Watching the group messages the whole time, Meng Qianyu saw this and ran into the kitchen to say to Shen Yixue, "Sister Xue, Brother Su Yang is inviting friends over for a gathering tomorrow."
Shen Yixue, who was preparing dog food, turned around in surprise and said, "Let them come, isn't that great? Everyone can have a lively time together. It's been a while since we hung out with everyone."
"Ziming is coming too, look." Meng Qianyu handed her phone to Shen Yixue.
Shen Yixue took a look and smiled indifferently, "If he comes, he comes, what does it matter? Besides, didn't you see what he said? It's not like they're enemies."
Meng Qianyu smiled, "You guys are so open-minded. If it were me, I probably wouldn't want to see him again."
"It's no big deal, it's just a breakup. Being together before is a thing of the past. Now that we're separated, we should wish each other well. Why do we have to cut all ties? We can still be friends in the future."
"Alright, you have a point."
"By the way, what group is this? Why am I not in it? Are you isolating me?" Shen Yixue joked.
"No, this is the group we created when we went on that road trip."
"Oh, okay."
Meanwhile, Su Yang was lying on a massage chair, feeling physically and mentally relaxed. The massage chair felt like real human hands and was incredibly comfortable.
Su Yang tilted his head and looked at his phone. The people in the group were confirmed, but there were still some who weren't in the group that he needed to invite. He started asking them one by one.
He first found Lu Yun's WeChat and sent a message: "Little Lu, what are you doing?"
Lu Yun almost always replied to Su Yang's messages in seconds: "Watching a movie~ What's up?"
"It's like this, didn't I get a courtyard by Lianwu Lake? It's finished now, so I was thinking of inviting all our friends over for a get-together."
"I've heard you mention it."
"Right, so do you have any plans tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow works, I have both tomorrow and the day after off."
"That's great, I was worried you wouldn't come again."
"Hehe, there was a reason I didn't go with you guys last time."
Su Yang smiled, "Alright. By the way, remember to invite Little Yu along tomorrow... Never mind, I'll just tell her myself."
"Yeah, you really should be the one to tell her. After all, you're the host. If you don't invite her personally, she might feel too awkward to come."
"Okay, I know, I'll ask her right now."
"Alright. By the way, will there be a lot of people?" Lu Yun asked.
"Should be quite a few, probably over a dozen. But you know most of them, like Panpan, Old Meng, and the others."
"Okay, it's been a while since I've seen them anyway. Let's chat more when we meet tomorrow."
"Okay."
After exiting the chat with Lu Yun, Su Yang found Xia Zhiyu's WeChat to ask her.
Initially, Little Yu was a bit shy about it, but after hearing that Lu Yun was going, she agreed.
After asking Lu Yun and Xia Zhiyu, Su Yang contacted Ren Lingxi, Jiang Mengyun, Xu Zilin, and Xia Li one by one.
The responses from these four were surprisingly consistent; they all readily agreed.
'Oh? The others are fine, but I didn't expect Xia Li to agree too.'
Su Yang naturally had his reasons for inviting Xia Li. After all, Xia Li was the general manager of Xingling Media. She basically handled most of the company's big and small matters, so he had to maintain their relationship from time to time.
'Hmm... wait a minute, damn it, aren't there going to be a bit too many beautiful women coming tomorrow?'
'Ah, whatever, let it be. Eh? Wait, there are still people I haven't invited.'
Su Yang suddenly remembered that he hadn't notified his old friends Zhao Mengrou and Gu Xiaoman. Leaving Gu Xiaoman aside for a moment, at the very least, Zhao Mengrou had been very good to him.
She had helped him out both times he rented an apartment, so he definitely had to invite her. As for Gu Xiaoman, it didn't really matter whether he invited her or not.
However, she had a great relationship with Zhao Mengrou, and it wouldn't be very appropriate to invite Zhao Mengrou but not Gu Xiaoman.
'Forget it, I'll just invite them all. Oh right, and Li Muhan.'
Next, Su Yang asked these three one by one.
Zhao Mengrou naturally had no problem, and Gu Xiaoman, an open-minded woman, also readily agreed.
Considering that if Li Muhan and Jiang Mengyun left the coffee shop, there would be no one to make coffee, Su Yang first went to Jiang Mengyun.
Jiang Mengyun straightforwardly declared that the coffee shop would be closed tomorrow.
Only then did Su Yang contact Li Muhan, and after chatting, Li Muhan also agreed.
'There are a lot of people this time. Damn, they're almost all girls, and all beautiful ones at that.'
Lying there, Su Yang continued his thought, 'There shouldn't be anyone else, right?'
After thinking for a moment, Su Yang sprang up and shouted, "Holy crap!! Damn it, I almost forgot my good bro."
Seeing Su Yang's reaction, Pan Ning looked up and said, "What are you doing, getting all startled like that? What good bro?"
"A friend I grew up with, I almost forgot to invite him."
"Tch, I thought you had a cramp."
Su Yang smiled and found Song Anquan's WeChat, sending a message: "Anquan, what are you doing?"
"Studying the structure of an engine!" Song Anquan replied.
"Holy crap? You're really working hard, studying anytime and anywhere."
"Isn't that what you told me? To study hard."
Seeing this, Su Yang scratched his head and typed back: "I give you a thumbs up. Stop studying for now and come over to my courtyard to hang out and relax tomorrow."
"What courtyard? [Dumbfounded]" Song Anquan replied with a blank expression emoji.
"Hey? Did you study yourself silly? Didn't I tell you before? I built a small courtyard by Lianwu Lake and it's finished now, so I'm inviting my friends over for a gathering tomorrow."
"Oh? Really?"
"Yeah, a lot of people are coming. You can also take this opportunity to meet my friends."
"Sure! What time tomorrow?"
"Around noon. Come early to hang out."
"Alright, it just so happens I have tomorrow off. But can I bring my wife?"
Seeing this, Su Yang rolled his eyes and replied: "No. What kind of question is that, kid? Bring her. Isn't your wife my sister-in-law? How could I not let you bring her?"
"Hehe, alright."
"I sent you the address."
"Ok, see you tomorrow!"
After exiting the chat with Song Anquan, Su Yang nodded and said, "Yeah, I shouldn't have missed anyone this time."
"Oh right, there's also Ye Wan, Han Xiaoyu, and Xia Keke from the old group. Should I invite these three or not?"
Too lazy to think about it himself, Su Yang went to the road trip group, tagged the others, and asked: Should we invite Ye Wan, Xia Keke, and Han Xiaoyu from our previous [Contemporary Youth Escape Guide] group?
Meng Wenzhou: It's up to you. If you want to invite them, invite them.
Liu Bo: Yeah, a few more won't make a difference anyway.
Meng Wenzhou: By the way, aren't Xia Keke and Han Xiaoyu friends with Little Tang?
Tang Ziyun: Yes, but let Su Yang decide.
Su Yang: Let's invite them then. After all, we used to have a pretty good relationship. If I don't invite them, we'll probably drift apart. I'll ask them.
At this moment, Meng Qianyu walked over and said, "Brother Su Yang, do you not want to invite Ye Wan?"
"No, I was just thinking that it's been a while since I've contacted them, so I asked you guys."
"Invite her if you want, don't if you don't. It's been a while since I've contacted her too."
"Hmm... let me ask them." Su Yang said as he pulled up their WeChat profiles and messaged the three of them one by one.
After chatting with them, he found out that Ye Wan was busy and couldn't make it. Han Xiaoyu agreed to come. Xia Keke had some history with Meng Wenzhou, so when she heard he was going to be there, she made up an excuse to decline.
"Okay, all set. Ye Wan and Xia Keke are busy, so only Han Xiaoyu is coming. I'm done notifying everyone else too." Su Yang locked his phone and tossed it aside.
At that moment, Pan Ning, who was sitting on the sofa, asked, "Did you invite Little Lu?"
"I did."
"That's good. It's been a while since I last saw her."
"Anyway, for this gathering, I've invited all my acquaintances that I'm on decent terms with. There are also a few people you guys don't know."
"Oh? What kind of handsome guys and beautiful girls do we not know?" Shen Yixue ran over and asked curiously after finishing feeding the puppy.
Su Yang scratched his head and laughed, "Other than Old Meng and his buddies, there don't seem to be any handsome guys. There's only one childhood friend of mine, and the rest are pretty much all beauties..."
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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.”
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.
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."
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?"
