...
On the deck, He Mingyun returned with doubts lingering in his heart.
Li Jiaquan and a group of wealthy young men from the provincial capital were drinking and chatting.
For this birthday party, He Mingyun hadn't invited many people. Not counting Qin Ning and his group, there was only Li Jiaquan's circle, making it less than ten people in total.
"Young Master He, where is your cousin and his friends?"
Seeing He Mingyun walk over, Li Jiaquan couldn't help but ask.
At this moment, the yacht had already started its engines and was preparing to head out to sea. Obviously, Zheng Xingyan and his so-called friends must have already boarded.
"They're in the private room downstairs," He Mingyun replied.
"In a private room?"
Hearing this, Li Jiaquan frowned. "What? Are they just going to play by themselves?"
"Sigh, just ignore them," He Mingyun waved his hand.
"How can we do that?"
Li Jiaquan stood up. "Young Master He, today is your birthday. Since they came, how can they just hide away and entertain themselves? This is clearly showing you no respect."
"That's right, Young Master He. What's the deal with your cousin? It's one thing to bring people over and hide away to play by themselves, but you are the host today, and he isn't giving you any face at all."
"Besides, Young Master Li is here today too. We've all drank together in the past, but your cousin hasn't shown his face since last night. Isn't he acting a bit too arrogant?"
The others also chimed in to stir the pot.
"Maybe the friends he brought... have somewhat special identities..."
He Mingyun didn't want to cause trouble, so he could only keep making excuses for Zheng Xingyan, though he still somewhat blamed him in his heart.
Regardless, Li Jiaquan was here today. His cousin should have at least come over to offer a toast, right?
"Let's go. We'll go over and take a look together. I really want to know what kind of big shots your cousin's friends are."
With that, Li Jiaquan stood up directly and walked toward the lower deck.
Seeing this, the others also followed closely behind.
He Mingyun wanted to say something, but ultimately chose to remain silent and followed them as well.
In the private room downstairs, Qin Ning and the others were having a good time when suddenly someone pushed the door open and walked in.
"Oh? Isn't this Young Master Zheng? Young Master Zhu is here too."
Li Jiaquan, taking the lead, spoke with a sarcastic tone as his gaze swept over everyone in the room. "So many distinguished guests? Aren't you going to introduce us?"
Zheng Xingyan frowned, glanced at Li Jiaquan, and then turned to He Mingyun. "What's going on with you? Didn't I tell you not to let anyone disturb us?"
"I..."
He Mingyun smiled bitterly; he hadn't wanted this either.
But who was Li Jiaquan?
Could he actually stop him?
"Hehe, Young Master Zheng, it hasn't been that long since we last met. How did you suddenly become so arrogant?" Li Jiaquan sneered dismissively.
Zhu Weicheng stepped forward. "Young Master Li, I advise you all to get out right now, lest you bring disaster upon yourselves."
"I won't leave. What can you actually do to me?" Li Jiaquan glared back.
"Kid, who are you?"
At this moment, Wang Er and a few others also stood up. "Did anyone let you in? How dare you just barge in like this."
"This is Young Master Li from the provincial capital. You'd better watch your mouths." Behind Li Jiaquan, the others couldn't hold back anymore.
These guys were seriously too arrogant.
"I don't care if you're Young Master Li or whoever. Are you leaving or not?"
Zhou Ping'an took a step forward.
"Oh ho? Are you trying to start a fight with us?" Li Jiaquan sneered.
"Looks like you're really itching for a beating."
Zhou Ping'an wasn't angry. Instead, he cracked his knuckles, producing a series of crisp pops, and walked toward them.
"Kid, I think you're..."
Several people behind Li Jiaquan also stepped forward, rolling up their sleeves.
But in the next moment, Zhou Ping'an made his move. In just a few swift strikes, he knocked everyone to the ground, including Li Jiaquan.
"What kind of trash dares to bark here? If it weren't for Young Master Zheng's cousin's birthday today, I would have thrown you all into the sea to feed the sharks." Zhou Ping'an clapped his hands to dust them off.
With his current cultivation level, dealing with small fries like Li Jiaquan required absolutely no effort.
"You, you... you dare to hit me?"
Li Jiaquan finally snapped back to his senses. Scrambling up from the floor with a furious expression, he spat, "So what if you can fight? What use is fighting? Believe it or not, with just one phone call, I can make you all suffer the consequences!"
"Oh? I really don't believe that." Zhou Ping'an looked at him.
"Fine, fine, fine! Just you wait!"
With that said, Li Jiaquan angrily led his group out of the private room. He was genuinely afraid that the other party would continue beating him up if he stayed.
At the same time, he was deeply shocked. This guy didn't look like a tough fighter at all, so how did he take them all down so easily in just a few moves?
"Cousin, this..."
He Mingyun had not left the room with them. With an equally surprised look on his face, he glanced at Zhou Ping'an, then at Zheng Xingyan.
"It's fine. If he wants to make a call, let him." Zheng Xingyan waved his hand nonchalantly.
If this were in the past, he certainly wouldn't dare offend Li Jiaquan. After all, he was the son of the provincial top official, the top-tier young master in Dan Province.
But things were different now. Having clung to Qin Ning's coattails, what did a mere Li Jiaquan amount to?
"I'll make a call too," Lin Yuting spoke up at this moment. She then took out her phone and dialed her grandfather, Lin Tiannan.
...
Meanwhile, out on the deck, Li Jiaquan and the others had returned, all sporting bruised and swollen faces.
He directly dialed his father, Li Jianheng's number, and recounted the entire incident exactly as it happened.
On the other end of the line, Li Jianheng, who was processing some documents in his office, couldn't help but frown after hearing his son's account. He then said, "No matter the reason, resorting to violence is always wrong. Don't worry, I'll give He Wenyuan a call right now and have him handle it."
He Wenyuan was He Mingyun's father, the top official of Lingyang City, and also Zheng Xingyan's eldest uncle.
"Okay, Dad," Li Jiaquan replied.
The call was then hung up. Just as Li Jianheng was scrolling through his contacts to find He Wenyuan's number, a call suddenly came through.
It was an unknown number, and the caller location showed Jianghai City.
Curious, he answered, "Hello, this is Li Jianheng of Dan Province. Who is this?"
"Hello, Secretary Li. I am Lin Tiannan from Jianghai City."
Lin Tiannan's voice came through the phone, sounding quite serious.
"Lin Tiannan?"
Hearing this, Li Jianheng was slightly taken aback, but he quickly realized who it was.
Although he had never met Lin Tiannan, sitting in his position allowed him to be privy to certain things. Li Jianheng understood that the Lin family of Jianghai City was somewhat special.
On the surface, they appeared to be nothing more than wealthy merchants, but in reality, they were a cultivation family with a legacy spanning many years.
Why would Lin Tiannan suddenly call him?
Could the Lin family also be involved in this matter?
Curious, he asked, "Elder Lin, I have heard much about you. Is there something you need from me?"
"I will keep it brief. Your son just offended a very important senior of mine. You had better make him go over and apologize right now. Otherwise, if this escalates, it will not end well," Lin Tiannan's slightly grave voice came through the phone.
"Your senior?"
Hearing this, Li Jianheng was slightly startled.
The existence of people like Lin Tiannan was rather unique; even someone like him had to be somewhat wary of them.
But now, the other party was claiming that his son had offended his senior?
Li Jianheng frowned. "That cannot be right, Elder Lin. Jiaquan just called me, and everyone on that yacht is a young person..."
"So what if they are young? Can a young person not be my senior?"
Lin Tiannan continued, "The senior I am referring to is Young Master Qin. Your son should have mentioned him to you on the phone. You better hurry up and have him apologize. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee that Elder Wu will not come looking for trouble with you later."
"Elder Wu? Which Elder Wu?"
Li Jianheng froze for a moment before a wave of shock washed over him. He shot up from his seat in an instant. "Are you talking about... the State Lord?"

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.”

【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

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?"