The plane journey full of disasters finally came to an end after landing.
The three hijackers hurriedly surrendered themselves the moment the plane landed, afraid that they would be killed on the spot if they were a second too late.
Although they felt it was more likely that their bones would be crushed into dust.
After all, they recognized that this guy was a powerhouse who had killed the beauty profile a month ago.
"Aren't we going to wait for that Taoist friend?"
Lv Cheng had just used a freeze talisman in front of Qi's mother, she held Qi Ao's hand to stop him from running around and asked.
"No need."
Qi Yuan glanced at Lv Cheng, who was surrounded by the crowd, and mercilessly abandoned him.
According to plan, check in at the designated hotel. The hotel manager received them with fear and trepidation.
They booked two rooms, Qi Yuan and Qi Ao stayed together.
After sending away his little brother to find his mother, Qi Yuan lay on the bed and browsed Shen City's paranormal forum.
There was new information coming in. Qi Yuan took one look at the avatar and immediately retracted his hand that was about to click to open it. It was sent by Lv Cheng.
He didn't need to look to know it was accusing him.
He continued browsing the forum.
"Today, two gangs of hijackers on a certain flight collided, the ending was unexpected."
Are you the legendary editor who shocked the department?
Qi Yuan ridiculed, but his body was still very honest and clicked it open.
"What kind of retro opener is this editor?"
"The hijackers had an internal fight? Both sides suffered losses?"
"I know this one, the two gangs of hijackers were beaten by a certain master, and then they all went to jail."
The original poster replied under the last one.
"Almost, but the process is different."
As soon as this reply came out, it instantly attracted a wave of boos.
"Let's break up, not unexpected at all."
"Plus three experience points, goodbye."
"Standard ending."
This original poster was probably scared by this momentum and posted the content in less than a minute.
"Don't go, these hijackers were not beaten, they tied themselves up and went to the police station to surrender."
"According to fellow passengers, the hijackers saw the master and immediately knelt down, without any resistance."
"Aren't you curious which master returned to Shen City?"
Qi Yuan saw that the reply was only one or two minutes apart from when the original poster sent the message. The original poster seemed to have taken the bait.
"Master? Nine Seats Bai Li?"
"My goddess Bai Li has not appeared for a long time."
"Don't guess randomly, if it was Bai Li, the forum would probably be filled with posts about her now."
"Original poster's reply: It's a man, not Bai Li."
Bai Li hasn't appeared for a long time?
Speaking of which, Shi Jianwen had gossiped before, saying Dragon Country would probably have a big move, now it seems that the gossip merchant's sense of smell really couldn't be underestimated.
It was a pity that the gossip merchant was busy moving his gossip now, otherwise he could have asked Shi Jianwen.
Although he had quite thick skin and would not stop praising himself, just thinking that Shi Jianwen would misinterpret two posts he casually sent and then spread them around, he'd rather not.
The biggest difference between the Shen City and Qipan City forums was that as their horizons broadened, even if their paranormal level was not very high, they would still be unable to beat just B-level on the keyboard.
This atmosphere also affected paranormals in the same way. Unlike Qipan City paranormals who enjoyed life, they kept chasing the peak of strength.
Browsing the forum, he didn't realize it was time to sleep until his little brother was chased back by his mother.
Qi Yuan turned off the lights and fell asleep.
...
The next day,
After Qi Yuan finished breakfast at the hotel, he set off for the Superpower Association.
He and his mother acted separately, he was responsible for choosing a house, while his mother went to handle Qi Ao's transfer student materials.
He thought he understood Shen City after browsing the forums yesterday, but there were still many places that surprised him after he went out.
There was a high-end protective clothing advertisement playing on the big screen, claiming that silkworm threads spit out by insect-type monsters had been added to their soft armor, making it more lightweight, transparent and sturdy.
The publicity posters posted on the streets stated that it was forbidden to add parts of the man-faced Aphrodite to food.
There was also publicity for the Monster Museum.
There were also more patrol team members than in Qipan City, and he saw several patrol cabins when taking the bus.
After getting off the bus, Qi Yuan walked along the roadside.
"Ah, someone is robbing."
A shrill female voice rang out.
A young man wearing a hat and holding a lady's handbag ran over.
The robber was chased by a sunny boy who knocked down the robber in two or three moves.
He smiled brightly at the camera, "Someone actually dared to rob in Shen City. He must be a newcomer from out of town."
Qi Yuan, the foreigner, was furious. It was clearly a local.
It was one thing for them to make up scripts for their livestream, but how could they smear outsiders too?
The lady came over in a timely manner and thanked the sunny boy profusely.
Just as they thought everything would end perfectly happily according to the script, a hand patted the sunny boy's shoulder.
"It's on my way anyway, so let me take the robber to the police station for you."
The sunny boy revealed his carefully practiced smile and waved his hand. "I can handle it myself."
When he saw Qi Yuan's face clearly, his face stiffened.
Although he didn't know who the other party was, he relied on his intuition to judge that the other party was not someone he could afford to offend.
Otherwise, he would have subtly hinted to the audience that Qi Yuan only had the strength of his face and was a weakling. This face was simply a murderous weapon for the audience. If he didn't do something, the fans he had painstakingly cultivated would make clothes for the other party to marry into his family.
However, he didn't dare do anything...
"Don't be polite, I just arrived in Shen City and also want to make some contributions to this city."
"Really, it's too much trouble for you."
Qi Yuan didn't give them a way out: "I have no plans today, don't worry."
He looked at the two hesitant people and asked knowingly, "Are you worried that I will let him go halfway?"
The sunny boy couldn't explain it properly. He could only bite the bullet and cut off the live stream. He cried and complained about how difficult the live streaming industry was and how hard it was for him, with the last sentence glossing over the matter of their script.
The three of them carefully observed Qi Yuan's expression, trying to muddle through.
"I won't make it difficult for you either, just explain the script thing in the live stream."
The three showed a look of distress, especially the sunny boy who had a crying face and wanted to sell more misery.
However, Qi Yuan had already left.
"Can I not write it? After all, he doesn't know which number my live studio is..."
The sunny boy asked his two companions hopefully.
"It's your business, settle the salary first."
"Yeah."
The sunny boy was instantly angry: "You still have the cheek to ask for money after messing things up like this?"
The only female in the three laughed at the sunny boy's muddled brain and kindly reminded him: "You picked this location. How can you blame us when something goes wrong?"
The "robber" was not so good-tempered. His tone was cold and threatening.
"You don't even know what my ability is and you dare to disobey me?"
When the sunny boy met the "robber's" threatening gaze, he consciously transferred the money over.
"The robber" let the sunny boy off after getting the money, and kindly reminded him as he left.
"You'd better post it early, otherwise I'll post it for you in a few days, and the wording may not be to your satisfaction."
When it came to the guy who was eating, the sunny boy was not afraid anymore and confronted him head-on: "Is this your professional ethics?"
The "robber" laughed at his muddled brain and kindly reminded him: "I'm trying to give you good advice here and you're attacking me?"
The only female in the scene, seeing that the sunny boy was so unlucky, patiently explained: "You dare to disobey him without knowing his ability? Haven't you ever seen contract and curse abilities?"
Thinking of the bizarre nature of these two abilities, the sunny boy shuddered and did not dare to drag his feet any longer. He went back home with a bitter face to edit the apology letter.

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?"

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.