"Where has Young Master Li gone?"
"I don’t know. Maybe he went next door."
"What’s he doing next door? Unless..."
"He bought the place next door too. At this rate, the whole street might soon bear the Li name."
"Oh, by the way, I just saw Tu Yan changing her clothes earlier. She even mentioned... inviting Li Mo to see the lanterns tonight?"
Amid the lively chatter, many were quietly probing for Li Mo’s whereabouts.
Luo Ji, ever the instigator, fanned the flames without lifting a finger.
Li Mo had struck a deal with her, offering a generous sum, but the Wanchun Pavilion was her life’s work. To have her people taken away with a single word—
And that brat treated her like air.
True, she wasn’t exactly virtuous, but men lining up from the inner city to the outer walls dreamed of winning her wealth and beauty.
How infuriating was that kid?
What woman could tolerate such disrespect? Especially a woman like her—now she just wanted to see Li Mo scrambling to put out fires.
Truthfully, she didn’t need to lift a finger. The women of the Hundred Flowers Ranking were peerless beauties, each with their own allure, none willing to admit inferiority.
This wasn’t about whether they could be "blessed" by some so-called "wife-fortune soul."
This was the innate rivalry among women, the unspoken war of the Hundred Flowers Ranking!
After a brief lull, many had retreated to freshen up, donning new attire—except Lan Tian, who was still munching away with gusto.
"Hey, they seem... prettier?"
"To be precise, their clothes got skimpier..."
"Damn, Li Mo isn’t even here, yet they’re going all out. Could it be... they’ve got eyes for me?"
The brothers watched the blossoming spectacle, feeling like they’d stumbled into a dream.
A sight they’d never forget...
"Amitabha... today’s vow of celibacy fails again. Last time, this is definitely the last time..." Murong Xiao sighed to the heavens.
Xiao Qin suddenly felt his aura surge, a faint divine shadow manifesting behind him.
"Master, why’d you show up? It’s risky—if anyone realizes you’re not a true divine will, we’re done for."
"Then why don’t we swap control for a bit?" Thousand Forms Martial Venerable murmured.
Xiao Qin paused. "I’m just concerned for your recovery... not that I want to see..."
"Tsk... that little vixen from the Hehuan Sect..."
Xiao Qin’s neck twisted reflexively, his breath hitching.
Tu Yan of the Hehuan Sect was truly a succubus.
Her outfit—how to put it—revealed nothing outright, yet the artful hints of concealment only accentuated her curves, leaving little to the imagination.
"Witch," Lady Shen sneered.
"Thank you for the compliment."
Tu Yan smiled sweetly, her words dripping with provocation:
"Oh, by the way, remember that talented Scholar Zhao who played such refined music with you?"
"What did you do to him?"
"He has a mole on his chest," Tu Yan purred, her eyes half-lidded.
"You—!"
Even Luo Ji, the master stirrer, was caught off guard.
She hadn’t even made her move, and the situation was already spiraling.
"Li Mo, Li Mo... if you return any later, there’ll be no saving this..."
Luo Ji chuckled, glancing toward the entrance—
Only to find Li Mo already back, staring blankly at the scene.
"What’s going on here?"
"Jealousy, plain and simple. You’re finally back. Not much I can do—after all, you’re the boss now."
"Huh?"
Young Master Li was floored. He wasn’t even present, and still, chaos erupted?
"Young Master, she despises me, even threatened to ruin my face. So uncivilized," Tu Yan whimpered, a delicate flower begging for protection.
As she spoke, she tried to slip behind Li Mo—a masterstroke to paint Lady Shen as a shrew while stoking male protectiveness. Tea-artistry at its finest.
"?"
But Tu Yan never saw it coming.
Before she could take shelter, the top-ranked Hidden Dragon executed flawless positional control.
Zero protection offered.
"You’re the benefactor here... won’t you stand up for little old me?"
Tu Yan’s hand ghosted toward him—
Only for Li Mo to sidestep just as soundlessly.
"???"
Was this man’s heart carved from ice?
She looked up and froze. Li Mo’s eyes held nothing but wariness. And the entire Wanchun Pavilion had fallen deathly silent.
The Hundred Flowers lowered their proud heads; even the furious Lady Shen quieted.
For they’d all seen the figure trailing Li Mo.
Before, their rivalry stemmed from believing their beauty was comparable—subjective, varying in different eyes.
But sometimes, one person’s presence renders subjectivity obsolete...
Lady Shen was speechless. She recalled a local belle from her hometown, famed for miles as a stunning beauty—until she met her, called her a goddess, and wilted in shame.
Now she understood that girl’s bizarre feeling.
"Wow, I thought Fairy Han would look just like the illustrations in The Tyrannical Empress Falls for Me," Lan Tian chirped around a mouthful of skewers, bouncing over like an eager fan.
"Why’d you think that?"
Li Mo was amused.
"Because you, Benefactor Daddy, look exactly like Jiang Chen! Why?" Lan Tian tilted her head.
Li Mo suddenly remembered—Senior Brother Ouyang had indeed agonized over this, losing clumps of hair, lamenting his inability to capture the "ice block’s" natural grace.
Damn, was he the true painting prodigy all along?
"Then... should I call you Benefactor Mommy?" Lan Tian blinked.
Ying Bing’s frosty gaze softened. "You’ll have Li Mo’s cooking tonight."
"Eh? What about the other sisters?"
"They’ll enjoy my personal hospitality."
Ying Bing surveyed the springtime splendor before her.
Her flawless face wore a smile, her tone as gentle as a vernal breeze.
Li Mo: "!"
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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."
