"Hello there, Miss Qianyu! I'm Ji Bo, a friend of your brother's!" Ji Bo stood up with a cheerful smile and extended his hand toward Meng Qianyu.
"Uh... what was your name again?" Meng Qianyu paused for a second before asking.
"Ji Bo! Everyone says my name is well-chosen. Heh, what do you think?"
"Uh... yeah, it's... a good name." Meng Qianyu reached out and shook his hand.
"Heh, nice to meet you."
"Likewise..."
Meanwhile, Lu Yun and Tang Ziyun walked over to Meng Qianyu. Beautiful women always seemed to click instantly.
Tang Ziyun, being naturally outgoing, took Meng Qianyu's delicate hand with a smile. "Hi, Qianyu! I'm Tang Ziyun."
"Then I'll just call you Ziyun, okay?"
"Sure!"
"Hello, I'm Lu Yun."
Meng Qianyu turned to her with a grin. "Hi, Lu Yun. Can I call you Yunyun from now on?"
"Of course!"
The three of them quickly fell into conversation like long-lost best friends, occasionally whispering among themselves.
A minute later, Meng Qianyu finally noticed Su Yang, who was still seated.
"And this is...?"
"Oh, hello. I'm Su Yang, also a friend of your brother's."
Su Yang stood up and gave her a slight nod.
"If you're my brother's friend, then you're my friend too. Hello!" Meng Qianyu walked over and extended her hand.
They shook hands politely.
Pan Ning, who had been waiting nearby, glanced at the group. "Alright, now that everyone's introduced, let's head upstairs."
"Sure~"
......
A few minutes later, the six of them followed a graceful hostess into the elevator, ascending to the 80th-floor Sky Garden of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel—the highest level in the building, offering a 360-degree panoramic view of Haicheng.
The top floor was vast, with half its space occupied by the lush, dreamlike Sky Garden, resembling something out of a fairy tale.
Throughout the garden, an array of trees and flowers filled every corner, their fragrance drifting through the air.
At the center stood a small fountain, its crystal-clear water shimmering under the setting sun.
To the right of the fountain, near the terrace's edge, stretched an infinity pool about thirty meters long and ten meters wide.
On the other side of the pool was a lounge area large enough for twenty or thirty people, where a long white table had already been set up.
The table was adorned with an assortment of exquisite afternoon tea treats and drinks. Not far from it, a modest stage had been erected, featuring a five-meter-wide, three-meter-high backdrop with bold lettering: "Welcome Home, Qianyu!"
Beneath the words were various candid photos of Meng Qianyu...
"Right this way, please."
Su Yang and the others followed the hostess into the Sky Garden.
As they strolled through the enchanting scenery, Su Yang thought to himself, No wonder this is one of Haicheng’s most luxurious hotels—the ambiance is incredible!
[Ding! Detecting the host's relaxed and cheerful mood. Reward: 800,000.]
Over in the lounge area, a few people were already seated and chatting—Ye Wan’s group, along with Meng Wenzhou and Liu Bo, who had arrived earlier.
Spotting them, Meng Wenzhou smiled and waved. "Over here!"
"Coming~"
"Thanks for your help, miss. We can take it from here," Su Yang said politely to the hostess.
"Of course. Please don’t hesitate to call if you need anything."
"Will do."
The six of them quickly made their way to the lounge. The seated guests turned to greet them.
The man beside Ye Wan stared in stunned silence at the approaching group.
He had assumed Meng Qianyu would be the star of the evening, with no other girl possibly matching her beauty.
But seeing three other women—each just as stunning in looks and presence—walking beside her left him speechless.
He knew Meng Qianyu well enough to be aware of her preferences, so he had never considered pursuing her.
But now, his mind buzzed with possibilities as he eyed the newcomers with a scheming grin.
He had met Pan Ning once before and knew she was Meng Wenzhou’s cousin, so she was off-limits.
Besides, her icy demeanor made her too intimidating to approach.
"Hey, you all came together?" Meng Wenzhou walked over with a laugh.
"I guess that means I don’t need to introduce anyone?"
"Nope, we already introduced ourselves downstairs," Meng Qianyu said, joining her brother.
"Great. Then let me introduce this guy." Meng Wenzhou turned to Liu Bo.
"This is Liu Bo—the one I’ve told you about. You two are finally meeting in person."
"Ohhh, so you’re Brother Bo!" Meng Qianyu beamed at Liu Bo.
Liu Bo scratched his head sheepishly. "Heh, yeah. I’m your brother’s good friend."
"I’ve heard so much about you! Just never had the chance to meet until today."
"Heh, let’s hang out more from now on."
"Absolutely~"
"Qianyu." After their brief exchange, Meng Wenzhou pulled his sister toward Su Yang.
"You two already know each other, but I still want to properly introduce him."
Su Yang chuckled. "No need..."
"Don’t argue—this is important."
Meng Wenzhou smiled at Meng Qianyu. "Su Yang is a great friend I met recently. We haven’t known each other long, but we hit it off right away. He’s a solid guy—you’ll see once you get to know him better."
"Got it~" Meng Qianyu replied playfully.
"You talk too much, like some middle-aged uncle. Who else are we waiting for?" Pan Ning cut in impatiently.
Meng Qianyu covered her mouth, giggling.
"Uh... let’s see. Ziming, Yixue, Xiaoyu, Keke—just those four. Qianyu, anyone else from your side?"
"My friends haven’t arrived yet."
Meng Wenzhou glanced at Ye Wan’s group. "Aren’t those three your friends?"
"Where?" Meng Qianyu tilted her head, following his gaze, then blinked in surprise. "Huh? I didn’t even notice them!"
She hurried over, calling out, "Wanwan!! How long have you been here? You didn’t even tell me!"
"Just a little while."
After a quick chat, Meng Qianyu led Ye Wan and another girl back toward the group, with the guy trailing behind.
"Come on, let me introduce you. These are my friends—Ye Wan, Qiao Xiyue, and this handsome guy is Xiao Liang."
The three greeted everyone in turn with warm smiles.
When Ye Wan saw Su Yang, she grinned. "No introductions needed between us, right?"
"Nope."
Noticing their familiarity, Meng Qianyu frowned. "You two... know each other?"
Ye Wan nodded calmly. "Yeah, Su Yang and I met two or three years ago."
"Is that so? Then the three of us must really be fated. You and Su Yang are friends, you and I are friends, yet this is my first time meeting him."
"Yes, sometimes fate works in wonderfully mysterious ways," Ye Wan said, her gaze lingering on Su Yang.
The intensity of her stare didn’t escape Pan Ning, Lu Yun, and the others nearby.
Su Yang felt the heat of the eyes fixed on him and cleared his throat, quickly steering the conversation elsewhere.
"Anyway, let’s not just stand around here. Any plans for what’s next?" He walked over to Meng Wenzhou, shooting him a meaningful look.
......
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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.
