After exiting the chat with Pan Ning, Su Yang switched back to TikTok to scroll through videos of long white legs.
He didn't care whether Zhuang Mengli, who was right next to him, could see or not. He just openly scrolled through various sexy beauties.
Zhuang Mengli, standing to the side, naturally saw it. Su Yang's phone volume was quite loud, so she stood there and watched along.
As she watched, she muttered in her heart: 'Men really are all the same!'
'Don't all these women look pretty much the same? It's all special effects and beauty filters, what's so great to look at?'
'This one's figure isn't even as good as mine.'
'This one's voice is way too fake! Swipe away quickly!!'
'This one has obviously had plastic surgery. I really don't know what's so sexy about her.'
'Damn, this one is wearing way too little! Have they no shame!!'
'This one is average.'
'Hmm... this one is barely acceptable.' Just as she thought this, Su Yang casually hit the like button.
At this moment, Guan Tianya, who was sitting on the other side of Su Yang, also started watching along.
"This one is pretty good, let's check her profile," Guan Tianya said with a smile, stroking his white beard.
Hearing this, Su Yang slowly turned his head and frowned. "Elder Guan... you like looking at beauties too?"
"Haha, what man doesn't?"
"Uh... you're awesome! Straight to the point." Speaking of this, Su Yang suddenly thought of Xiaotong, the female driver who exclusively drove for Guan Tianya.
Combined with what Guan Tianya had said earlier about being busy until very late last night... Su Yang couldn't help but overthink it.
'Damn, I couldn't tell that Old Man Guan was such a player! No wonder he hired such a young and beautiful female driver. Can his body even handle it?'
'He's in his seventies or eighties, but he's still a badass.'
"Keep scrolling," Guan Tianya smiled, stroking his beard.
"Uh... no, with the two of you guarding me on either side, how am I supposed to scroll?"
"Oh, oh, sorry about that, Little Su. Pardon my manners, I have my own phone." Guan Tianya said, pulling an iPhone 16 Pro Max from a pocket in his robe and starting to play with it himself.
'This old man is quite interesting. He looks so serious on the surface, but I didn't expect him to be a natural at this too.'
After muttering a couple of sentences in his heart, Su Yang stopped paying attention to Guan Tianya and continued scrolling.
On his left, Zhuang Mengli also went to grab a small stool, sat down next to Su Yang again, and watched TikTok with him.
Seeing this, Su Yang asked, "Don't you have your own phone?"
"I do."
"Then why are you watching with me?"
"Can't I watch?"
"You can, but... sigh, whatever, suit yourself." Su Yang couldn't be bothered to care about Zhuang Mengli and continued scrolling through beauties.
One sexy beauty after another appeared on the phone screen.
After scrolling for ten minutes straight, Zhuang Mengli said with dark lines forming on her forehead, "I've been watching with you up to now, and out of every ten videos you scroll through, at least nine are sexy videos."
"Yeah, so what? Is that a problem?" Su Yang replied on purpose.
"Fine, fine, as long as you like it." Zhuang Mengli pursed her lips into a smile.
"Tch, men appreciating beautiful women and women appreciating handsome men is a human instinct since ancient times. What's so strange about it?"
"Right, right, you're absolutely right." Zhuang Mengli continued to smile with pursed lips.
At this moment, a notification sound chimed in Su Yang's mind. He then reached out and turned down the fire on the stove.
"How much longer will it take?" Zhuang Mengli asked.
"It just needs to simmer on low heat for an hour."
"Really?!! I'm so excited, I can hardly wait!" Zhuang Mengli hugged her arms, staring at the clay pot on the stove with sparkling eyes.
"Don't rush, there's still an hour left. Want to scroll a bit more?" Su Yang tilted his head and smiled.
"Sure, I'll just watch with you."
"Hehe, alright."
Next, Su Yang continued to scroll through beauties, liking the ones that caught his eye. After scrolling through beauties for a while, he also watched a few videos of a bladesmithing competition.
"Scrolling through TikTok with you is really boring. It's either beauties or forging iron," Zhuang Mengli said, shaking her head.
"Weren't you the one who insisted on watching with me? Who can you blame?"
"I just wanted to see what kind of content a divine doctor like you normally watches on TikTok."
"Wait, your medical skills are so superb, why isn't there a single medical-related video?"
"That stuff doesn't appeal to me. Didn't you just say it yourself? My medical skills are already superb. Why would I watch those low-level videos on TikTok? They're of no use to me."
Zhuang Mengli nodded, "That's true, but is looking at beauties of any use to you?"
"Yes, looking at beautiful women brings me physical and mental pleasure," Su Yang smiled.
"Tch." Looking at the continuously smoking clay pot in front of her, Zhuang Mengli asked, "Is it time yet?"
"Two more minutes."
"Okay, I'll go get a bowl." Zhuang Mengli couldn't wait any longer. She stood up and quickly ran into the house.
Watching Zhuang Mengli run off, Su Yang shook his head and smiled. 'Actually, I'm quite looking forward to it too. In a bit, I want to see just how stunning her ultimate appearance will be.'
'She's the girl with the highest appearance score I've met so far, 99.9. Damn, wait? Why isn't it 100?'
—System, why isn't Zhuang Mengli's appearance score 100?
[Theoretically, a person with an appearance score of 100 does not exist; one can only approach it infinitely.]
—Oh, so that's how it is. That makes sense. A score of 100 would mean absolutely flawless, and that kind of situation really isn't likely to occur.
—Alright then, let it be.
Soon, Zhuang Mengli ran quickly back to Su Yang's side holding a rice bowl, with Zhuang Yong following behind her.
As soon as the time was up, Su Yang reached out and turned off the fire on the stove.
At this time, Guan Tianya beside them also silently put his phone away. He too wanted to witness the miracle.
"Little Su, is the medicine ready?" Zhuang Yong asked.
"It's ready, give me the bowl," Su Yang turned to look at Zhuang Mengli and said.
"Okay."
After taking the bowl, under everyone's expectant gazes, Su Yang first lifted the lid of the clay pot, and a puff of thick white smoke billowed out.
Then he picked up the clay pot and poured the remaining essence inside into the bowl.
The water he added each time was measured according to the final required portion. After pouring it out, it yielded exactly one full bowl of medicinal soup.
Holding the bowl, Su Yang turned to look at Zhuang Mengli, "You can drink it once the medicine cools down a bit."
"Will drinking this one bowl of medicine really remove the dark spots on Mengmeng's body?" Zhuang Yong found it truly hard to believe and asked again.
"I know it might sound exaggerated, but that is the truth. You'll know once she drinks it."
"Then, Little Su, about how long will it take to see the effects after drinking this medicine?" Guan Tianya asked with a face full of curiosity.
"Probably, two minutes?"
"Two... two minutes?"
"Yeah, about that. It might even be shorter. Maybe it will take effect in just one minute."
"Phew, good, good. Then I must stand guard and watch carefully."
Zhuang Mengli carefully took the medicine bowl from Su Yang's hands. She had never been so eager to drink a foul-smelling bowl of traditional Chinese medicine.
To her, the bowl of medicine in her hands was no longer medicine, but holy water!
Holding the bowl with both hands, she couldn't wait and started blowing on it with her mouth.
A few minutes later, Su Yang spoke up, "Stop blowing, it's fine now. Hurry up and drink it. You must finish it in one gulp."
"Okay!" Zhuang Mengli's eyes at this moment were as resolute as if she were taking a solemn oath.
She took a deep breath, held the bowl in her hands, tilted her head back, and gulped it down until not a single drop was left.
Beside her, Zhuang Yong and Guan Tianya held their breath, staring fixedly at Zhuang Mengli. Zhuang Yong, in particular, felt his heart begin to pound violently once again.
After finishing the drink, Zhuang Mengli handed the bowl to Zhuang Yong.
Su Yang then spoke up, "Take off your cooling sleeve."
"Oh, okay," Zhuang Mengli agreed, pulling off the cooling sleeve on her right arm in one swift motion. A forearm covered entirely in black was instantly revealed.
"Mengmeng, how do you feel right now?"
"I don't feel anything at the moment," Zhuang Mengli replied.
"Little Su, what exactly do you mean by it taking effect in two minutes?" Guan Tianya looked at Su Yang and asked.
"It means the black spots on her hands and face will disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye."
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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!

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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.”