Soon, Su Yang got the charcoal burning and placed it into the grill. He turned to Liu Bo and waved, calling out, "Hey, chubby, bring me the sliced meat."
"Got it! Finally, we can start grilling. I’m starving," Liu Bo replied.
Su Yang glanced at his watch and chuckled. "It’s almost nine. Of course you’re hungry. I’ll speed things up."
By then, Meng Qianyu and Pan Ning had finished prepping all the ingredients and walked over to sit beside Su Yang.
Meng Qianyu smiled at him. "Why are you the one grilling? I can handle it."
"Aren’t you supposed to stir-fry a few dishes? Go ahead, I’ll take care of the grill."
"Alright then. I’ll join you after I finish cooking."
"Sure~"
"Ji Bo, come on, let’s grab all the beer from the car," Zhang Ziming called out.
"On it~"
Before long, Meng Qianyu finished stir-frying a few simple dishes and sat down next to Su Yang. Together, they began placing skewered ingredients on the grill.
The others, having finished their tasks, gathered in a circle, chatting and laughing as they waited for the delicious barbecue to be ready.
Liu Bo stood up and headed toward the river. "You guys want fish? I’ll go catch a couple."
Su Yang, busy adjusting the skewers while dodging smoke, laughed. "No need. There’s already more than enough food. You’ll just end up soaked."
"Yeah, chubby, we’ve got plenty. No need," someone else chimed in.
Liu Bo watched the fish swimming by and grinned. "Fine, I’ll spare these little guys then."
Under Su Yang and Meng Qianyu’s teamwork, the grill soon emitted an irresistible aroma.
"Smells amazing~"
"Yeah, is it ready yet, Su Yang? I’m seriously hungry."
Su Yang picked up a skewer, examined it, and smiled. "Almost. Just needs a sprinkle of chili powder."
"Hurry up, man. Sitting next to you is torture—I’m drooling just from the smell."
Soon, the first batch of skewers was done. Su Yang piled them onto a metal plate.
"Chubby, take these over."
"Coming~" Liu Bo cheerfully carried the plate of perfectly grilled meat to the table.
The others quickly grabbed their stools and gathered around the table.
Su Yang and Meng Qianyu didn’t stop, immediately starting the next round of grilling. With eleven people and a small grill, they couldn’t cook everything at once.
"Don’t wait for us. Dig in while it’s hot."
"Really? You sure?"
"Absolutely. Cold barbecue is no good."
"Alright then. I’ll bring some over to feed you later."
Su Yang rolled his eyes at Liu Bo. "No need. Just eat your fill."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Ning walked over with a skewer of grilled beef and said coolly, "Open up."
"Huh?" Su Yang turned and instinctively opened his mouth, letting her feed him the meat.
Beside him, Meng Qianyu’s eyes widened in shock.
Liu Bo burst out laughing. "Oh, so when I offer, you refuse, but when Pan Ning feeds you, you’re all for it?"
Su Yang grinned. "Obviously. If a pretty girl feeds me, I’m not saying no. Same goes for any other lady... heh."
"Fine, fine. I see how it is. You’re a traitor, Su Yang."
Liu Bo chuckled and returned to the table to eat.
Once everyone had moved away, Meng Qianyu leaned closer and whispered, "Su Yang, what’s going on between you and my sister?"
"What do you mean?" Su Yang played dumb.
"Come on. I’ve never seen her feed a guy before."
"Uh... maybe she just thinks I’m working hard and wanted to reward me?"
Meng Qianyu frowned. "She doesn’t even feed me, and I’m grilling too."
"Want me to ask her to bring you some?" Su Yang started to call out.
Meng Qianyu grabbed his arm. "No, I was just joking."
As they talked, Lu Yun stood up from a few meters away and approached, holding two grilled shrimp skewers.
She held one out to Su Yang with a smile. "Here, Su Yang. You haven’t had time to eat."
"Uh... sure." Su Yang laughed and took a bite.
"Mmm, tastes great."
Meng Qianyu’s eyes widened again.
Before she could say anything, Lu Yun offered her the other skewer.
"Qianyu, open up."
"Oh—thanks, Lu Yun."
"No problem~" Lu Yun beamed.
"See? Lu Yun’s the best. My sister didn’t even think of me."
Su Yang just shook his head with a smile.
After Lu Yun left, Meng Qianyu turned to him again, puzzled. "So... what’s your deal with Lu Yun?"
"She’s my high school classmate. Why?"
"Classmate? So you’ve known each other for years?"
"Yeah, a long time."
"Hmm." Meng Qianyu nodded thoughtfully.
[Ding. Detected: Meng Qianyu’s favorability toward host has increased to 20. Reward: 5 million.]
—Huh? It’s already at 20? I didn’t even do anything.
—Looks like hitting 80 within the deadline might be possible.
Su Yang straightened up slightly, angling his face to show off his best side to Meng Qianyu.
Two minutes later, Tang Ziyun approached with a few lamb skewers.
Meng Qianyu thought, ‘Again? Seriously?’
Tang Ziyun bounced over and leaned down beside Su Yang.
"How’s the grilling going?"
"Second batch is almost done."
"Great. Here, have some lamb. You’ve been too busy to eat." She held out a skewer.
Su Yang feigned modesty. "You’re all too kind. I’ll eat later."
"I already brought it. Humor me?"
"Fine, fine." Though he acted reluctant, inwardly, he was thrilled.
[Ding. Host has received affectionate feeding from multiple targets. Mood: extremely pleased. Reward: 1 million.]
Meng Qianyu was utterly baffled now. Even though Tang Ziyun had fed her too, every girl had prioritized Su Yang first.
Once Tang Ziyun left, she grilled him again. "Are you some kind of ladies’ man? Why are they all feeding you?"
"No idea. Maybe they pity me for working hard?"
"I’m working hard too!!" Meng Qianyu pouted.
"Heh, you got fed too, didn’t you?"
"Yeah, but why do they always go to you first? Spill it—are you involved with all of them somehow?"
Su Yang froze. ‘Damn, she’s sharp.’
"Don’t make wild accusations. I’m just likable, okay? Guys and girls both. Didn’t you see Liu Bo trying to feed me earlier?"
Meng Qianyu rolled her eyes in thought—it did seem to be the case.
But now, she was beginning to feel a flicker of curiosity about the man beside her.
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?"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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?!
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.”
