Hearing this, Su Yang smiled and sat down beside Pan Ning. "We'll have many more firsts to experience together in the future."
Pan Ning turned to look at Su Yang, her lips parting slightly. "Okay~"
After sitting on the bench for a few more minutes, the two got up to try other rides.
However, after riding the roller coaster, attractions like the pirate ship, drop tower, and giant swing no longer gave them the same thrill of weightlessness.
They breezed through most of the rides at Happy Valley with ease and enjoyment.
Finally, they took a leisurely spin on the Ferris wheel, wrapping up their half-day adventure.
As they strolled toward the exit, Pan Ning spotted a candied hawthorn stall with a line of about seven or eight people.
She pointed at the shop a dozen meters away. "I want that~"
Su Yang followed her gaze and grinned. "Let’s go get some."
"Okay."
They joined the queue, and a few minutes later, it was their turn. Su Yang tilted his head toward Pan Ning. "Which one do you want?"
"Strawberry."
"Got it. How many?"
Pan Ning held up a single finger. "One."
"Alright." Su Yang nodded at the vendor. "One strawberry stick. Why are some bigger and some smaller?"
"The small ones are six yuan, the big ones twelve."
"Oh, got it. Give me a big one—this one, the biggest."
"Sure thing, handsome. WeChat Pay’s on the wall."
Su Yang pulled out his phone and scanned the QR code beside the stall to pay.
The vendor quickly bagged the strawberry skewer and handed it to him.
"Thanks."
"No problem~"
Su Yang turned and handed it to Pan Ning. "Here. Didn’t know you liked these."
"Loved them since I was little~"
"Enjoy it then."
"Aren’t you having a bite?"
"Not really my thing."
"No way. You have to try one—the first one’s yours."
Pan Ning plucked a strawberry and held it to Su Yang’s lips.
He chuckled indulgently. "Fine, I’ll take one."
He bit into the large strawberry.
Pan Ning watched him expectantly. "Good?"
"Not bad. Sweet. Your turn."
"Okay~"
Their affectionate exchange drew mixed glances from bystanders—envious looks from women, jealous glares from men.
Su Yang ignored the stares, chatting with Pan Ning as they headed toward the parking lot.
But before they’d gone far, a voice called out from behind them.
"Pan Ning! Hey, Pan!"
Hearing her name, Pan Ning frowned slightly and turned.
About ten meters away, a tall guy around 185 cm was jogging toward them, waving.
He had stylish ash-brown hair, fair skin, sharp features, thick eyebrows, and striking eyes—undeniably handsome.
A pair of sunglasses perched on his face, a Cartier platinum chain around his neck, and a Rolex Daytona on his wrist.
He wore a loose dark gray Givenchy T-shirt, ripped denim shorts, and black-and-white LV sneakers—an effortlessly trendy look.
He wasn’t alone; a long-haired beauty in a black tank top and denim hot pants trailed beside him.
Pan Ning sighed in exasperation.
Su Yang glanced at her. "You know him?"
"That’s Chu Qiunan—the one I told you about."
"Oh? Him? What a coincidence. I was planning to meet him tomorrow, but here he is."
"Ugh~" Pan Ning muttered irritably.
By then, Chu Qiunan had reached them.
He pulled off his sunglasses, beaming at Pan Ning. "What luck running into you here! I thought I recognized you from afar—turns out it really is you."
Pan Ning replied flatly, "What do you want?"
"Can’t I just say hi? We’re friends, aren’t we?"
"Consider it said. I’m leaving." She started to turn away.
Chu Qiunan quickly stepped forward. "Wait, Pan, don’t rush off."
"Spit it out." Pan Ning stopped, annoyance clear.
The girl with Chu Qiunan caught up and eyed him. "Friends of yours, Nan?"
"Yeah, this is Pan Ning."
The girl gave Pan Ning a once-over, a hint of rivalry in her tone. "Oh? So this is the famous beauty you’ve mentioned. She really is stunning~"
"Of course she is~" Chu Qiunan grinned, still ignoring Su Yang entirely.
He turned back to Pan Ning. "Pan, I just left Happy Valley. Looks like you’re heading home too—need a ride?"
"No."
"Don’t be shy. How about dinner first, then I’ll drop you off?"
Pan Ning shot him a cool look. "Do you not see the person next to me?"
Only then did Chu Qiunan glance at Su Yang.
He sized him up dismissively. "Oh, sorry, dude. Didn’t notice you there—thought you were just some passerby~"
Su Yang didn’t even look at him, instead scanning the surroundings. "Pan, is someone talking to me?"
"Heh, real funny, man~"
"Just matching your energy," Su Yang said flatly, finally meeting Chu Qiunan’s eyes.
"Ha! Anyway, Pan Ning’s a good friend of mine. I don’t know what you are to her, but we’ve got plans, so… you’re free to go."
Su Yang gave him an incredulous look. "You seem normal, but your words suggest otherwise. Are you a few fries short of a Happy Meal?"
"What’s that supposed to mean?" Chu Qiunan’s expression darkened.
"Exactly what it sounds like. Is your brain malfunctioning?"
"You—!!"
"Save it. Let’s go, Pan." Su Yang had no interest in continuing.
He took Pan Ning’s hand and walked off.
Chu Qiunan’s face twisted in fury as he lunged in front of them, blocking Su Yang.
"Hold it! Who said you could touch her?"
Su Yang lifted their joined hands. "And who asked you? Are you this desperate for attention?"
"Pfft—" The girl beside Chu Qiunan burst out laughing, clearly catching the jab—though Chu Qiunan seemed oblivious.
He glared at Su Yang. "What are you to her?"
"Isn’t it obvious?" Su Yang raised Pan Ning’s hand again.
Chu Qiunan turned to Pan Ning, seething. "So this is your boyfriend?"
"What else would he be?"
"Fine. Just fine!"
"Enough with the nonsense, move aside." Su Yang shoved Chu Qiunan aside and walked toward the parking lot with Pan Ning.
Chu Qiunan stood rooted to the spot, squinting at their retreating figures as he muttered under his breath, "Damn it, she really does have a boyfriend!"
The girl beside him chuckled lightly. "Since she's taken, why not give up? I'm available, you know~"
"You? How could you even compare to Pan Ning?"
Unfazed, the girl smiled. "Fine, I'm not as pretty as her, but I'm not bad either. Besides, she clearly isn't into you. Why not give me a chance? I like you, after all~"
"Damn it, I can't accept this!" Chu Qiunan completely ignored her words, his voice seething. "I'm taller than that guy, better-looking, and richer. Why would Pan Ning choose him over me?" With that, he stormed off after the pair.
The girl sighed but quickened her pace to follow him.
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.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
