"What did you just say? I didn't catch that. Say it again? And what was that nickname you gave me?" Pan Ning's tone was calm.
But to Meng Wenzhou, it sounded like a deadly triple interrogation.
His eyes blinked rapidly as he turned to look at Su Yang and Ji Bo, his facial muscles twitching involuntarily.
"Uh... well, I just remembered I left my air conditioner on at home. What a waste of electricity! I should go turn it off. Gotta run!"
With that, he sprang up from his seat and bolted out of the rooftop garden.
"Meng Wenzhou!! Stop right there!!" Pan Ning shouted angrily, sprinting after him.
The commotion instantly drew everyone's attention, and heads turned toward the scene.
Liu Bo stopped dancing, releasing Xiao Liang, who looked utterly miserable, and rushed over. "Yang, what's going on?"
Su Yang was bent over, clutching his stomach, tears streaming from his laughter.
Ji Bo was even worse—he had laughed so hard he rolled off his chair onto the floor.
"What's so funny? Share the joke!" Liu Bo demanded impatiently.
By then, the others had gathered around too.
Zhang Ziming stared blankly at Su Yang and Ji Bo, who were practically wheezing with laughter.
"What's up with you guys? Is it really that funny? Let us in on it!"
"You... hahahaha." Su Yang could barely speak between laughs. He raised a hand. "Just... give me a second."
Meng Qianyu walked up to Su Yang and peered down at him. "What happened? Why did my brother run off?"
"No idea!"
After a few seconds, Su Yang finally regained his composure.
He wiped the tears from his face and stood up.
Liu Bo pressed closer. "Come on, Yang, spill it! What happened?"
"Your Brother Meng was badmouthing Sister Pan... and she heard him."
"WHAT?? Brother Meng has the guts to talk smack about Sister Pan?" Liu Bo exclaimed in disbelief.
Meng Qianyu covered her mouth, giggling. "Then my brother's done for... he's gonna be black and blue for sure."
"Ahh!!"
"Ow!!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong!!"
No sooner had she spoken than Meng Wenzhou's intermittent screams echoed from a distant corner.
"Looks like he didn’t get away," Zhang Ziming remarked, grinning smugly as he glanced in that direction.
Liu Bo sidled up to Su Yang and whispered, "Yang, what exactly did Brother Meng say? Tell me."
Su Yang froze, then took two steps back, eyeing Liu Bo warily. "You trying to get me killed?"
"I swear I won’t tell!"
"No way. If you're curious, ask Brother Meng yourself. I'm not risking it—way too dangerous!"
Meng Qianyu chuckled and turned to leave.
But after two steps, she spun back around and warned the group, "You guys should probably scatter before my sister comes back..."
"Oh, right, right! Drinks, drinks!" Zhang Ziming grabbed Shen Yixue’s hand and hurried away.
The others, though still confused, dispersed as well, returning to their drinks and songs.
"Yang, I gotta hand it to you—I really admire how you managed to win over Sister Pan," Liu Bo muttered under his breath.
Su Yang rolled his eyes and coughed into his hand. "Go back to dancing."
......
Two minutes later, Pan Ning strode back in first.
She looked completely unruffled, heading straight for Zhang Ziming and the others at the drinks table.
"Where’s Brother Meng?" Liu Bo craned his neck toward the distance.
"Wanna go check on him?"
"Sure." Liu Bo was about to head over when Meng Wenzhou limped back into view.
The group immediately clenched their jaws, struggling not to laugh.
Meng Wenzhou acted as if nothing had happened. He smoothed his slightly disheveled hair and grinned at Su Yang and the others. "What’s with the stares?"
"Uh... you okay?" Su Yang asked, barely suppressing a smirk.
"What do you mean? I’m fine! Totally fine!" He spread his arms confidently.
"Then what was all that screaming about earlier?"
"Huh? Me? I didn’t scream."
"Must’ve been my imagination," Su Yang teased.
"Definitely your imagination."
"Oh, okay then. Anyway, let’s drink!"
......
Over two hours later, the party wound down.
Everyone had been drinking, so driving was out of the question. Meng Wenzhou had planned to book rooms for everyone at the hotel, but no one wanted to stay, so they dropped the idea.
Soon, they took the elevator down to the hotel’s outdoor parking lot.
Su Yang glanced at Lu Yun and Tang Ziyun, who were arm in arm. "You two aren’t too drunk, are you?"
"Pfft, please. This is nothing," Tang Ziyun slurred, her gaze unfocused.
Su Yang sighed. "You’re definitely drunk."
"Hehe, no I’m not~"
Shaking his head, Su Yang turned to Lu Yun.
"No need to come to the restaurant tomorrow. I’ll let Old Gao know."
Lu Yun nodded with a smile.
"Did you call a driver?" Su Yang asked.
"Yep~ Little Tang’s staying at my place tonight. We’re going shopping for gear tomorrow."
Su Yang raised an eyebrow. "You two got close fast."
"Hehe, Lu and I just click~ It’s like we were sisters in a past life," Tang Ziyun chimed in.
"Now you’re really talking nonsense," Su Yang chuckled. "Alright then. I can’t drive you since I’ve been drinking, but text me when you get home."
"Got it~"
A few minutes later, a driver in a blue vest arrived. After saying their goodbyes, Lu Yun and Tang Ziyun got into the car and left.
The others’ drivers showed up one after another.
Pan Ning walked over to Su Yang. "Did you call a driver?"
"Not yet."
"What are you waiting for?"
"Well..."
It suddenly dawned on Su Yang—thanks to his "Alcohol Immunity" skill, all the alcohol he’d consumed had already metabolized.
Aside from the smell, he was completely sober. There wasn’t a drop of alcohol left in his system, so he didn’t actually need a driver.
"Did you call one?" he asked instead.
"I don’t need to," Pan Ning replied flatly.
"No? So we’re taking a cab?"
"Who said we’re leaving together? My dad’s driver is picking me up. I need to go home and pack, and Qianyu’s coming with me."
"Oh, right. Got it."
Just then, two cars pulled into the hotel driveway.
Two men stepped out—one in his twenties, the other in his thirties.
The younger one looked familiar to Su Yang—he was the guy who’d driven Meng Wenzhou at the airport before.
The older man was Pan Ning’s father’s chauffeur.
After quick greetings, everyone got into their respective cars and drove off.
Pan Ning and Meng Qianyu climbed into the back of the Urus. Su Yang raised a hand, miming a phone call.
Pan Ning nodded. "We’re heading out. See you tomorrow."
"Goodbye, Su Yang." Meng Qianyu tilted her head and gave him a soft smile.
"Take care on your way home. See you tomorrow."
...

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.”

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?!

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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?"