Reading the message, Su Yang was momentarily stunned. 'What's going on? Could it be...?'
'No, her favorability is only at 50. It shouldn’t be that.'
He glanced down at his phone, deciding not to overthink it, and replied directly: "Not yet. What’s up?"
The reply from Meng Qianyu came within seconds.
"That beer we had earlier has a strong aftereffect. My head feels a bit dizzy now."
Dizzy? If you're dizzy, just go to sleep. It’s not like I can come over and sleep with you—what else can I do?
Of course, Su Yang kept that thought to himself and didn’t type it out.
Just as he was about to ask further, another message from Meng Qianyu popped up.
"When I’m dizzy, I can’t fall asleep easily. I want to go out for a walk to get some fresh air, but I’m a little scared to go alone. Would... you mind coming out to take a stroll with me?"
Su Yang couldn’t help but smirk at the message. 'Wouldn’t the wind make you even dizzier?'
Again, he kept that remark in his head.
He didn’t reply immediately, waiting a full minute before responding: "Sure, no problem. I usually stay up late anyway, and I don’t have anything to do right now."
"Thank you, Su Yang! Then come out now—I’ll be waiting by the roadside~"
"Alright~"
After sending his reply, Su Yang turned off his phone and sat up.
'This girl... with just 50 favorability, she’s acting like it’s already 70 or 80.'
'Whatever. I can’t miss such a golden opportunity. Let’s go!'
With that thought, he got up, changed into his clothes, and stepped out the door.
Su Yang lived on the second floor, sharing the level with Liu Bo.
He walked down the hallway toward the staircase.
Passing by the room at the end of the corridor, he glanced at the gap under the door—no light seeped through.
"Oh? Already asleep?"
He chuckled to himself and quickly descended the stairs to the villa’s entrance.
After gently closing the door behind him, he turned and headed outside.
Just a few steps onto the road, he spotted Meng Qianyu standing under a streetlight about ten meters away, her head bowed as she checked her phone.
She had changed out of her loose bathrobe and was now wearing a slim black T-shirt, paired with gray athletic shorts and white low-top sneakers. Her fair, slender legs were fully exposed, impossible to miss.
Su Yang quickly scanned her outfit before jogging over, waving lightly as he called out, "Qianyu~"
Hearing his voice, Meng Qianyu looked up and smiled. "Su Yang, you’re here! Sorry for bothering you so late~"
"No worries at all," Su Yang said, closing the distance between them.
Standing in front of her, he grinned. "Aren’t you afraid of getting bitten by mosquitoes wearing such short shorts?"
Meng Qianyu shrugged with a playful smile. "It’s fine. I’m mosquito-resistant."
Su Yang blinked. "There’s such a thing?"
"Yep! Mosquitoes rarely bite me, so I’m not worried~"
"Alright then. Is everyone else asleep?"
Meng Qianyu nodded. "Only my sister is still up."
Su Yang’s eyes flickered as he probed, "Uh... does she know you came out?"
"She does~ I didn’t want to trouble you, but she refused to come with me, so I had no choice but to ask you~"
"Tch, what kind of sister is that? She’s fine with you wandering outside alone at night?"
"I told her I was asking you to join me," Meng Qianyu said, covering her mouth as she giggled.
"And she didn’t say anything?"
"Nope. She just said, 'Do what you want.'"
"Ah... okay. Let’s go then. Which way?"
"Anywhere. Left side?"
Su Yang nodded. "Sure~"
The two strolled leisurely along the left side of the road.
It was nearly 2 a.m., and the neighborhood was quiet. Most of the standalone Chinese-style villas lining the street had their lights off.
After a few steps, Su Yang turned to her. "Still feeling dizzy?"
"A little. I’ve always been like this—if I drink even a bit too much, I get dizzy. The dizziness isn’t the worst part; it’s the insomnia. I have to go out for a walk to shake it off."
"Got it," Su Yang replied.
"Well, walking at night is nice and cool. Feels refreshing."
"Right~"
"By the way, Su Yang, how old are you?" Meng Qianyu looked up at him with a bright smile.
"24."
"Oh, you’re not much older than me! I’m 23."
"Did you just turn 23?"
"Yep~"
"Then I’m about two years older. I’ll be 25 soon."
"When’s your birthday?"
"November 8th. Yours?"
"Mine’s June 26th—just over a month ago."
Su Yang nodded. "So you’re a Gemini, then?"
Meng Qianyu shook her head. "Nope, Cancer~"
"Ah, I don’t know much about zodiac signs."
Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she grinned. "You’re a Scorpio, right?"
"Yeah."
"Scorpio and Cancer—Amazing!!" Meng Qianyu suddenly exclaimed in English.
Su Yang burst out laughing at her outburst. "What’s with the sudden switch to... wait, not dialect—English?"
"Su Yang, according to zodiac compatibility, Scorpio men and Cancer women are the most perfect match—like they’re made for each other! That’s why I think it’s so incredible~"
"Oh? Really? You’re that into astrology?"
"Hehe, I like studying this stuff in my free time," Meng Qianyu said, locking eyes with him.
After a brief second of eye contact, Su Yang chuckled. "Is zodiac stuff even accurate?"
"Well... if you believe in it, it is. If you don’t, it isn’t~"
"What a coincidence, then—me a Scorpio, you a Cancer~"
"Exactly~" Meng Qianyu turned away, her cheeks tinged with a shy smile.
The topic had veered into slightly awkward romantic territory, and both fell silent for a moment.
After walking for another minute, Meng Qianyu glanced toward a narrow path branching off to the right of the sidewalk.
She pointed. "Let’s go this way?"
Su Yang tilted his head to look. The path led into a small garden flanked by flowers and trees, its lighting dimmer than the street’s, creating a serene atmosphere.
He nodded. "Sure, let’s explore. We’ve got time."
"Okay~"
With that, the two turned and stepped onto the garden 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.”

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?"

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?!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!