...
The next day.
Qin Ning and his group arrived at the foot of Mount Emei.
The mountain had an elevation of over three thousand meters. Scaling it on foot required a trek of more than twenty kilometers of mountain trails.
Even for highly professional mountaineers, reaching the summit from the base would take at least four to five hours. For ordinary people, it would easily take a dozen hours or more.
At this moment, Qin Fei was buzzing with excitement.
This was a place she had yearned to visit since childhood. Finally being here today naturally put her in an exceptionally joyful mood.
Moreover, for this mountain climbing trip, everyone had specifically changed into casual activewear.
"Given our current physical fitness, if we don't take any breaks, getting to the top should only take about an hour, right?" Zhong Mingyuan spoke up.
"Hehe, how about we have a little race?" Xia Fei looked at the group and suggested.
Hearing this, Zhou Ping'an also grew interested. "Race what? How do we do it?"
"How about we race to see who reaches the top first? Let's add a little wager just for fun, nothing too big," Cai Cheng laughed.
Wang Er nodded. "Then let's set a small target of a hundred million. If I reach the top first, each of you gives me a hundred million. Dare to take the bet?"
"You think we're scared of you?"
The crowd scoffed. They had all cultivated together; who would be afraid of whom?
Although Richard was already forty years old—nearly twice the age of these youngsters—he hadn't slacked on his cultivation recently. He felt his physical condition had improved drastically and was naturally very interested.
Besides, it was just a hundred million; he'd just consider it joining in on the fun.
"But I don't have any money." Liu Silin had also tagged along this time, thick-skinned as ever.
As Elder Liu's grandson, his status was naturally no lower than Wang Er and the others, but when it came to personal wealth, he truly couldn't compare.
Although the Liu family had some uncles in business, it was simply impossible for him to casually whip out a hundred million.
"No worries, Young Master Liu, we'll cover your share for you," Fan Sicheng and Bai Xuelin spoke up.
"Cough, cough, wouldn't that be too embarrassing?" In the past, Liu Silin probably wouldn't have compromised, but this time was different. His grandfather had told him that he absolutely had to grow a thicker skin; otherwise, he wouldn't even get the chance to lick a single leg hair of Qin Ning's.
"Just the three of you? Aren't you basically giving us free money?" Zhong Mingyuan said disdainfully.
Hearing this, Liu Silin was instantly displeased. "Hey, what kind of talk is that? Are you saying our physical fitness is that bad?"
Evidently, he only knew that Zhong Mingyuan, Xia Fei, and the rest had been following Qin Ning around recently, but he had no idea what exactly they had been doing. He was even more unaware that times had changed. Through their cultivation, even though Xia Fei and the others had yet to produce spiritual energy, their physical fitness was already not much inferior to Wang Yousheng and those former soldier kings.
"You guys go ahead with your race. You'd better warm up here first. I'll head up with Xiao Fei and the girls," Qin Ning smiled faintly. Leaving those words behind, he led Qin Fei, Cheng Weiyang, Gu Siyu, and Su Xingwan to begin their ascent.
The girls had naturally been cultivating during this period as well. Qin Fei, in particular, had long since developed spiritual energy. A three-thousand-meter-high Mount Emei posed absolutely no challenge to them.
Along the way, Qin Ning and his group didn't walk fast. They were mostly there to enjoy the scenery. Qin Fei and the other girls held their phones, taking pictures everywhere, having the time of their lives.
About half an hour later, Wang Er and the others, having finished warming up at the base, also began their climb. Their speed was incredibly fast; in less than ten minutes, they caught up to Qin Ning's group.
This sight left Liu Silin, Fan Sicheng, and Bai Xuelin, who were trailing behind, completely dumbfounded.
"How is this possible? When did these guys get such good physical fitness?" Liu Silin's face was full of disbelief.
"They've been following Young Master Qin for so long, could they have learned how to cultivate too?" Bai Xuelin couldn't help but ask.
"Highly likely." Fan Sicheng nodded seriously. "Young Master Qin's methods are unfathomable to gods and ghosts alike. Leading this bunch to cultivate would definitely not be a difficult task."
"I wonder if we'll ever have the chance to follow Young Master Qin and cultivate too?" Envy appeared on Bai Xuelin's face.
Liu Silin spoke up, "As long as your skin is thick enough, nothing is impossible. Come on, let's speed up too!"
...
About an hour later, Wang Er and the others began to reach the summit one after another. The first to reach the top was Xia Fei, followed by Zhou Ping'an.
The two of them were the earliest to follow Qin Ning. Although they hadn't started cultivating at the very beginning, they had the advantage of drinking immortal tea early on. Therefore, in terms of physical fitness, they were naturally much better off than the others.
"An elevation of three thousand meters, and I actually walked up here in just over an hour, without feeling tired at all!"
But the most excited of them all was none other than Richard.
He naturally knew very well what his physical condition used to be like.
At forty years old, let alone climbing a mountain, just climbing a few flights of stairs would probably leave him gasping for air for half the day.
But now, upon arriving at the peak of Mount Emei, he didn't feel the slightest bit tired. He even felt like he could do another round trip!
This was the benefit of being by Young Master Qin's side. Richard had finally experienced it firsthand.
"Holy crap, did they reach the top already?"
Meanwhile, Liu Silin and his two companions, who had only covered a tenth of the journey in over an hour, were dumbstruck. They had just received a call from Zhong Mingyuan. It felt like they had only just begun, yet those guys were already at the summit?
"I can't do it anymore. If I keep walking, I'm afraid I'll die of exhaustion. I think we should just take the cable car up," Bai Xuelin panted, directly surrendering. He no longer wanted to put in the effort.
Soon, the three found a cable car boarding point. After getting on the cable car, it felt as if their entire bodies had become much lighter.
"Isn't that Young Master Qin and Xiao Fei?"
From the cable car, Fan Sicheng looked down and spotted a few familiar figures at a viewing platform.
"How come they've only made it this far?" Liu Silin was taken aback.
"They're actually here to have fun and enjoy the scenery. Isn't it normal for them to walk slowly?" Bai Xuelin said.
Fan Sicheng suddenly grew curious. "Say, if Young Master Qin climbed the mountain at full speed, how long would it take him to reach the top?"
"It should still take at least an hour, right? After all, the path is what it is. It's not like he can fly up, right?" Bai Xuelin chuckled.
Hearing this, the other two nodded in agreement. Obviously, although they knew Qin Ning possessed special abilities, saying he could fly was a bit too absurd. The three didn't dare to imagine Qin Ning truly having such a capability, especially since they had never actually seen it.
Meanwhile, Qin Fei, who was enjoying the scenery on the platform, received a call from Xia Fei at the summit. After hanging up, she looked at Qin Ning. "Brother, Young Master Xia and the others said there's a place to eat on the mountain. They're asking if we're hungry. They said they can even bring some food down for us."
"No need, let's just go straight up," Qin Ning said with a smile, before leading them to a secluded corner.
After ensuring no one was around, Qin Ning waved his hand. A surge of power enveloped Qin Fei, Cheng Weiyang, Su Xingwan, and Gu Siyu, and the four of them instantly vanished from the spot.

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?"

villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)

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 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.