"Master, are you also here to attend Young Master Li's wedding banquet?"
"This humble monk, Zangai, is here to be his groomsman."
"...?"
Murong Xiao caught the red envelopes being tossed forward from ahead. Together with Xiao Qin and Ouyang, the three of them stepped forward under the bewildered gazes of the crowd.
Li Mo finished scattering the last wave of red envelopes. Amidst the sound of firecrackers and the congratulatory cheers of the surrounding onlookers, they all entered the mansion together.
"Brother Huang just sent word. He said the people from the Demonic Cult and the Lingxi Sect have all entered the Qingyuan Sect, but the numbers don't match up."
"I think some of them have infiltrated other sects. Junior Brother Li, you need to be careful. They might make a move tonight, possibly..."
Xiao Qin lowered his voice as he spoke.
He spoke earnestly for a while, then suddenly noticed Li Mo's eyes were glazed over, staring fixedly in the direction of the inner courtyard's bridal chamber, lost in thought, unsure if he had even heard a word.
"Right." Murong Xiao nodded seriously. "Just now, Uncle Li also secretly told me about the wedding customs..."
"What?"
Young Master Li's eyes instantly cleared, and he turned his head with a look of utmost seriousness.
"......" Xiao Qin hadn't believed that Brother Li would miss his message, but now he was beginning to have doubts.
"Just now, Uncle Li secretly told me that 'the course of true love never did run smooth.' Getting into Junior Sister Ying's room won't be that simple. You have to pass a few people's tests first."
Murong Xiao whispered.
"Which people?"
"Lan Tian."
"She's my employee, a rather simple-minded girl. Easy to handle."
"Aunt Gu."
"My own mother wouldn't stop me, right? Who else?"
Hearing this, Li Mo breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed it was just a formality. Hand out a few red envelopes for show and they'd let him pass.
"And Senior Martial Aunt Shang."
"......."
Li Mo's footsteps halted, his expression suddenly turning completely grave.
Xiao Qin leaned back slightly, almost wanting to leave first, but couldn't come up with an excuse in his mind. He even wished his master would take control of his body.
He wished, but it didn't happen, because the Thousand Forms Martial Venerable seemed to be in deep slumber, not making a sound no matter how he called.
"Brother Li, you shouldn't be afraid of Senior Martial Aunt Shang anymore, right? From the perspective of being a 'fighting king,' you've already surpassed your master." Murong Xiao rubbed his bald head, somewhat puzzled.
Mainly because he didn't understand Shang Wu.
Li Mo said helplessly, "What can I do if she lies on the ground, throws a tantrum, and acts shamelessly?"
"......"
"Oh, right, Brother Murong, your Indestructible Vajra Body... would it be okay if you fell from the sky?" Li Mo suddenly asked.
"Are you kidding? Guaranteed to be fine. When it comes to being impact-resistant..."
"Can it withstand a beating from an External Scenery realm expert?"
"No problem if they don't intend to kill. Why do you ask, Brother Li?"
"Nothing. Congratulations to you."
As they spoke, the three arrived at the main hall of the mansion.
"Oi, you've come to fetch the bride. You gotta show some sincerity, right?" Shang Wu sat there imposingly, a mischievous grin on her face.
"For you, Master."
Young Master Li presented a red envelope.
"Hmph." Shang Wu weighed it in her hand. Despite being someone whose eyes lit up at money, she remained unimpressed this time.
"Still not enough. I won't open the door for you."
"Master, don't mess around." Young Master Li was starting to get anxious.
"You rebellious disciple! Are you trying to overthrow your master and abandon your ancestors? Waaah..."
"Hiss..."
Li Mo sucked in a cold breath. Shang Wu acting like this was even more terrifying than when she was ferocious.
Murong Xiao and Xiao Qin finally understood what Li Mo had been afraid of.
But as everyone knew, Young Master Li was a genius.
He casually took out two bottles and stuffed them into Murong Xiao's arms. Then, under the utterly bewildered expression of Master Zangai, he wrapped him up with his Somersault Cloud.
"Huh?"
Whoosh! A bald head soared into the air, spiraling upwards.
"Little Mo, what trick are you trying to pull? Your master has seen it all. You think such a little trick can..."
"Those were the last two bottles of Immortal's Brew."
Before the words even finished, Shang Wu, who had been standing there moments before, shot out of the main hall like an unleashed wild dog.
"Murong Xiao, you truly are my best brother. So loyal." Li Mo said emotionally, shading his eyes with his hand as he watched two shooting stars fly out of Ziyang Prefecture City.
Xiao Qin: "......"
But Brother Li, you don't seem very loyal yourself.
At the very least, today you can't be called the 'Sword Hero Who Benefits the Group'—more like the 'Sword Hero Who Forgets His Roots.'
The two of them quickly opened the door to the main hall while Shang Wu hadn't returned.
At the entrance to the inner courtyard, Lan Tian waved to them.
"Boss."
"Mm, you've worked hard. I'll give you a bonus."
Li Mo handed her a red envelope, patted her shoulder, and tried to pass by on her left.
Lan Tian silently shifted to the left.
Li Mo moved to the right, only to find Lan Tian had shifted right again.
"?"
Had this girl betrayed him?
"Um, the test... I don't want a bonus."
Young Master Li's wide-eyed, pig-like intimidating expression made Lan Tian shrink back a little, but something gave her the courage not to move her feet.
"Then what do you want?"
"I want... to go on a date with Brother Dahuang."
Li Mo and Xiao Qin exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.
"Brother Dahuang, could that be..."
"Old Huang?!"
Li Mo used his Heavenly Destiny Divine Eye to look and saw the words 'love at first sight' written in Lan Tian's recent encounters. His expression instantly became quite spectacular.
Xiao Qin's expression was even more spectacular.
Among the group of good brothers, his talent was average, his looks were average, his financial means were average, and he had no special skills. Never mind all that, but putting those aside...
Now even Old Huang has a girl who likes him? Do girls just not like normal people?
"It's a bit challenging, but not too difficult. However, I must remind you, Old Huang, he's the kind of person who..."
"I know! I just like the mature and steady type."
"Alright, then I'll help you when the time comes... Huh? Senior Brother Xiao, why do you look so upset?"
"It's nothing. Let's go."
Young Master Li successfully passed another hurdle.
Finally, they arrived before the bridal chamber. This time, there was no obstacle in front, only tightly closed doors.
Everything around seemed to grow quiet. Li Mo could only hear his own breathing and heartbeat. Then, he reached out and gently pushed the door.
Hmm?
He pushed gently again...
Still didn't open.
"Ice Block, I'm here." Li Mo called softly.
"I know you're here." The voice from behind the door belonged to his mother.
"Mother, then open the door quickly. Don't miss the auspicious time."
"I'm Little Bing'er's mother now. Don't try to get chummy."
"????"
Li Mo leaned back slightly.
Could the hardest hurdle to pass actually be his own birth mother?
Then, another voice came from inside the room:
"If you want me to open the door, first go find something."
"Find what?"
"The clothes you made for Little Bing'er back then, the ones made from sea silk. Little Bing'er said she hid them away..."
Actually, whether Ice Block hid them to give Li Mo a task or genuinely wanted to hide them was unclear.
Because they were too embarrassing. When Li Mo asked about them later, she planned to say they were lost.
Unexpectedly, Madam Gu had seen her.
And so, it became Li Mo's final test.
Young Master Li never could have imagined that one day he would be hit in the face by such an enticing boomerang of his own making.

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]

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.”

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?"