The stars were dazzling, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.
The half-snake people rehearsing their dance in the courtyard had long been dismissed by Ye Shu. They were sent back to their rooms one by one; to ensure the quality of the performance, they had to be strictly guaranteed their rest.
Only he was left alone in the courtyard.
On this day, Ye Shu lay on a bamboo chair with a piece of foxtail grass dangling from his mouth, gazing up at the starry sky for a long time.
He couldn't really just let Bingxuanzi die, could he?
After all, he was the one who had invited him over. What kind of situation would it be if he just died like that?
After thinking it over and over, he finally spat on the ground.
"Fuck it, worst comes to worst, I'll just give up on this damn Heavenly Flame. I'll figure out another way to deal with the poison pill. Saving a life is more important!"
He stood up and hurriedly walked outside.
He would first go to the palace where Bai Ling was to gather some information.
Just as he reached the entrance and opened the door.
A black-robed figure happened to be walking right toward him. Caught off guard, the two of them almost collided into each other's arms.
Ye Shu was scared out of his wits, thinking it was a Snake-Person guard. He quickly took a few steps back, bowed with a terrified expression, and was just about to explain himself when the person in front of him suddenly spoke.
"Don't be afraid, it's me."
Why did this voice sound so familiar?
Ye Shu blinked, raised his head, and froze in place.
He saw the person slowly take off their hood, revealing that familiar face. It was none other than Bingxuanzi disguised as Da Li.
"Senior?!" Ye Shu's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief, "Weren't you taken away by Bai Ling? I was just about to go save you, how did you... come back?"
He looked Bingxuanzi up and down.
Seeing that he had no scars and wasn't under any restrictive seals, his inner confusion grew even heavier.
"What's there to make a fuss about?"
Bingxuanzi snorted coldly, "Look at your ignorant appearance. Can't I come out to get some fresh air?"
"Fresh... fresh air?"
Ye Shu dug at his ears in disbelief.
Did he hear that wrong?
Or had the world gone mad?
So the Snake-People tribe's prisons were this humane now? Prisoners even got time to come out for fresh air?
Seeing that he wanted to ask more, Bingxuanzi waved his hand to interrupt him.
"It's a long story."
"Then make it a short story," Ye Shu looked at him expectantly. This was too damn weird. His heart was scratching like a little kitten, unable to wait to figure things out.
However, Bingxuanzi couldn't be bothered to explain it to him.
"Stop asking. Anyway, as long as you know I'm fine, that's enough," he said while walking over to a chair and sitting down. Ye Shu also sat down next to him, and the two stared at each other.
After a while, Bingxuanzi finally made a move.
He rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly, as if what he was about to say was hard to articulate. Just as Ye Shu thought he was going to say something shocking, like selling his body to escape, Bingxuanzi coughed lightly and lowered his voice, "I mean... aren't we going to steal the Heavenly Flame..."
"Yeah," Ye Shu nodded.
"But this Heavenly Flame... uh... it's meant for Queen Medusa to use for her breakthrough, right?"
"That's right."
"Well, they legitimately need it to break through."
Bingxuanzi spread his hands, "If we just go up and steal the Heavenly Flame, aren't you just intentionally causing trouble?"
"Don't you think this is unfair to the Snake-People tribe?"
"What the fuck are you saying?!!"
Ye Shu abruptly widened his eyes, his voice changing pitch. It truly was a shocking statement, leaving him completely dumbfounded.
"Keep your voice down!"
Bingxuanzi quickly stopped him, glancing left and right. "Is this something to be proud of?"
"Is there something wrong with your brain?"
Ye Shu lowered his voice, looking at him as if he were an idiot. "We came here to steal in the first place, and now you're talking to me about fairness? That's pure bullshit!"
Bingxuanzi completely ignored this and insisted, "No matter what you say, stealing is wrong."
"Oh for fuck's sake, Hajibing, you guy."
Ye Shu was so angry he laughed, shaking his head repeatedly, "Alright, since you want to argue logic with me, then let's argue logic."
"What is the thing we are trying to steal?"
"The Heavenly Flame," Bingxuanzi replied.
"Then let me ask you, did the Snake-People tribe grow this Heavenly Flame? Or did they burn firewood to create it? Did they contribute even half an ounce of effort to the birth of this Heavenly Flame?" Ye Shu pressed his advantage and continued asking.
Bingxuanzi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.
"No."
"Then there you have it!" Ye Shu clapped his hands. "The Heavenly Flame is born of heaven and nourished by the earth. The Snake-People tribe neither planted it nor cultivated it. Why should they be the only ones who can take it?"
"This is a natural wonder; anyone can claim it."
"What kind of twisted logic is that..." Bingxuanzi subconsciously wanted to refute, but after opening his mouth, he really didn't know what to say for a moment.
He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.
Finally, he just gave up thinking about it.
Bingxuanzi spread his hands: "I don't care. Anyway, what you're doing is unfair to the Snake-People tribe, and it's an illegal act."
Unbelievable. He was utterly speechless.
Ye Shu was completely stunned.
In all his life, this was the first time he had seen someone even more unreasonable than Lin Qingxue.
He forced down the urge to curse and said:
"Senior, you didn't come here in the middle of the night just to discuss this with me, did you? Regardless of whether it's right or wrong, we've already broken in. There's no reason to give up halfway. Even if it's completely wrong, we can only see it through to the bitter end."
"Don't tell me you're going to wash your hands of this now."
"I know, I know."
Bingxuanzi waved his hand with a bitter face.
"I'm not... sigh... then promise me, after taking the Snake-People tribe's Heavenly Flame this time, you must bring out something of at least equal value to compensate them in the future."
Ye Shu froze.
Looking at Bingxuanzi's expression, it didn't seem like he was joking.
This guy really thought that way.
"You... you're not joking with me, are you? We came here to steal, not to trade with them. If we have to compensate them, wouldn't it be better to just trade for it directly?"
"I know," Bingxuanzi blushed and spread his hands somewhat helplessly. "The problem is we don't have anything to trade with them right now, do we? Anyway, if you take their Heavenly Flame, you have to compensate them later, otherwise don't blame me for not helping you."
Ye Shu was stunned for a long while before finally letting out a relieved laugh.
He gave Bingxuanzi a thumbs up.
"You're amazing, you're so noble."
"Now you're the good guy and I'm the bad guy, so you can stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at me?"
Even at Bingxuanzi's old age, he blushed a little at those words, but blushing aside, he still didn't back down.
Ye Shu fell silent for a moment before nodding.
"Alright, I promise you. If I get the Heavenly Flame, I will definitely compensate the Snake-People tribe in the future, okay?"
Hearing this, Bingxuanzi immediately beamed with joy.
"I knew you were a reasonable young friend."
He stood up and patted the dust off his clothes. "Then I won't bother you anymore. It's getting late, I'll be heading back now."
"Wait, where are you going?"
Ye Shu couldn't react in time.
"Back to Bai Ling's place, of course," Bingxuanzi said as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "My break time is over."
With that said, he didn't care what Ye Shu thought, pushing open the courtyard door on his own and walking into the depths of the night.
Staring at his swaggering back, Ye Shu was completely dumbfounded.
Was this his home or something?
How could this guy just wander around wherever he pleased?

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

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?"

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

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.”