When Xu Mo took out the ancient small box from the safe, the Redology experts in the office were completely exhilarated.
"This carving, this craftsmanship—it’s unmistakably from the late Ming to early Qing dynasty!"
"Young friend, open it quickly! Let me see it right away!"
"I never thought these old bones of mine would live to see the content of the last forty chapters of *Dream of the Red Chamber*... It’s worth it, this lifetime is worth it!"
"Hahaha, I can die in peace now!"
Although these Redology experts were all thinking that they might have the chance to see this undoubted cultural treasure in their lifetime, and even if they died, they could rest in peace, their faces visibly brightened, as if they had regained a decade of youth.
In front of the experts, Xu Mo opened the quaint little box, put on gloves, and carefully took out a stack of slightly yellowed rice paper, placing it gently on the coffee table.
Even though Xu Mo handled these century-old treasures with such care, the experts still held their breath, fearing that any rough movement might damage this priceless artifact.
After Xu Mo brought out the rice paper, the experts quickly put on gloves and reading glasses, crowding around to examine it closely.
They had already seen the content of the rice paper in photographs, but now they wanted to experience the treasure up close and personally verify its authenticity.
After a thorough appraisal, they reached a conclusion: the content of the last forty chapters of *Dream of the Red Chamber* in Xu Mo’s possession was genuine!
For a long time, Redology had been divided into several schools of thought, each holding its own theories and speculations about the missing final forty chapters. But now, with the content revealed, there was nothing left to argue about.
Redology was about to undergo a major reshuffle!
The experts immediately launched into a heated discussion about how to make the content of the last forty chapters public.
"What are we waiting for? Contact the publishers right away and get it published! At the same time, hold a press conference and invite Xu Mo to join us in announcing this great news to the nation."
"No, no, I don’t think that’s appropriate. I’ve read part of the content on my way here, and some of it isn’t suitable for public release."
"Not suitable? This is a literary work, and literature has always been controversial. I don’t think it’s a big deal!"
"Exactly, and this is a cultural treasure that belongs to all people. I think it’s essential to make it public!"
"..."
At that moment, Han Fei’s father-in-law stepped forward.
"Stop arguing... Whether or not to make it public isn’t up to us. I think we should ask Xu Mo for his opinion. After all, this is his family heirloom."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone’s eyes turned to Xu Mo.
As for whether to make it public, Xu Mo didn’t mind either way, but he leaned more toward sharing this cultural treasure with the world.
"I agree with making it public. Something good shouldn’t be buried."
"Right! That’s exactly what I think!" an elderly man with white hair exclaimed excitedly. "However, some parts of the last forty chapters aren’t suitable for public release. I think we need to revise and discuss the final version before publishing."
This suggestion was almost unanimously agreed upon by the experts.
Making it public was a must.
After all, this was a cultural treasure that belonged to all people.
As for the parts of the last forty chapters that weren’t suitable for public release, they could be slightly modified—it wasn’t a big deal.
Literary works often need revisions; it’s normal for them not to be published in their raw form.
As for who would handle the revisions, it would naturally be these experts. They had spent their entire lives studying *Dream of the Red Chamber*, and no one understood it better than they did. It was only fitting that they would discuss and revise the final version for publication.
The group decided to announce the joyous news of the discovery of the last forty chapters of *Dream of the Red Chamber* to the nation as soon as possible.
However, the content wouldn’t be published immediately. The experts needed time to discuss, organize, and revise it before contacting publishers for release.
Of course, before that, they had to ensure that the original content of *Dream of the Red Chamber* wouldn’t be leaked.
The content of the last forty chapters hadn’t been widely disseminated.
Although Xu Mo had already displayed it in his private museum, only the box containing the rice paper and the first page of the content had been shown. The rest of the content hadn’t been revealed.
The only people who knew the full content of the last forty chapters were Xu Mo, Han Fei, and the experts present.
Leakage was impossible.
Xu Mo and Han Fei were police officers, and they were tight-lipped. They wouldn’t spread the information carelessly. As for the experts, they were even more reliable.
At that moment, their minds were entirely focused on *Dream of the Red Chamber*. If conditions allowed, they wouldn’t even leave the office, nor would they waste time checking their phones. There was no chance of the information leaking.
After finalizing their plans, the group immediately contacted major media platforms and held a press conference.
When the news of the discovery of the last forty chapters of *Dream of the Red Chamber* broke, the media world exploded. Reporters from all over rushed to the private museum.
Even state media was stirred by the news.
...
That evening, led by state media, outlets of all sizes published the earth-shattering news.
"Breaking News! The Original Content of the Last Forty Chapters of *Dream of the Red Chamber* Has Been Discovered!"
Under the overwhelming coverage of the media, the news instantly went viral.
"Holy cow! The original last forty chapters of *Dream of the Red Chamber* have been found? I thought they were lost forever! Who’s the genius behind this discovery?"
"What *Dream of the Red Chamber*? The last forty chapters were lost? I remember reading the ending. Am I misremembering?"
"You read the ending, but it wasn’t the original one. It was Gao E’s continuation. That’s not the same!"
"When will the original content be released? I can’t wait to read it!"
"..."
After the news had time to spread, the press conference took place as scheduled.
Major media platforms livestreamed the event.
The most popular was the official livestream.
The number of viewers in the livestream changed almost every second.
Within less than a minute, the viewership soared to ten million and continued to climb.
At the press conference, Xu Mo, alongside a group of Redology experts, presented the ancient wooden box containing the last forty chapters of *Dream of the Red Chamber* in front of the cameras, confirming the news to the public.
Once again, the entire internet erupted in excitement...

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?"

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.”

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.

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!