"Huh? Why did they close the curtains?" Liu Bo asked, stunned.
"They're probably changing clothes. We're acting a bit like creeps, so stop looking. Let's figure out what we're having for dinner."
The group turned around and sat down properly, averting their gaze. Meng Wenzhou took out his phone, searched for a moment, and suggested, "How about Tibetan food?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Then it's settled."
Soon, Meng Wenzhou made a reservation at a Tibetan restaurant in the center of Kangding.
Afterward, they sat together to discuss the itinerary for the rest of the trip.
"None of you have been to Kangding before, right?" Meng Wenzhou asked.
"Nope."
"Then we can hang around Kangding for a bit. Since it's getting late today, let's just rest up and stroll around the county town. Tomorrow, we can check out the surrounding areas. I heard the scenery nearby is beautiful."
Su Yang checked his phone and said, "How about this? Tomorrow we head directly to Xinduqiao on the way, and then head north to Yuzixi."
"Yuzixi? That place sounds so familiar. I feel like I've heard of it somewhere," Liu Bo mused.
"Duh, how could you not have heard of such a famous place?" Zhang Ziming rolled his eyes at Liu Bo.
"Is there anything fun to do there?"
Su Yang looked at his phone and said calmly, "It's a viewing platform surrounded by snow-capped mountains on all sides. You can see Mount Yala, Mount Siguniang, and Mount Gongga all at the same time."
"Holy crap? That badass? What's the elevation?"
"Four thousand two hundred meters."
"Four thousand two? That's pretty high. Can we camp there?"
"Of course. Speaking of camping, we can pitch our tents at Yuzixi tomorrow night and wake up early to catch the sunrise hitting the golden peaks."
"Sounds pretty good. How's the weather tomorrow?" Zhang Ziming asked with a nod.
"Not bad. It's going to be another sunny day."
"Then it's settled!"
Meanwhile, in the girls' room.
The girls were lying on their beds, resting and playing on their phones.
Just as Su Yang had guessed, Pan Ning and Meng Qianyu shared one bed, Tang Ziyun and Su Qingci shared another, and Zhong Qing and Gao Yue took the third.
"What time is it?" Meng Qianyu looked up after napping on her stomach for a while.
Su Qingci, on the middle bed, replied calmly, "Four-thirty."
"Only four-thirty? Why does it feel like five or six?"
"Are you hungry?"
"It's okay, not really hungry... just a bit bored."
"We just got here, let's rest a bit more. We'll call them at five to go eat."
"I heard there's a Love Song Square in the town. Do you guys know about it?"
Tang Ziyun nodded. "Yeah, I know it. It's in the busiest part of town."
"What goes on there?"
"Dancing, singing, the usual. We can go check it out after dinner tonight."
"Alright." Meng Qianyu agreed, then turned her head to look at Pan Ning beside her.
"What are you doing, sis?"
"Scrolling through TikTok," Pan Ning said expressionlessly, leaning against the headboard.
"Why are you always scrolling through TikTok whether you're busy or not? Is it that interesting? Come on, let's chat."
"Chat about what?"
Some images suddenly popped into Meng Qianyu's mind. She really wanted to ask Pan Ning if she and Su Yang chatted when they slept together at night, but that was just a fleeting thought; she'd never have the guts to actually ask.
Of course, some things didn't need asking to be understood.
Meng Qianyu thought for a moment and said, "What do you guys think the boys next door are doing?"
"Smoking," Pan Ning said, staring at her phone without changing her expression.
"Forget it, I'm not talking to you. You're no fun." Meng Qianyu turned to look at Su Qingci and smiled. "Little Su, what do you think the boys are doing?"
"How should I know? Chatting, probably, or sleeping."
"Why don't we open the curtains and take a peek?"
"Sure." Su Qingci was intrigued.
The two got up, walked to the window on the right, and stealthily pulled back the curtain to look.
They saw Su Yang and the other three sitting on the sofa, smoking and chatting idly.
"They really are smoking. Is it actually that good? They're making me want to try it."
Su Qingci immediately stopped her. "You can't try it. That stuff is addictive."
"One puff shouldn't hurt, right?"
"Uh... probably not. Do you really want to smoke?"
"Just to try it out."
"But you don't have any cigarettes," Su Qingci smiled, glancing at Tang Ziyun.
"They do. Come on, let's go ask them." Meng Qianyu was a woman of action; no sooner had she spoken than she moved.
"Huh?" Before Su Qingci could react, Meng Qianyu grabbed her and prepared to head out the door.
"Wait, wait, wait!! Qianyu, I haven't put my pants on yet!!"
......
After Su Qingci put on her pants, the two pushed the door open and walked out, arriving at the guys' room next door in just a few steps.
Since Su Yang and the others had left the curtains on the left side and the door open, they spotted Meng Qianyu and Su Qingci immediately.
"What are those two doing?" Meng Wenzhou asked.
"Who knows? I'll get the door." Liu Bo stood up, walked to the entrance, pulled the door open, and asked with a grin, "What can I do for two super-invincible beauties?"
Meng Qianyu pulled Su Qingci into the room and smiled. "We're here to bum a cigarette to try."
"......"
The four guys thought they had misheard. After exchanging glances, Meng Wenzhou looked at Meng Qianyu and asked, "You want what?"
"A cigarette!"
"A cigarette?"
"Yeah."
Meng Wenzhou scratched his head, unable to process for a moment how those words had come out of Meng Qianyu's mouth.
He confirmed again, "Say that again. What do you want?"
"A cigarette!! A smoke, tobacco! Bro, you aren't that old, how are you already going hard of hearing?"
"Heh, alright, alright." Meng Wenzhou stood up and smiled faintly at Meng Qianyu.
"Come here, I'll give it to you." Meng Wenzhou crooked his finger.
Meng Qianyu walked up with her hands behind her back, grinning.
Once she was close enough, Meng Wenzhou seized the opportunity to pinch her ear with one hand and smack her bottom with the other.
"Cigarettes! I'll give you cigarettes!"
"Ahhh! Ow! Ow! Bro, what are you doing?!" Meng Qianyu shrieked as she got spanked.
Su Yang and the others covered their mouths, trying to stifle their laughter as they watched the show.
"Who taught you to ask for cigarettes?"
"Myself!"
"Hey? You're getting more and more rampant, aren't you?! See if I don't straighten you out."
Although Meng Wenzhou sounded fierce, he wasn't actually hitting her hard; it was just for show.
Meng Qianyu found an opening, grabbed the spectating Su Qingci, and bolted out of the room.
"Hey!! That little girl's guts are getting bigger and bigger. She actually dared to ask me for a smoke!!"
Su Yang laughed. "I'm guessing she sees us smoking all the time and just wanted to try it."
Meng Wenzhou was so angry he wanted to laugh. Watching the two girls run back to their room, he shook his head. "Girls shouldn't be smoking. If she comes to you guys privately, you absolutely cannot give her any."
"Don't worry, Old Meng. I wouldn't give her one even if it killed you," Zhang Ziming laughed.
Meng Wenzhou paused. "Killed who?"
"Killed... you. Even if it killed you, I wouldn't give her one."
"Hey, you little punk!" Meng Wenzhou rushed forward and started 'grappling' with Zhang Ziming.
......
Back in the other room, Meng Qianyu fumed, "Damn Meng Wenzhou!! Just wait until we get back, I'm telling on him!"
"What happened?" Tang Ziyun asked, looking at the furious Meng Qianyu.
"Hmph! I can't believe he actually hit me."
"Sis, you have to get revenge for me!" Meng Qianyu pouted as she walked over to Pan Ning, seeking support.
"Why did he hit you? What did you do to provoke him?"
"All I did was go over to bum a cigarette from them, and he pinched my ear and spanked me! He did it right in front of Su Yang and the guys, too. I was so embarrassed I could have died!"
Pan Ning rolled her eyes, speechless. "Serves you right."
......

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?"

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.

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.