Tang Ziyun walked over to Su Yang and picked up another microphone from the table to test it.
Su Yang smiled and said, "Let me connect the Bluetooth."
As he spoke, he took out his phone, opened the music app, found the soundtrack for The Gate of Luo Shen, and connected it to the speakers.
"Alright, we're good."
"Okay, everyone, quiet now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound began to play from the two speakers hanging on the stage, and the prelude started.
Tang Ziyun leaned against the edge of the table, holding the microphone, quickly adjusted her posture, and began the humming part of the song.
Being a professional, her voice instantly captivated everyone’s ears the moment it came out.
A few meters away, the entire group listened quietly, with several girls crossing their arms, their faces filled with rapture.
Even the three or four staff members who had been setting up the venue nearby stopped what they were doing in unison and turned to look.
The humming soon ended, and Tang Ziyun began singing.
"I didn’t turn back, just kept walking, dreaming, going wild, never stopping~"
"The more beautiful things get, the closer I am, the deeper I sink, the harder it is to let go, Wherever you go, Wherever you go."
Su Yang stood nearby, smiling as he gave Tang Ziyun a thumbs-up.
Soon, Tang Ziyun’s part ended, and the male lead vocals began.
Su Yang raised his microphone to his mouth and started.
"Follow, every night my reason turns emotional, I drafted this text, saying I don’t care is just my tough talk, always hoping for some reaction from you."
The moment his voice came out, several girls sitting a few meters away immediately stood up, covering their mouths with their hands.
Han Xiaoyu couldn’t help clapping. "So good! I never knew he could rap this well! Is this really not the original track?"
"Original? Are you underestimating my bro Yang?" Liu Bo joked.
Han Xiaoyu was about to explain when Pan Ning’s voice cut in from the side.
"Shh, be quiet and listen!" She had been quietly enjoying the performance, completely absorbed, but the chatter from Han Xiaoyu and Liu Bo disrupted her. Unable to hold back, she glared at them to silence them.
"Oh~ okay~" Han Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue and quickly shut her mouth.
Su Yang kept singing while thinking to himself, ‘This "God of Songs" skill is insane—I can rap this smoothly and still have room to think about other things.’
In truth, his mouth was just moving on autopilot, acting as a conduit for the skill. The "God of Songs" ability was driving him to perform, as he had no actual rap skills.
Though he’d heard the song before, he couldn’t remember the lengthy lyrics, which was why he had the mental bandwidth to muse to himself.
Soon, Su Yang’s first part ended, and Tang Ziyun seamlessly took over.
Another ethereal humming passage followed.
After that, the male vocals returned, and Su Yang started singing again. As he did, he glanced toward Meng Qianyu, who was sitting directly across from him a few meters away.
She sat in her chair, completely entranced, her chin resting on her interlaced fingers as she stared at him intently.
Su Yang smirked inwardly. "Hah, woman, bet you’re mesmerized."
That said, the system didn’t notify him of any increase in her favorability. But he wasn’t in a hurry—after all, she was a woman. If singing a song could boost favorability that easily, he’d spend all his time serenading every woman he met.
Just as he was thinking this, the system’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
[Ding, Shen Yixue’s favorability toward the host has increased to 70. Reward: 5 million.]
—What?
Su Yang froze internally for a second. This was an unexpected surprise.
Instead of Meng Qianyu’s favorability rising, it was Shen Yixue’s. He hadn’t seen this coming at all.
After all, Shen Yixue and Zhang Ziming often bickered, but their relationship seemed solid.
—Is this girl thinking of switching sides? I’d almost forgotten about her favorability, and now it’s gone up? Though 70 is probably the cap—the highest a tool like her can reach.
Su Yang’s mind raced with thoughts, but his singing never faltered.
Soon, he reached the most iconic part of the song.
"High energy ahead!" Liu Bo couldn’t resist shouting from the crowd.
The moment his voice faded, Su Yang launched into the climax.
"We’ve grown accustomed to the world’s Luo Shen Gate, becoming like strangers, two restless hearts stuffed into the same Ferris wheel..."
As these lines hit, several girls screamed in excitement, perfectly in sync.
The atmosphere instantly peaked.
Ye Wan joined in with a few cheers—she hadn’t expected Su Yang to sing this well.
Even Qiao Xiyue, who had been mostly silent beside her, looked at Su Yang differently now, her gaze carrying a hint of admiration.
This woman was, in a word, a bona fide socialite. Her life revolved around yacht parties, tropical island getaways, or posting about high-end afternoon teas at luxury restaurants—pure indulgence.
In a way, her lifestyle aligned well with Su Yang’s own "career."
If they became friends, he wouldn’t mind joining her for some fun.
As Tang Ziyun’s final notes faded, the beautiful duet came to an end.
Su Yang and Tang Ziyun set down their microphones and exchanged a smile.
On the other side, everyone looked like they were still savoring the moment.
Clap clap clap—
While the group remained spellbound, the nearby staff members were the first to start applauding. "You two sounded amazing! So talented, you young folks these days."
Su Yang turned and grinned. "Thanks!"
Only then did Meng Wenzhou and the others snap out of it and join in the applause.
Meng Qianyu stood up with a smile and walked over to Su Yang. "Brother Su Yang, hearing you sing is truly an honor. You were incredible—better than many seasoned professional singers."
"Too kind, too kind. Just a normal performance, really," Su Yang replied with a chuckle. Then he added, "By the way, I’ve heard you’re quite talented yourself. You must sing well too, right? How about giving us a song?"
"Me?" Meng Qianyu pointed at herself.
"Yeah, go for it!" Tang Ziyun chimed in with a smile.
Liu Bo and the others nearby also started egging her on.
"Exactly! Today’s your event—you’re the star. You’ve gotta show us some skills!"
Meng Qianyu waved her hand and smiled shyly. "I’m not a great singer, but I can play the piano."
"That works too! How about a piece then? There’s a piano right over there."
Su Yang pointed toward a black grand piano placed on the right side of the stage.
"Alright~" Meng Qianyu agreed readily and walked toward the piano.
After sitting down and testing the keys, she looked up at the crowd. "I’ll play a recent favorite of mine—The Train to Spring."
Su Yang grinned. "Perfect. That’s a beautiful piece."
Amidst a round of applause, Meng Qianyu slightly lowered her head to adjust her posture, her fair, snow-white hands resting gracefully on the piano keys.
Her slender fingers danced across the keys, weaving a melancholic melody tinged with regret.
Su Yang listened quietly—this piece was the interlude from a movie he had once watched, I Belonged to You.
As the music played, a classic scene flashed through his mind:
A late-night overpass, Peng Peng watching helplessly as his beloved Yanzi stepped into a taxi and drove away. He chased after her, his voice breaking with anguish as he screamed, "Yanzi! How am I supposed to live without you?"
......

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?"

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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.”

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"