...
Meanwhile, in the suite where Qin Ning and the others were staying.
Qin Fei directly took out her phone and called Wang Er. She first briefly recounted what had just happened, and then added, "Have someone look into which companies are collaborating with Zheng Yu. You should know exactly what to do."
"Understood, Xiao Fei. I'll have someone look into it right now!"
On the other end of the line, Wang Er and the others, who had been cultivating, immediately stopped what they were doing when they heard there was work to be done.
Then, they all took out their phones and started making calls.
...
Five minutes later, in Zheng Yu's room.
Her manager, Bai Hui, hurriedly ran over to her, holding a phone that looked like it had just been hung up.
"Sister Zheng, Minghan Entertainment just called suddenly, saying they are terminating all collaborations with us..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the phone rang again. Bai Hui hastily answered, "Hello..."
"Hello, this is Fengheng Group. The headquarters just issued an order to terminate all collaborations related to Zheng Yu. We are officially notifying you now."
The person on the other end of the line completely denied Bai Hui any chance to ask questions and hung up directly.
In the following few minutes, Bai Hui received seven or eight consecutive calls.
Without exception, all these calls were surprisingly to announce the termination of their partnerships.
This even included the new drama they had come to Hang Province to shoot.
"It must be those bitches from earlier!"
Zheng Yu was furious, violently smashing the water glass in her hand onto the floor.
"Sister Zheng... those people actually have such massive influence. From the time we got on the elevator until now, barely twenty minutes have passed..."
Unlike Zheng Yu's anger, Bai Hui realized that something was very wrong.
If they were just ordinary people, it would be absolutely impossible to achieve this.
It was important to know that Zheng Yu was one of the top-tier, award-winning actresses in the country, possessing an entire solid network of connections. Ordinary people couldn't possibly shake the partner companies backing her.
In other words, the influence of those people from earlier was unimaginably huge!
Thinking of this, Bai Hui felt increasingly uneasy.
She knew very well that this time, they had definitely kicked a real iron plate!
"I'll make a call."
Zheng Yu also frowned. After her initial burst of anger, she quickly calmed down, understanding how thorny this situation was.
"Hello, Young Master Song..."
Once the call connected, she directly gave him a brief account of what had happened.
"To be able to shake so many companies behind you, it seems you really might have offended some big shot this time."
On the other end of the line, Song Zhenhui furrowed his brows slightly.
He was Song Jianpeng's son, the true future heir of the Song family, and a highly renowned top-tier young master in Hang Province.
"Young Master Song, you definitely have to help me out this time..."
Zheng Yu played the emotional card. She and Song Zhenhui had always maintained an illicit relationship.
The reason she was able to climb to such heights in the entertainment industry naturally involved Song Zhenhui's backing.
"Don't worry, I'll take charge of this matter for you. It'll be settled soon. Are you at the hotel right now? Alright, I'll head over now. Hmm... you'd better take a shower first..."
After hanging up, Song Zhenhui stood up with a calm and composed expression. He went downstairs, drove a Lamborghini, and rushed to the hotel.
On his way to the hotel, he also made several consecutive calls, ordering his people to find out exactly who dared to blacklist Zheng Yu behind the scenes.
As a top-tier young master in Hang Province, Song Zhenhui didn't believe there was anything he couldn't resolve once he took action.
About twenty minutes later, he arrived at Zheng Yu's room in the hotel.
Zheng Yu had already told her manager to leave first. She had taken the time to shower and was wearing a thin nightgown. Seeing Song Zhenhui arrive, she threw herself directly into his arms. "Young Master Song..."
Song Zhenhui's eyes were filled with lust. He picked her up, tossed her onto the bed, and was about to get straight to business.
But suddenly, his phone rang.
"Damn it, who is calling me at a time like this?"
Although annoyed, Song Zhenhui still took out his phone.
It was an unknown number. He frowned but didn't hesitate, answering it directly.
"Song Zhenhui?"
The person speaking on the other end seemed to be a young man, sounding quite young.
"That's me. Who are you?" Song Zhenhui asked impatiently.
"I am Jiang Zhi. I'm calling to warn you that you'd better not ask for trouble by standing up for Zheng Yu, otherwise, you won't even know how you died."
He was Jiang Yunshan's grandson and Jiang Yanran's older brother. Previously, when Qin Ning went to the provincial capital of Xi Province, Jiang Zhi had also thought about following him to Liu City to cultivate, but unfortunately, the massive Jiang family business required him to stay behind and look after it.
Now that his grandfather had been ordered to train the military region's personnel, almost all of the Jiang family's affairs weighed on his shoulders.
"Jiang Zhi? The Jiang family of Xi Province?"
Song Zhenhui froze for a moment, then couldn't help but sneer. "I was wondering who was playing tricks behind the scenes. So it's your Jiang family. Let me tell you..."
However, before he could finish, Jiang Zhi hung up the phone directly.
"What the f*ck..."
This instantly infuriated Song Zhenhui, who was cut off mid-sentence. He almost smashed the phone in his hand.
Just then, the phone rang again.
Still an unknown number?
"And who are you?" Song Zhenhui snorted coldly.
"I am Xia Fei. You know the Xia family of Liu City, right?"
Song Zhenhui was disdainful. What bullshit Xia family? He didn't even care about the Jiang family, the wealthiest in Xi Province, so why would he give a damn about a mere city's richest family?
"You..."
Beep beep beep!
However, before he could say anything, he heard the dial tone from the phone again. It had been hung up.
Immediately after, the ringtone sounded again. Same as the previous two times, it was an unknown number.
"Song Zhenhui, right? I am Wang Er of the Magic Capital. You better listen to me carefully. If you dare to stand up for Zheng Yu, I'll strip your Song family down with her!"
After saying that, Wang Er hung up directly, not giving Song Zhenhui the slightest chance to speak.
This time, Song Zhenhui was no longer as angry and disdainful as the previous two times.
Because the name of Wang Er from the Magic Capital indeed put a lot of pressure on him.
Although the Song family was the richest in Hang Province, the Wang family of the Magic Capital used to be the richest in the entire country. Whether in terms of financial power or other aspects, they were far beyond what the Song family could compare to.
What was going on?
The ones playing tricks behind the scenes weren't the Jiang family of Xi Province?
But the Wang family of the Magic Capital?
If these two families had really joined forces, then this matter was probably much thornier than he had imagined.
Just as he was thinking this, the phone rang again.
"I am Cai Cheng of the Magic Capital..."

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

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.

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?"