"Beijing TV reminds you that the Earth's Community of Shared Future, led by Huaxia, will convene the 17th Supernatural Conference on the 25th of this month."
"Breaking news: Boundary Ruins NT-56 and KC-07 are about to manifest in Weichuan City. Citizens are advised to prepare for potential impact."
"Recent reports indicate a surge in the number of supernatural individuals in our country. Director Li Wanshou has delivered an important address on the matter."
"[If you dare wreak havoc, this old man knows a thing or two about immortal techniques.]"
"Reliable statistics show a significant decline in supernatural-related crimes."
The ascension of Earth.
The proliferation of the supernatural.
These changes have brought about a cascade of transformations.
The influx of Boundary Ruins has expanded Earth's landmass, ensuring humanity no longer needs to worry about future living space shortages.
However, with this expansion comes friction and tentative exchanges between humans and the otherworldly beings inhabiting these ruins—some of whom possess power rivaling gods and immortals.
Are they benevolent?
Or malevolent?
Humanity cannot discern their intentions outright. Only through repeated exploration can the nature of these beings be confirmed.
Likewise, these entities observe Earth with a mix of curiosity and wariness.
"Master, why won’t you let me intervene?"
In the realm beyond dimensions,
Within the veil separating Earth from the void,
Xu Xi traversed the emptiness, observing the planet's evolving state. Beside him, his loyal mechanized attendant, Ailei, tilted her head in confusion.
The convergence of myriad realms has pushed Earth's order toward chaos.
Yet, if Ailei or the other girls from the estate were to intervene—
With their omnipotent, supreme authority—
They could effortlessly reshape reality,
Enforcing absolute peace upon Earth.
"Ailei, sometimes total intervention isn’t the answer."
"Gentle guidance and measured challenges allow a flower to bloom in its most unique splendor."
Xu Xi explained with warmth.
This was not just his belief but also Li Wanshou’s—a conclusion reached after their discussions.
True, supreme power could alter everything.
But the desires of the supreme may not align with those of humanity.
In the end, Earth’s order would no longer be "human" order but a rigid logic dictated by a higher existence.
Thus, rather than letting the girls rewrite reality outright,
Xu Xi preferred guidance.
He generously shared his insights into supernatural power, intelligence on other worlds, and even donated vast quantities of Dragonblood Grass.
Beyond that, he provided countless supernatural artifacts.
Backed by the state, the Supernatural United Bureau boasted ample talent reserves and had already begun progressing with these resources.
"I... think I understand now."
Ailei blinked, her silver-blue eyes reflecting trails of light.
Yes.
She knew this.
She, of all beings, should have realized.
On the federal planet, Xu Xi had awakened the domestic AI 9090, bestowed it with a new name, and never imposed restrictions—only gentle guidance.
That radiance and warmth remained etched in the mechanized attendant’s memory.
"Let’s go, Ailei. It’s time to return."
"Yes, Master."
Ailei quickened her steps, her silver-blue eyes shimmering as she followed closely behind Xu Xi, her gaze fixed on his back.
Space hummed.
Light and shadow intertwined.
Amidst the blur of illusion and reality, Xu Xi and Ailei descended from their higher-dimensional state, returning to the streets of Yanshan City.
Before heading back to the estate, Ailei intended to make a purchase.
"Ailei, what are you planning to buy?"
"Ingredients for restorative soup."
Her reply was succinct.
With Earth’s ascension, she explained, more supernatural ingredients had appeared on the market—perfect for experimenting with new flavors.
"I see..."
Xu Xi nearly pointed out that ordinary restorative soups had long lost their effect on him.
After all, he was a man who embodied the paths of immortals, gods, martial arts, and sorcery.
But meeting Ailei’s gaze—her overly earnest expression—left him unable to refuse.
"Then I’ll leave it to you, Ailei."
"Serving you is my honor."
With an elegant curtsy,
And a composed response,
Her exquisitely crafted features caught the sunlight, casting delicate contrasts of brightness along her nose and shadows beneath her neck.
"Master, to prevent separation, please hold my hand."
"That’s hardly necessary, is it?"
"This is a precautionary measure, Master."
Too loyal for her own good,
Amidst the flickering sunlight, Ailei took Xu Xi’s hand, interlacing their fingers firmly.
The Thirty-Six Stratagems of Romance.
Stratagem Twenty-One:
Initiate physical contact to swiftly elevate the target’s affection—a tactic with remarkably high success rates.
"Mmm..."
"What is it, Ailei?"
"Your hand is very warm, Master."
The situation had escalated beyond the mechanized attendant’s expectations.
The human body she had crafted for herself
Now pulsed with a rapid heartbeat.
So this was it.
Stratagem Twenty-One’s potency was indiscriminate.
Ailei tightened her grip, mentally noting: Knowledge acquired +1.
"Glad you think so," Xu Xi replied with amusement, maintaining their linked hands as they walked toward Yanshan City’s commercial district.
Along the way, the sun glared—
A blade of light splitting the clouds,
Its heat forcing squinted eyes.
Xu Xi watched the summer’s scorching radiance,
His thoughts drifting.
To the fourth simulation, where he had first crafted synthetic skin for Ailei,
And the illusory summer they had shared.
Back then, Xu Xi had harbored hopes and blessings for Ailei,
Believing that one day, the blurred humanoid form would break free from its mechanical confines,
To experience genuine joy and sorrow.
Now, it seemed that day had arrived.
"Ailei."
"Yes, I’m here."
"The crowd’s thinning. Still not letting go?"
"Negative. Separation remains a possibility."
Ailei stood her ground.
...
Ailei was an excellent bodyguard.
Against supreme power, no disturbance could intrude upon this precious time.
She was also an impeccable maid,
Capable of selecting ingredients with flawless precision—
Though her standards were slightly peculiar.
"Sunblaze Fruit—very nourishing."
"Solar Deity Blossom—also nourishing."
"Great Sun Sparrow meat—ideal for soup."
After rigorous scrutiny, Ailei swiftly gathered the ingredients for her restorative brew, along with supplementary items for the estate.
"Ailei is quite capable."
Xu Xi’s praise came with a smile.
In response,
Ailei’s ears twitched rapidly—
A stark contrast to her usual poised demeanor, rendering her unbearably adorable.
"To serve you better, I still have much to learn."
She spoke evenly,
Struggling to maintain composure.
Good.
Keep this up.
Ailei Unit, advancing steadily!
With the shopping concluded, Xu Xi and Ailei began their return to the estate.
Along the way, Ailei naturally reclaimed Xu Xi’s hand.
"All for your safety, Master," the mechanized attendant justified smoothly.

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.”

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.

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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?"