Hearing that Jiang Xingzhou was indeed in Nanxi County and with Huang Youjun, Yu Yongchang's heart skipped a beat. He stood up from his seat abruptly. "You offended Young Master Qin?"
"Young Master Qin?"
Hearing this, Jiang Xingzhou could not help but frown.
He had indeed heard from Huang Youjun just now that the young man's surname was Qin.
But why did Yu Yongchang address him so respectfully?
Wasn't he just a young man?
Could it be that he wasn't Yu Yongchang's relative?
Thinking of this, Jiang Xingzhou began to feel a little uneasy and quickly asked, "Old Yu, what exactly is the background of this Young Master Qin?"
"Don't ask about his background. First, tell me exactly what happened," Yu Yongchang said seriously.
Subsequently, Jiang Xingzhou detailed everything that had just occurred in the private room.
After listening, Yu Yongchang sighed and shook his head directly. "Since that's the case, just accept your punishment and stay inside and behave from now on."
Who was Qin Ning?
He was an existence beyond worldly comprehension.
Such a figure must have close ties with the higher-ups.
Moreover, since he said Jiang Xingzhou was unfit for his position, it definitely would not be wrong.
"What do you mean?"
Jiang Xingzhou frowned and could not help but ask, "Could he really do something to me with just one phone call?"
In Jiang Xingzhou's eyes, Qin Ning was ultimately just a young man.
He did not believe that a young man could truly have such immense power.
"Some things are not as simple as you imagine. Forget it, let's leave it at that. I'm hanging up. You still have time to call your family and say goodbye."
With that, Yu Yongchang stopped wasting words and directly hung up Jiang Xingzhou's call.
"Beep beep beep..."
Listening to the tone coming from the phone, Jiang Xingzhou's brows furrowed tightly.
Meanwhile, Huang Youjun, Shi Wenjie, and the others beside him also began to feel an extreme sense of unease.
Because when Jiang Xingzhou made the call just now, he had it on speakerphone, and they had heard the entire conversation.
Just what was the background of that Young Master Qin?
To think he could make even Yu Yongchang so fearful!
Jiang Xingzhou felt that things were getting increasingly dire. Not daring to hesitate, he quickly found a number in his phone and dialed it.
"Secretary Guo..."
After the call connected, Jiang Xingzhou first offered a greeting.
"Is there something the matter?" Guo Zhengwen, the top official of Xi Province, asked curiously.
Then, Jiang Xingzhou quickly recounted the course of events over the phone.
"You actually dared to offend Young Master Qin?"
After listening, Guo Zhengwen's brows instantly furrowed, and his tone carried a stern edge.
"Young Master Qin?"
Jiang Xingzhou was completely stunned.
Yu Yongchang called him Young Master Qin, and now even Guo Zhengwen was calling that young man Young Master Qin?
Just what kind of terrifying existence had he provoked?
Sweat began to form on his forehead as he hurriedly pleaded, "Secretary Guo, please help me with this..."
"Don't beg me. I can't help you with this."
Before he could finish, Guo Zhengwen interrupted him directly. "Having offended Young Master Qin, no one can help you. Furthermore, since Young Master Qin said you have problems, then it must be true. Right now, the only thing you need to consider is how to reform yourself once you go inside."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xingzhou's face turned ghastly pale, his heart turning to dead ashes.
He knew very well that Guo Zhengwen never joked around.
Since the other party had said so, it was evident that he was absolutely doomed this time.
But no matter how hard he thought about it, he could not understand how a young man could possess such massive influence.
Moreover, Yu Yongchang knew him, and Guo Zhengwen knew him too. How come he had never heard of such an incredibly awesome figure in the country?
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Xingzhou asked with a trembling voice, "Secretary Guo, even if I am to die, at least let me die understanding why. I just want to know, this Young Master Qin..."
"I can't tell you the specifics, and you don't have the qualifications to know yet. But what I can tell you is that even if Elder Zeng saw him, he would have to be polite and respectful. Can you understand the meaning behind my words?" Guo Zhengwen stated.
Clatter.
The phone in Jiang Xingzhou's hand dropped to the floor, his mind buzzing blankly.
In the same private room, Huang Youjun, Shi Wenjie, and the others held their breaths, not even daring to exhale loudly.
Right at this moment, outside the private room door, several men in black suits walked in swiftly.
The middle-aged man leading them glanced at the people in the room, then flashed his credentials at them. "All of you, come with us."
When the few of them saw the contents of the credentials, they were all so frightened that their legs went soft. They felt their bodies lose all strength, unable to even stand steadily. In the end, they had to be carried out of the place.
Night fell.
Qin Ning and the others had long since finished their meal, left the scenic area, and arrived at the most high-end hotel in the county.
In the lobby, Qin Ning sat in the reception area resting with Tang Zhengwei and Sun Qiuqiong, while Qin Fei was at the front desk handling the check-in procedures.
About a few minutes later, she walked back, holding only two room cards in her hand.
"The rooms are fully booked, and these are the last two left. Brother, you share a room with Dad tonight, and Mom and I will share one," Qin Fei said helplessly.
"Alright," Qin Ning nodded.
Hearing this, the Tang Zhengwei couple could not help but exchange a glance. Sun Qiuqiong smiled and said, "They should both have twin beds, right? Xiao Fei, you can just share a room with Xiao Ning. Your father and I are getting older, so it's better for us to stay together to look after each other. Besides, in all these years, the two of us have never slept in separate rooms, we wouldn't be used to it."
Hearing this, Qin Fei's eyes widened slightly. "Isn't that a bit inappropriate? We're not kids anymore..."
"What's inappropriate about it? It's not like you two are blood-related, right? It's decided then," Sun Qiuqiong said with a chuckle.
Qin Fei felt a bit dazed hearing this, but ultimately followed them upstairs.
Inside the room, which was decently sized and furnished with two beds, Qin Fei stretched her back after putting the luggage away and then said, "Brother, I'll take a shower first, or do you want to go first?"
"You go first. You look pretty tired today. Get a good sleep after you wash up. I'll be cultivating tonight, so I won't be sleeping," Qin Ning smiled.
"Oh, okay."
Qin Fei replied, then went into the bathroom, humming a song as she showered.
Qin Ning sat on one of the beds, closing his eyes to focus his mind.
About ten minutes later, Qin Fei walked out wearing a loose-fitting bathrobe. "I'm done. Brother, you can go wash up now."
"Mhm."
Qin Ning nodded gently and walked into the bathroom.
When he finished washing up and came out, he found that Qin Fei had already fallen sound asleep on the other bed. Without disturbing her, he went to his own bed, closed his eyes, and entered a state of cultivation.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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?"
