Su Yang parked the car in the hotel's parking lot.
Then, accompanied by four stunning women, he strolled leisurely into the hotel lobby. A waiter in a vest and shirt quickly approached them with a slight bow.
"Welcome to Kaibin Hotel. Good afternoon to all five of you."
Su Yang, leading the group, nodded at the waiter with a smile. "Hello, I'd like to check in."
"Of course, sir. Please follow me."
Hearing this, Tang Ziyun stepped forward and stopped Su Yang. "Su Yang, let me handle the check-in for everyone."
"No need, I'll do it."
"Come on, last time we went out, we agreed that when there's a chance, I'd contribute too!"
Su Yang chuckled and shook his head. "There'll be plenty of opportunities later. No rush for now."
"No, let me do it!" Tang Ziyun insisted, pulling Su Yang behind her before quickly following the waiter to the front desk to complete the check-in.
Watching this exchange, Su Yang and Pan Ning exchanged glances, with Pan Ning giving a slight nod.
"Alright, fine."
Soon, Tang Ziyun returned with ten room keys, smiling as she walked toward the group waiting in the lounge area, her hands clasped behind her back.
"Here, everyone pick a key."
She spread her hands, revealing ten cards.
Seeing so many keys, Su Qingci blinked in surprise. "One room for each of us?"
"Of course! I thought everyone might not be comfortable sharing, so I booked ten rooms."
"Isn't that a bit wasteful?" Su Qingci scratched her nose hesitantly.
"It's not wasteful at all. Everyone needs a place to stay. Go ahead and take one."
Meng Qianyu leaned in and picked a key for Room 5003 on the 50th floor. "I want a higher floor so I can enjoy the night view later. Hehe."
Tang Ziyun grinned. "They're all about the same. I checked—most of our rooms are on the 49th and 50th floors."
Su Yang shrugged. "You all pick first. I'll take whatever's left."
Soon, the four women had each chosen a key, and Tang Ziyun turned to Su Yang.
He casually picked one from her hand and glanced at it. "5008. Nice."
"I'm in 5007!" Su Qingci held up her key and smiled at Su Yang.
Noticing this, Meng Qianyu rolled her big, sparkling eyes and sidled up to Su Qingci. "Qingci, wanna swap with me?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Uh... I didn’t notice there was a room with the number 7 earlier. Seven’s my lucky number, so... could we switch?" Meng Qianyu tugged at Su Qingci’s sleeve, pouting.
Hearing this, Su Qingci wasn’t keen on swapping but found it hard to refuse. Just as she was about to agree, Tang Ziyun raised her own key.
"Qianyu, how about I swap with you? My room number also has a seven."
"Oh? What’s yours?"
"5017."
"Uh..." Meng Qianyu froze, momentarily speechless.
Pan Ning, fully aware of Meng Qianyu’s little scheme, shot her a look. "Enough with the swapping. Stick with what you’ve picked."
"Fine... I’ll just keep mine then."
Su Qingci tilted her head. "So you don’t want to switch anymore, Qianyu?"
"Nope, never mind!"
"Great!"
Su Yang, sitting off to the side, shook his head in amusement before turning to Pan Ning. "What’s your room?"
Pan Ning took a seat beside him. "5009."
"Oh, that works—you're right next to me too~"
Meng Qianyu, smiling brightly, plopped down beside Pan Ning, tugging at her sleeve. "Sis, wanna switch seats with me~?"
"No!"
Meng Qianyu: "......"
Su Yang chuckled, pulling out his phone and opening the group chat to @ the others: "Where are you guys at?"
Zhang Ziming: "We’re almost at the Lincheng toll gate."
Ji Bo: "We’re close too~"
Su Yang: "Alright, we’ll wait for you at the hotel. Here’s the address."
After sending the message, he shared the hotel’s location in the group.
Zhang Ziming: "Got it~"
Ji Bo: "Copy that!"
Chu Qiunan: "Damn, Su Yang, you’re really fast."
Su Yang: "Fast when I need to be, slow when I should be~"
Chu Qiunan: "[wicked grin]"
Su Yang: "Hurry up, you lot!"
......
After sending the last message, Su Yang turned off his phone.
The five of them headed upstairs to their rooms to drop off their light luggage.
About ten minutes later, they returned to the hotel lobby’s lounge area to continue waiting.
A server approached with five cups of tea, setting them on the table. "Here you go, folks~"
"Thanks! Hey, man, quick question—aside from sour beef hotpot, what other good eats does Lincheng have?" Su Yang grinned up at the server, who was still holding the tray.
The server pondered for a moment. "Oh, there’s plenty. Just hotpot alone, we’ve got dozens of varieties—aside from sour beef, there’s fermented black bean hotpot, bean-and-pork hotpot, spicy chicken hotpot, and so on."
Pausing to think, he added, "Then there’s all the street food: silk dolls, potato cakes, plain rice noodles, intestine-and-blood noodles, beef rice noodles, lamb rice noodles, ‘love tofu’... and more~"
"Oh? Sounds interesting. What’s ‘love tofu’?"
"It’s grilled tofu blocks sliced open and stuffed with cilantro and fishwort mixed with chili paste. Though, fair warning, a lot of out-of-towners can’t stand fishwort, so they miss out on this one~"
Su Yang laughed. "I love fishwort. Any places nearby that sell it?"
"Yep! Head right out the hotel gate, down the bridge, and you’ll hit a street full of food stalls. You can check it out later."
"Sweet, thanks, man~"
"No problem~" The server smiled and walked off.
Meng Qianyu tilted her head at Su Yang. "Su Yang, I wanna try the love tofu~"
"You sure you can handle fishwort?"
"Probably? Never had it before, but I’m down to try~"
"Alright, we’ll go explore once the others get here."
"Deal!"
They chatted in the lobby for another half hour before the group chat buzzed.
Su Yang checked his phone.
Zhang Ziming: "We’re at the hotel entrance~"
Su Yang glanced out the window. "They’re here. I’ll go check."
He stood and headed outside, where Meng Wenzhou’s white Range Rover was pulling into a parking spot.
Su Yang walked over, watching Meng Wenzhou reverse. "You guys are slow."
Meng Wenzhou adjusted the steering wheel, eyes on the rearview mirror. "You’re just ridiculously fast. I’m driving at a normal pace—if anything, I sped up."
"What about the others?"
"Probably just left the toll gate. They’re even slower."
"Go drop your bags in your rooms first, then we’ll head out to explore."
"Roger that!"
Soon after, Meng Wenzhou and the other two finished unpacking upstairs and came down. Ji Bo had just texted that they were on their way to the city center.
Su Yang gathered everyone and said, "Let’s head out and explore the area first. We’ll go for dinner once they arrive."
"Did you already pick a place?" Meng Wenzhou asked.
Su Yang nodded. "Yeah, it’s nearby—a spot called Big Beard Sour Soup Beef. We can just walk over later."
"Alright, let’s check out the streets around here first."
...

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

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!