It wasn't long before a crispy roasted skeleton came out of the oven.
Lu Yuan glanced at the clown next to him, "Please go and pack all the slices into boxes."
"Skeletal packaging, thank you."
The clown tilted his head, "Why me?"
Lu Yuan also tilted his head in the other direction, "Do you want me to become a disaster fetus?"
"Do you think you'll still be alive at that time?"
The clown blinked, said nothing, took out a wrinkled snakeskin bag and hopped over.
Lu Yuan walked to the armored sedan whose roof had been deformed, and looked inside.
The four people were sleeping soundly.
This was an aftereffect of having their life force drained, making them feel exhausted.
Lu Yuan thought for a moment. It was not appropriate to disturb them at this time either.
But seeing that the four had all aged somewhat, Lu Yuan felt a little bad about not helping them solve this problem.
So he casually wrote a few words on the protective armor of the car body: Come back to find me.
- Lu Yuan
After writing, Lu Yuan looked around, afraid they might not notice, so he casually moved a rock from the side and leaned it against the car.
Then Lu Yuan led a clown carrying a snakeskin bag and walked back to Yun City on foot.
"Dr. Lu, I know why you only let me come with you."
"Why?"
"In order to let me watch you show off..."
Lu Yuan: "..."
By the time the two returned to the clinic, it was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening.
In the reception hall, the clown raised the snakeskin bag in his hand to Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan thought for a while and said, "That little grass doesn't like staying in the room, right?"
"So, let Little Grass go to the backyard and tell him he can continue expanding his territory there."
"Then, you separate the snake skin and bones and bury them in Little Grass's territory."
"I used to have those dead cavalry watch these things, but now it seems unreliable, so let's let Little Grass try."
The clown stared at Lu Yuan, "Do you really treat me as an employee?"
Lu Yuan frowned, "Aren't you?"
"Boss, shouldn't you calculate my salary?"
"Alright alright, let Lin Youyou give you a shot later, can't you have some fun on your own? Do you have to rely on adrenaline every day?"
Clown: "Some people don't allow me to have fun as I please."
Lu Yuan waved his hand, "Happiness built on the pain of others is not true happiness. You should learn from me more, help others and find joy."
After speaking, he walked upstairs by himself.
Leaving the clown standing there looking bewildered.
This Lu still has such thick skin!
...
On the second floor was a closed small room.
Li Lin was tied up, lying on a bed with only a light board.
He did not struggle, but was very calm.
Even though he had been lying here for a day without eating, drinking, peeing or pooping, an almost noble elegance still emanated from this man.
When Lu Yuan stood in front of him, Lu Yuan was wondering about one thing.
How did such a delicate man end up becoming a mercenary?
Not to mention Western Capital, even in Xifu City in this 27 Region, as long as this man was willing, he could live a life of luxury.
He would only need to practice the flexibility of his tongue, the speed of his fingers and the firmness in a certain area.
Such things were not shameful in this era.
On the contrary, many people desperately sought after such a good job.
After all, back in the old century, people's ideology was already "laugh at poverty, not at prostitution".
The man also sensed Lu Yuan's arrival, he gently turned his head, looked Lu Yuan up and down in his white coat.
"I smelled your scent in the wind long ago, doctor."
Hearing these soft and seductive words coming from a man's mouth made Lu Yuan shiver all over.
"Which consortium do you belong to? Or are you an independent mercenary?"
Lu Yuan wanted to chat about manly topics to increase the masculine aura in the room.
"Me? Doctor, why ask this, are you very interested in me?"
Lu Yuan's mouth suddenly twitched. He blinked and said, "Forget it, there's nothing for us to talk about."
After saying that, Lu Yuan stepped forward and patted the man on the head.
He just wanted to replicate this man's ability to control time.
But something weird happened, Lu Yuan's usually flawless talent failed this time.
Lu Yuan had lost interest in this man, but in this moment, he became excited.
The man looked up at Lu Yuan, "Doctor, why did you pat me? Are you showing affection to me?"
Lu Yuan pinched the man's cheek.
Instantly, red clouds flew onto the man's cheeks.
But Lu Yuan was still unable to replicate the ability.
The chest, lower abdomen, thighs...
The man's body began to twitch slightly.
Lu Yuan's gaze towards the man's body gradually changed.
He gently lifted the man's shirt, and slowly pressed his finger on his belly.
The man also sensed the change in Lu Yuan's eyes. His whole face flushed slightly, he lowered his head slightly, and whispered, "Doctor..."
"Anyway since there's no one else here, if you want, it's possible too..."
Lu Yuan was surprised, "Is it okay?"
The man nodded shyly, "Okay, but be gentle, don't use too much force."
"Okay!"
Lu Yuan nodded, "Don't worry! I won't make you feel any discomfort!"
The man looked a little unnatural, "Actually, being a little uncomfortable is also fine..."
As he said this, Lu Yuan had already put on his bluetooth headset and said to it: "Lin Youyou, prepare operating room number four!"
Operating room?!
Upon hearing these three words, the man's face instantly changed!
But soon returned to normal.
"I didn't expect doctor, you're into this too?"
"Huh? Doctor what are you going to do?"
Lu Yuan smiled slightly, "Give you a shot."
"An injection? Of what?"
"Anesthetic."
"Anesthetic?! What are you trying to--"
Before the man could finish speaking, Lu Yuan had already injected a high-dose anesthetic into his upper limb vein.

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.

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.”

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."