Not a single penny on him, because the person who helped him register his contact information had already transferred a lot of money to his WeChat and taught him how to use it.
In his worldview, money didn’t mean much, as there was no need to spend it in the temple.
To him, paying someone might just be the process of buying something from others.
As he walked down the street, he passed five mobile phone stores.
...
Su Ze walked out of the bathroom shirtless, his muscles sharply defined, lean but not bulky. He grabbed a towel to dry his white-haired arms, the lines of his muscles intertwined like steel cables, as finely crafted as a stone sculpture!
"Ah! Pervert!" Mo Ziang covered his face with both hands, peeking through the gaps between his fingers.
"I’m wearing pants, how can I be a pervert?" Su Ze tugged at his black trousers, then suddenly grabbed the waistband, his smile turning sinister. "You see, real perverts don’t wear pants at all!"
Su Ze started pulling down his pants!
Mo Ziang’s jaw dropped in shock, and he buried himself under the blanket, screaming in terror, "Bro, don’t do it!"
"Today, you won’t escape from me! Hehehe!" Su Ze laughed maniacally as he pounced on the little white mountain of blankets Mo Ziang had formed with his body.
What followed was a classic chase scene: he ran, he chased, and there was no escape!
To be fair, Su Ze wasn’t that much of a pervert... at least he didn’t take off his pants.
The room was filled with laughter.
Men just have this natural way of bonding, as if it’s ingrained in their DNA.
Su Ze stood shirtless on the balcony, smoking a cigarette.
Mo Ziang hung upside down from the railing, the ash from his cigarette falling onto the neon-lit streets below, turning into specks of dust that vanished into the wind.
Above him was the bustling street, with countless beams of light and flashing neon signs painting the vibrant cityscape.
"Tomorrow, we’re entering the secret realm. Aren’t you even a little nervous?" Su Ze asked.
"The money from above has already been received by my sister and younger sister. If I die, they’ll get double the amount."
Mo Ziang, still hanging upside down, spread his arms like a bird embracing the sky, ready to take flight:
"Why should I be nervous? Whether I live or die, they’ll be happy, and that’s enough for me."
"That’s some mindset you’ve got!" Su Ze felt a pang of fear.
Entering the secret realm with a teammate who had no will to survive could seriously mess with his own mentality.
"Just kidding," Mo Ziang waved his hand. "If I’m alive, they’ll be happy. If I die, they’ll be sad. I don’t want to make them cry."
...
Early in the morning.
Su Ze and Mo Ziang were eating soy milk and fried dough sticks at a breakfast stall.
"Amitabha, dear benefactors, could this humble monk beg for some alms?" A rather disheveled-looking monk clasped his hands together.
"Benefactors?" Mo Ziang was confused, quickly patting his pockets and muttering, "What did I lose?"
"Benefactors?" Mo Ziang pointed at Su Ze, "Did you lose something?"
"Cut it out," Su Ze rolled his eyes and patted the empty chair beside him. "Sit down and eat with us."
"Amitabha, the benefactor truly has the heart of a Bodhisattva," the monk praised, sitting down and immediately grabbing three fried dough sticks, shoving them into his mouth!
In just a few seconds, the monk devoured the three dough sticks, then grabbed Su Ze’s soy milk and chugged it down!
The monk paused for a moment, raised the soy milk high, coughed a few times, and then continued gulping it down!
Su Ze was stunned, patting the monk’s back to help him catch his breath. "Dude, slow down. Where did you escape from?"
"Is the mountain that short on food?" Mo Ziang scratched his head. "Forcing a monk to come down like this."
The young monk finished the soy milk, put down the bowl, and clasped his hands together. "Thank you... *burp*... benefactor... *burp*... for your... *burp*... hospitality!"
Su Ze: "..."
Mo Ziang: "..."
"Has he not arrived yet?" Su Ze checked his phone and saw Mo Ziang constantly tagging ‘Smart Ikkyu’ in the group chat, spamming a bunch of nonsense.
"He’s not even replying," Mo Ziang threw his phone on the table, visibly annoyed. "I hate people who stand me up and those who don’t let me stand them up!"
Su Ze: "..."
He suddenly felt relieved that he hadn’t joined the Ghost Officers.
The mark on his arm was almost full, and he estimated that they’d enter the secret realm in about an hour, but the person still hadn’t shown up.
Su Ze was also a bit frustrated. "We agreed to meet yesterday, and now it’s today. I haven’t even seen what he looks like, and he’s gone missing."
Su Ze didn’t like talking behind people’s backs, but Smart Ikkyu’s behavior really irked him.
They were about to enter the secret realm, and he hadn’t even met the guy. This was a matter of life and death! At least show up so they could get to know each other and increase their chances of survival in the secret realm!
"A man’s word is as good as gold," the young monk sighed. "To promise and then break it is not the act of a true man!"
The monk, named Xuanyuan Jin, feeling indebted after eating their food, also expressed his anger at the behavior of the person Su Ze and Mo Ziang were talking about.
"Exactly," Mo Ziang nodded in agreement, gritting his teeth. "I’m going to curse him with the most evil curse I can think of!"
Both Su Ze and Xuanyuan Jin looked at Mo Ziang.
"I curse him to... uh," Mo Ziang scratched his head. "I’ll think of it and tell you later."
Su Ze: "..."
Xuanyuan Jin: "..."
"Let this humble monk take on the role of the villain for you," Xuanyuan Jin took a deep breath. "I curse him to always hit his target, every single time!"
Su Ze and Mo Ziang: "???"
"What kind of curse is that?" Su Ze was speechless.
"Watch this!" Mo Ziang slammed the table! Judging by his sinister grin, he had come up with something truly evil!
Under the gaze of Su Ze and Xuanyuan Jin, he slowly said, "I curse him to only ever eat the strawberry butts his girlfriend gives him! Never the strawberry tips!"
"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Xuanyuan Jin clapped. "This curse also subtly implies that he has a partner, which means his quality of life must be terrible! Hahaha—"
Su Ze lowered his head to play with his phone, starting to worry that their madness might be contagious.
Speaking of which, since he got together with his little sweetheart, his quality of life hadn’t dropped at all. What was wrong with this logic?
It had to be said, Mo Ziang and this monk really hit it off, getting along like two patients in the same ward.
"One, two, three, are we all here?" A young man walked over, casually picking up a fried dough stick from the table and taking a bite. "Your Blue Planet’s food is delicious, but after traveling so many countries, Huaxia’s is the best."
"Especially these street stalls, so fragrant," the young man continued eating as he spoke. "All those high-end restaurants? Just scams for dumb foreigners!"
"Honestly, you guys are so inconsiderate!" The young man started chastising the three of them. "Your country has so much good food, and you didn’t even tell me. I had to travel so many places to figure this out."
"Who knows if I’ll ever get to come back here again. I should stock up on some food to take back with me."
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.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.
