right, looking every bit like a newlywed couple taking a post-dinner stroll.
After a while, Su Yang found himself holding Lu Yun’s delicate, soft hand.
Lu Yun didn’t resist. Her face burned, her pulse quickened, and her palm grew sweaty. Though embarrassed, she felt a quiet happiness.
[Ding. Host’s current enjoyment detected. Reward: 500,000.]
Su Yang smiled as they walked wordlessly along the rural path.
Ten minutes later, the houses thinned out, the streetlights vanished, and only the inky darkness of distant fields and forests remained.
Lu Yun peered ahead nervously. "Should we keep going? It’s too dark up there."
Su Yang shook his head. "Nah, let’s head back. Got business to attend to."
Lu Yun blinked. "What business?"
"Heh, you’ll see." Su Yang tugged her hand, leading her back the way they came.
Soon, they returned home. Just then, Lu Yun’s phone buzzed—a message from Li Xiurong.
"Yunyun, we probably won’t be back tonight. Gotta help out here."
Lu Yun replied, "Got it. I’ll lock up then."
"Mm-hmm, go ahead."
Su Yang glanced over. "Your parents made it to town?"
"Yeah, but they said they’re staying the night."
A faint smile crossed Su Yang’s face. "Well, that’s… convenient." He rubbed his head.
Lu Yun went downstairs to lock the gate. Back in the living room, she turned to Su Yang with a bright smile. "Let me show you upstairs. You can pick a room."
Su Yang grinned. "How many are up there?"
"Four, but one’s for storage. The other three are fine."
Su Yang stayed seated. "Is your room upstairs?"
Lu Yun pointed to a door on the right side of the living room. "I sleep there."
Su Yang’s grin widened. "Then I’ll pass on upstairs. Too lonely up there. I’ll just squeeze in with you."
Lu Yun: "Huh?"
......
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?"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.
