Behind the massive tire-shaped gate lay an expansive plaza. At this moment, the base camp was swarming with tourists who had driven here from every corner of the country.
The stream of people was endless, and the sound of voices rose and fell in a cacophony of excitement. It was incredibly lively.
The roadside near the base camp and the plaza itself were packed with SUVs.
There were Mercedes G-Wagons, Toyota Prados, Jeep Wranglers, Ford Broncos, Nissan Patrols, Land Rover Defenders, and so on.
Of course, there were plenty of domestic vehicles too—even more than the joint-venture and imported ones. At a glance, the most common were hardcore off-roaders like the Tank 300, 400, 500, 700, the Haval Big Dog, and the H9.
For a moment, it felt like walking into an auto show.
However, the arrival of Su Yang and his group quickly drew the gaze of other tourists.
Mainly because the three cars they were driving were a bit *too* opulent, especially the lead vehicle: a Black Badge Mansory Rolls-Royce Cullinan.
"Holy crap?? Look, a Cullinan."
"Damn! That doesn't look like a standard Black Badge; I think that's the Mansory custom edition."
"Are you kidding me? That’s a tycoon right there. Who drives a ten-million-yuan car for a road trip?"
"You don't understand the world of the rich. The Range Rover behind it isn't cheap either—top trim, extended wheelbase. That’s over four million on the road."
"Insane. Only the third one, the Navigator, is slightly 'worse'."
"That depends on who you compare it to. Compared to the first two, sure, it lags behind. But compared to our cars? It’s a total crush. That’s still a luxury car worth one point three or four million."
"True."
"Hai-A license plates. They're from Tianhai Province. Probably a few rich second-generation kids taking girls out for fun."
"Ten to one, that's it."
Su Yang and his friends naturally didn't hear these comments as they found an open spot to park.
Everyone stepped out briskly.
Meng Qianyu, camera already around her neck, began snapping photos excitedly everywhere she looked.
"There are so many people here!"
"This is the starting point of the G328 Sichuan-Tibet line. Many people come here to check in and take photos before entering Tibet," Su Yang explained.
Meng Qianyu nodded. "No wonder. I was wondering why there were so many cars."
"Look, that gate is so beautiful. Let's take a group photo!"
"Sure."
They walked under the tire-shaped gate. Seeing a group of four or five young people passing by, Su Yang called out politely, "Hello, handsome guys, beautiful ladies."
The group turned around. Two of the girls exchanged surprised glances upon seeing Su Yang, whispering, "He's so handsome..."
One of the guys walked over, a bit stunned. "Calling us?"
"Yes. Could I trouble you to take a picture for us?"
"Oh, a photo? Sure, no problem."
"Great, thanks a lot."
"No worries, no worries. You guys are planning to self-drive into Tibet too, right?"
"Yes, just stopping by to check in before we head out."
The guy took the camera Su Yang handed him and laughed. "Haha, looks like we're all in the same boat."
"Indeed. Just capturing the memory."
"Alright, get in position."
"Okay." Su Yang turned back to his group. The guys stood in the back, the girls in the front.
After they all made hand gestures, the passerby asked, "Ready?"
"Ready."
"Here we go."
*Click, click.*
The guy pressed the shutter rapidly, taking four or five shots in a row.
"Done," he called out after finishing.
Su Yang walked up with a smile and took the camera back. "Thanks, man."
"No big deal. You guys are a seriously good-looking group. Impressive," the guy said, giving a thumbs up.
"Haha, you guys too," Su Yang replied with a smile.
After the strangers left, Meng Qianyu, Su Qingci, and Zhong Qing ran up to Su Yang. "Let us see the photos!"
Su Yang handed the camera back to Meng Qianyu. "They turned out pretty well."
"Really?"
"Yeah, not bad at all."
At that moment, Zhang Ziming walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, pointing to a building diagonally across from them. "There's a G328 Road Culture Experience Hall over there. Want to check it out?"
"Let's go. We're already here, might as well."
"Alright, just a quick look, then we hit the road."
"Okay."
They turned and walked toward the experience hall. Upon entering, they saw a sentence written on one of the walls:
*— No one can tell you what the G328 is; you can only find out by setting off.*
Su Yang stared at the wall for a few seconds, then nodded. "Well said."
Meng Wenzhou laughed. "The road trip vibes are getting stronger."
"Yeah, I can't wait to set foot on that beautiful highway," Liu Bo said, walking up and draping his arms around their shoulders.
"Let's just look around and go. Where are the girls?"
Meng Wenzhou tilted his head and looked around. The girls had vanished as soon as they entered.
"Over there," Zhang Ziming said, pointing to the right.
They turned to see Meng Qianyu once again using her camera to take commemorative photos of the girls.
"Come on, let's go take a few with them."
"Okay."
After snapping a few photos and wandering around briefly, they left the experience hall.
Not far from the entrance was a supply center. Although none of them had suffered from altitude sickness when climbing Yulong Snow Mountain previously, oxygen canisters were something they needed to stock up on, just in case.
Su Yang, Meng Wenzhou, and Liu Bo each bought a box to put in their respective cars.
Then, they got back into their vehicles and drove forward. After filling their tanks at a roadside gas station, the three cars headed west along the G328 National Highway. They had officially set off!
......
The G328 National Highway was different from the expressway; they couldn't drive very fast.
After all, it was just a national road. Besides various cars, there were many large trucks. The further west they went, the more treacherous the road became, with intricate and winding mountain passes.
Of course, the scenery along the national highway was far more beautiful than what one would see from the expressway.
Along the way, the girls in Su Yang's car rolled down the windows. They admired the scenery retreating behind them while chatting and singing.
Hearing their bell-like laughter and singing, Su Yang realized he hadn't turned on any music yet.
Back when he was still working a 9-to-5 job, he used to constantly watch videos of people driving to Tibet. He had been incredibly envious.
Listening to those "resignation anthems," he had wanted to quit on the spot and leave that very afternoon.
But reality was cruel. Back then, he didn't have the capital to do so. He had to suppress the restlessness in his heart, thinking that one day, when he had saved enough money, he would buy a small car and just go.
But now, everything was different. He was on that very road, driving a multi-million-dollar luxury car, surrounded by beauties.
In the past, he wouldn't have even dared to dream of such a scene.
Su Yang quickly selected a classic song: *Once You* (Ceng Jing De Ni).
Hearing the music, the girls tacitly stopped their chaotic singing.
The intro slowly filled the car cabin. Two seconds later, the vocals drifted out.
*— I once dreamed of roaming the world with a sword~*
*— To see the prosperity of the world~*
As soon as the music started, everyone couldn't help but sing along. Even Pan Ning hummed along with the melody.
*— The heart of youth is always a bit reckless.*
*— Now, the whole world is your home!*
Accompanied by the singing and the beautiful scenery ahead, Su Yang felt goosebumps rise all over his body.
No matter what happens, no matter how long it takes, the most beautiful scenery is always on the road. As long as you set off, you will arrive.
[Ding! Detected that the host is taking a road trip on Route 328, is in a great mood, and is thoroughly enjoying the experience. Reward: 3 million.]
At this moment, the three people in the back seat had their arms around each other's shoulders, swaying their bodies continuously to the rhythm of the music.
"Woohoo, I'm so happy!" Meng Qianyu shouted.
Su Qingci also smiled. "Yeah, the weather is perfect, and the scenery is gorgeous. The views along this road are ten times prettier than taking the freeway!!"
"Exactly. There is a reason why this route is known as one of the most beautiful highways in China."
Su Yang laughed. "Don't be in such a hurry, this is just the beginning. The most beautiful scenery is still waiting for us up ahead."
"Can't wait!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
As they chatted, the three cars quickly changed lanes, overtaking a large truck in front of them.
The stretch of road ahead was temporarily wide open, without a single other car in sight.
"Sit tight, I'm going to pick up the speed a little."
Right after the warning, Su Yang stepped on the gas pedal, and the car rapidly shot forward.

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?"

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

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.”

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."