The highway wasn't congested.
What was originally a two-hour drive only took Zhong Mingyuan an hour and a half.
After getting off the highway, he followed the navigation prompts toward the county town.
About ten minutes later, the commercial van parked outside a residential complex in the county town.
The residential complex was quite old and showed its age.
Cheng Weiyang's parents used to be ordinary farmers. The couple spent years of savings just to buy this apartment in the small county town.
In their earlier years, they could still find some work in town, but as their health deteriorated, they had to quit. Now, they relied almost entirely on Cheng Weiyang's income to support themselves.
Moreover, due to their poor health and various ailments like high blood pressure, the couple needed to buy medication regularly every month. Although medical insurance covered some costs and made it affordable, they simply had too many health issues and required a lot of medicine.
All in all, it was a heavy financial burden.
"Young Master Xia."
In front of the complex gates, just as everyone got out of the van, a man around thirty years old came jogging over eagerly from beside a nearby cargo truck.
His name was Zhuo Zhikuan, the boss of the largest liquor company in Bin City.
However, the actual largest shareholder of this liquor company was the Xia family.
Last night, upon receiving a call and learning that Xia Fei was coming to Bin City, Zhuo Zhikuan drove directly from the city to this small county town overnight, not daring to show the slightest neglect.
"The things in the truck weren't damaged from the bumpy ride, right?"
Xia Fei didn't recognize Zhuo Zhikuan, but after the man introduced himself, he figured out his identity. He had a strong impression of this liquor company in Bin City. Nowadays, apart from real estate, the Xia family focused most of their energy on the liquor industry.
"Not at all, not at all. Rest assured, Young Master Xia, I just checked everything," Zhuo Zhikuan said with a respectful face.
He was considered a wealthy and powerful big shot in Bin City, but compared to the Xia family, he was nothing. Not to mention, the true major shareholder of his own company was the Xia family.
"That's good."
Xia Fei nodded, then waved to Zhou Ping'an and Zhong Mingyuan to signal them.
The two naturally understood his meaning. They walked straight to the back of the truck and began unloading things.
"Oh my, Young Master Xia, how can you do this yourself? I've already called people specifically to help move everything."
Seeing this, Zhuo Zhikuan hurriedly ran over and called out to several people waiting nearby.
"It's fine. You move your share, I'll move mine. The three of us will unload the truck, and you guys help carry it upstairs," Xia Fei said.
Are you kidding? How could he possibly pass up such a good opportunity to show off?
"This..."
Zhuo Zhikuan was a bit dumbfounded. He couldn't figure out what this young master was planning, but he didn't dare ask too much. He could only obediently follow orders, having his men wait by the truck to receive the goods unloaded by Xia Fei's trio. Of course, he had to pitch in himself too. After all, if Xia Fei was doing it personally, how could he dare just stand by and watch?
A whole truckload of goods was unloaded in just over ten minutes. Besides some miscellaneous items and health supplements, there was mostly furniture, a refrigerator, an air conditioner, and a sofa.
"Weiyang, which unit is your home in? Which floor? I'll have them help carry everything up," Xia Fei asked.
Soon, after Cheng Weiyang provided the address, she picked up two boxes of things and led Qin Ning and the others into the complex.
She looked a little nervous, yet excited.
After all, they hadn't seen each other in many years. Although they had made plenty of video calls, it definitely wasn't the same.
Seeing her like this, Qin Fei couldn't help but hold her hand to give her courage.
The buildings in the complex weren't tall, with the highest being only seven floors and no elevators. Cheng Weiyang's parents lived on the fifth floor.
Soon, arriving at the door, she took a deep breath before mustering the courage to knock gently.
"Who is it?"
A voice came from inside; it should be Mother Cheng.
There were two doors: an outer iron door painted green, and an inner wooden door.
The wooden door opened, revealing a middle-aged woman around fifty years old. She looked a bit thin and had grayish-white hair.
"You are..."
Seeing such a large group of people standing at her doorstep, Mother Cheng was startled and failed to recognize her daughter at first glance.
After all, Cheng Weiyang hadn't called before coming back, wanting to give the two elders a surprise.
"Mom..."
Looking at her mother's thin figure and hair that was much whiter than it appeared in video calls, Cheng Weiyang couldn't hold back her tears, and they flowed down instantly.
"Weiyang?"
Mother Cheng froze for a moment before carefully examining the young, beautiful girl outside the door. She realized that if the person wasn't her daughter Cheng Weiyang, who else could it be?
"Old man! Old man! Hurry! Weiyang is back!" she excitedly ran back into the house.
"Mom, open the door for us first."
Cheng Weiyang, who had been crying, was instantly amused by her.
The few of them were still locked outside the iron door.
"Right, right, right, look at my brain."
Mother Cheng slapped her forehead and hurriedly opened the iron door, letting everyone in.
Although the furniture was very old, the house was cleaned spotless, giving off a very comfortable feeling at first glance.
The apartment wasn't small. Excluding shared areas, it was about seventy square meters with three rooms. Father Cheng and Mother Cheng lived in the master bedroom, while the remaining larger room was Cheng Weiyang's. Although she hadn't been back in years, her parents frequently helped clean it.
The last room belonged to Cheng Weiyang's brother. Due to work, he also rarely came back, only occasionally visiting the two elders on weekends.
"Is Weiyang really back?"
A middle-aged man rushed out of the room. Who else could it be but Father Cheng?
"Dad."
Seeing that her father was also much thinner and older than in her memory, Cheng Weiyang couldn't help but cry again.
"Silly child, why are you crying? You should be happy. And really, why didn't you tell us in advance that you were coming back?" Mother Cheng hugged her, her eyes also slightly red.
"Weiyang, are these all your friends?"
Father Cheng greeted Qin Ning and the others to sit down.
The sofa wasn't large, and since Qin Ning's group had many people, Father Cheng had to go and bring over a few chairs.
"Dad, Mom, let me introduce you."
Cheng Weiyang nodded. "This is Xiao Fei, my best friend. And this here is her brother, Qin Ning..."
Then she introduced Gu Siyu, Xia Fei, Zhou Ping'an, and Zhong Mingyuan one by one.
This instantly startled Zhuo Zhikuan, who had just arrived outside the door after helping move the things.
He originally thought these people were just company employees accompanying Xia Fei. How could it be that, upon closer look, every single one of them seemed to be a big shot?
Especially that young man named Qin Ning. Earlier, when they were moving things outside the complex, Zhuo Zhikuan had noticed that Xia Fei and the others were extremely respectful toward him.

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

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.”

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"