Leaving the attic, Ye Chuan took the little succubus and strolled around the busiest main street of Isu Town a couple of times.
The storefronts facing the street were indeed in prime locations with an endless stream of people, but the rent was terrifyingly high.
For a two-story storefront, the deposit alone cost one gold coin, not to mention the subsequent rent and renovation costs.
He had just rented a detached cottage with a hot spring for Angelina, paying half a year's rent in advance. His cash on hand wasn't exactly abundant, so he really couldn't afford to throw that much money at a main street storefront.
He spent most of the afternoon walking around the town and looked at four or five places. They were either so remote you couldn't even see a shadow of a person, or the rent was way over budget. He just couldn't find anything suitable.
Passing by the town center's general agency at dusk, Ye Chuan paused and simply pushed the door open and walked in.
The owner of the agency was a middle-aged man with a goatee. He had helped Ye Chuan find a house before, so they were somewhat acquainted.
Hearing Ye Chuan's budget and requirements, the owner stroked his beard and pondered for a long time before suddenly slapping his thigh. "I've got it! I happen to have a shop that will definitely suit your fancy!"
He led Ye Chuan toward the Adventurer's Guild, eventually stopping in an alley across the street and a short distance away from the guild.
The alley wasn't deep. The daily flow of adventurers and merchant caravans going in and out of the alley entrance was endless, and the foot traffic was no less than the main street. Yet, the alley itself was much quieter than the main street—a quiet oasis in a noisy area.
"This is it," the owner said, pointing to a two-story wooden storefront at the end of the alley.
"It used to be a clinic, and it's currently vacant and up for rent."
"The most important thing is that it's big enough inside. The only drawback is that it's not on the main street, so there's no display area... But you're opening a massage parlor, aren't you looking for something quiet and private?"
"I don't think that's a problem."
Ye Chuan pushed open the shop door and walked in, his eyes instantly lighting up.
The first floor was a spacious open area, more than enough to partition out a front desk and a reception area. There were also six independent small rooms, perfect for remodeling into therapy rooms. The second floor also had quite a few rooms, which could serve as living quarters for the girls so they wouldn't have to squeeze into that drafty, dilapidated attic anymore.
What was even rarer was that the building had a very good foundation. The floors and walls weren't damaged much, so there was no need for major renovations, saving a large sum of money.
"Hmm..." Ye Chuan did a round of inspection.
To be honest, if it weren't for the location issue, it would be a truly perfect shop.
"I'll take it," Ye Chuan decided on the spot.
"Great."
Over the next few days, the whole shop was bustling with activity.
Ye Chuan didn't hire decorators; he did most of the work himself.
He was strong, so tearing down wooden boards, building partitions, and moving lumber were all easy tasks for him. Angelina also came over to help, leading the girls in painting the walls, wiping the windows, and sewing cushions.
The girls worked exceptionally hard. Even the skinniest one, Sophia, stood on a small stool on her tiptoes to paint the walls a gentle cream color.
Ye Chuan didn't decorate the shop to be overly lavish, but rather went for a clean and elegant style.
After all, this was a legitimate business, and Ye Chuan didn't want to make it look like some kind of shady enterprise.
On the day the renovations wrapped up, the girls sat around the sofa in the reception area, looking at the completely revamped shop with red rims around their eyes.
After being displaced and wandering for so long, they finally had a place that truly belonged to them.
"Lord Ye Chuan, what... what should we name this shop?" Sophia asked softly, hugging a newly sewn throw pillow.
Ye Chuan thought for a moment and smiled. "I originally wanted to call it a therapy clinic, which sounds a bit more elegant, but you should be the ones to decide the name. This is your shop."
The girls looked at each other. Finally, Lina stood up, looking at Ye Chuan with an incredibly firm gaze:
"Lord Ye Chuan, we want to call it the Succubus Parlor."
As soon as she said this, everyone fell silent.
"We are succubi. This is carved into our bloodlines. In the past, we were hunted down because of this identity, treated as cargo, hiding away, afraid to let others know who we were."
Lina's voice trembled slightly, but it was exceptionally clear. "But it's different now. We want to live on proudly with this name, to let everyone know that succubi can also make a living openly and honestly with their own skills."
"Yes! We'll call it the Succubus Parlor!" Sophia nodded vigorously, her fluffy tail swaying gently in excitement.
"We aren't afraid of others knowing we are succubi!"
Seeing the light in the girls' eyes, Ye Chuan felt a surge of emotion and smiled, nodding. "Alright, then the Succubus Parlor it is."
With the name settled, all that remained was setting the rules and preparing for the grand opening.
Ye Chuan laid down the most core rule for the girls: the Succubus Parlor would receive anyone, but the services were strictly limited to massages. This was also to maximize the girls' safety.
He also set up different therapy treatments based on the girls' specialties, starting from basic neck and shoulder relaxation to back soothing, and set the prices exceptionally affordable.
Moreover, he assigned numbers to the succubi and made Sophia the poster girl, since the little girl was clever enough.
To ensure safety, Ye Chuan also went to the Adventurer's Guild and hired two female adventurers with excellent reputations and reliable work ethics to take shifts guarding the entrance of the Succubus Parlor. He established business hours and strictly forbade any unauthorized personnel from intruding.
With everything ready, the Succubus Parlor chose a sunny day and officially opened for business.
On opening day, there were no firecrackers or massive promotional campaigns; they simply hung a wooden sign reading "Succubus Parlor" at the entrance of the alley.
The succubi all changed into uniform outfits, their hair combed neatly, and wore faint smiles on their faces. The previous timidity and panic were completely gone.
At first, passersby only peered in curiously; no one dared to enter.
After all, the word "succubus" still made many people wary.
"There's no business," Sophia noted after waiting for a whole morning, realizing there were no customers.
"It doesn't matter. In the early stages of building a reputation, we can slowly accumulate popularity." Ye Chuan wasn't anxious at all. Since he was a somewhat famous adventurer in the Adventurer's Guild, he could introduce this business to other adventurers.
...
"What? Have a succubus give me a massage?"
"Are you for real?"
"Lord Ye Chuan, running this kind of business is illegal."
At the Adventurer's Guild, some people who heard about Ye Chuan's business thought he was running some sort of shady operation.
"It's a normal massage. Of course, if you want other services, once your affection level is high enough, romancing them like in a dating sim is fine too. After all, I don't restrict the succubi's private lives," Ye Chuan said, taking out some small cards from his pocket.
"These are trial vouchers. You can go try it out, and if it's good, help us promote the Succubus Parlor."
Hearing this, the adventurers looked at each other in dismay, but upon hearing it was a free trial, they accepted them without hesitation.
"Then we'll give it a try!"

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."

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.

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

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.”