At this time, the others were also on their way. However, Meng Wenzhou, Liu Bo, and Ji Bo arrived a few minutes earlier than Su Yang.
Just as Su Yang parked his car and stepped out, he spotted the three of them standing on the sidewalk ahead, smoking. He walked over and called out, "Old Meng, Fatty, how long have you guys been here?"
Meng Wenzhou and the others turned to look at Su Yang. Liu Bo grinned and said, "Just parked and came out for a smoke." As he spoke, he pulled out a pack of "Emperor 95" cigarettes and handed one to Su Yang, who was approaching.
Su Yang took the cigarette and smiled. "Have you guys eaten yet?"
Meng Wenzhou nodded. "Yeah, we have. What about you?"
"I'm not hungry. I'll eat when we get there."
"Fair enough."
"Yang, where's your car?" Ji Bo tilted his head, scanning the area.
Su Yang turned and pointed toward the roadside. "Over there."
Ji Bo followed Su Yang’s finger and grinned. "Damn, that’s slick! I love it!"
"Get one for yourself, then."
"I’m actually looking into it. Thinking of buying one soon."
"Nice. That car’s a beast. If you’re into performance cars, it’s a solid choice."
"But I’m also considering just going all out and getting a Ferrari Purosangue."
Su Yang shot Ji Bo a sidelong glance. "A little more? That’s like an extra two million!"
Ji Bo chuckled. "Still mulling it over. If I go for the Ferrari, I’ll probably have to beg my dear old dad to chip in three million to cover it..."
Su Yang sighed. "Maybe spare your dad the headache..."
As they chatted and smoked, the rest of the group gradually arrived.
Pan Ning and Meng Qianyu took a private car since they planned to ride with Su Yang, so Pan Ning didn’t drive herself. The two stepped out of a black Audi A8, and the driver helped unload their luggage and gear onto the sidewalk.
Su Yang and the others noticed Pan Ning and Meng Qianyu about thirty meters away.
Today, the two women were dressed in casual yet stylish sportswear. Pan Ning wore a gray baseball cap, a loose khaki T-shirt, and a pair of sexy denim shorts, paired with white embroidered Dior sneakers.
Meng Qianyu had her hair tied up in a high ponytail, topped with a bucket hat. She wore a deep-colored halter-neck sundress that accentuated her long legs, which easily rivaled Pan Ning’s.
Even standing still, the two of them were a breathtaking sight.
"They’re here. Let’s go help," Meng Wenzhou said, noticing them first and motioning to the others.
The four of them quickly walked over, but before they could even greet the girls, Ji Bo sprinted ahead.
"Hello, you two drop-dead gorgeous ladies! Leave the heavy lifting to me—no need for you to lift a finger!" He grinned, grabbing two bags of luggage in one swift motion.
Meng Wenzhou leaned toward Su Yang and muttered, "Damn, this guy’s got some serious simp energy. I don’t remember him being like this before."
Su Yang stifled a laugh. "Can you blame him? Your sisters are stunning."
Meng Wenzhou smirked. "Well… fair point."
Honestly, having two knockout sisters was something he took pride in.
"Bro, stop standing around—come help!" Meng Qianyu commanded, glaring at Meng Wenzhou.
Meng Wenzhou sighed. "Coming, coming."
The girls didn’t have too much stuff, so Su Yang didn’t even need to lift a finger. Liu Bo and Ji Bo carried most of it, while Meng Wenzhou grabbed a smaller bag.
"Let’s load it up."
Soon, all the gear was packed into the back of Liu Bo’s Navigator.
Meng Wenzhou turned to Su Yang. "What about your stuff?"
"It’s already in my car. I didn’t bring much, so no need to move it."
"Got it."
Just then, Zhang Ziming and Shen Yixue arrived, pushing a suitcase and two large bags toward the group.
Shen Yixue looked adorable today, sporting a bun hairstyle, sunglasses, and a pink checkered sundress with white sandals—a unique kind of charm.
Ji Bo, ever the eager helper, rushed over again and took the oversized suitcase from her.
"Here, let me get that. There’s a step here—it’s too heavy for you."
Shen Yixue blinked in surprise before smiling gratefully. "Thank you!"
"No problem, happy to help."
Zhang Ziming watched with wide eyes. "Whoa, since when did you become such a gentleman?"
Ji Bo grinned. "What do you mean? I’ve always been a helpful guy."
"Really?"
"Obviously. Isn’t it clear?" Ji Bo said, hoisting the suitcase.
"Alright, alright. Thanks, man."
"No need for thanks. This way."
Meanwhile, Su Yang walked over to Zhang Ziming. "Give me one of those bags."
"Nah, this is nothing. I’ve been hitting the gym—I’m insanely strong now!"
Ignoring him, Su Yang snatched one of the large bags and laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Hand it over."
Zhang Ziming chuckled. "Heh."
Soon after, Lu Yun, Tang Ziyun, and Ye Wan arrived as well.
Dressed for the trip, the girls were all in casual outfits. Lu Yun wore a light blue T-shirt with white denim shorts. Tang Ziyun had on a gray cropped T-shirt with an asymmetrical cutout design and a black pleated skirt. Ye Wan kept it simple with a floral crop top and flared jeans.
Each of them had a distinct vibe. Compared to Pan Ning and Meng Qianyu’s untouchable elegance, these three felt more like the girl-next-door—approachable and warm.
Once most of the luggage was loaded into Liu Bo’s car, Pan Ning turned to the group. "Let’s go!"
"Alright, let’s roll!"
Under the envious stares of the other guys, Su Yang led four stunning beauties toward his car.
Liu Bo stood there, grinding his teeth. "Meng, man… where’s the justice in this world?!"
Ji Bo, equally indignant, added, "Seriously, our car’s back seat and trunk are packed, but there’s still room for two more. So why are they all squeezing into Yang’s car?"
Meng Wenzhou sighed. "Don’t ask me. I’m jealous too!"
Zhang Ziming, either numb to the unfairness or simply resigned, shrugged. "Let’s just get in the car. Some things you can’t change. Some guys are just born with insane luck when it comes to women. What can you do?"
"Wow, didn’t expect that kind of wisdom from you."
Zhang Ziming smirked. "I’ve made peace with it. No use forcing things."
With that, he turned and headed toward his G-Wagon, calling over his shoulder, "Meng, hurry up and get in!"
"Coming."
...
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?"
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 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.
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."
