Nighttime.
A low-profile black sedan slowly pulled over by the roadside.
"Thank you so much, Auntie."
Gu Luo, seated in the back, politely expressed his gratitude to Tang Qi in the driver's seat.
He never expected that this dazzling queen of the entertainment industry would personally drive them home.
"It’s no trouble at all, Xiao Luo. I truly admire your composition Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix. When the right opportunity arises, let’s discuss incorporating it into a film," Tang Qi replied softly through her tightly wrapped mask.
"It would be my honor."
Gu Luo smiled, then turned to the clingy Lin Mengyun nestled in his arms and whispered gently, "Yunyun, we’re home now. How about we play together next time?"
Hearing this, Lin Mengyun immediately pouted, her grip around him tightening instead of loosening.
Gu Luo had no choice but to patiently coax her, murmuring soothing words until, after what felt like forever, he finally managed to calm the affectionate little girl down.
He promised to visit her whenever he had time—essentially making grand but vague assurances.
After all, it wasn’t like one could just casually meet a superstar like Tang Qi whenever they pleased.
The two stepped out of the car, waving goodbye to Tang Qi inside before turning toward the apartment entrance.
Yet the black sedan remained motionless, parked silently in place.
"Brother, wait for me—I left something in the car."
Just as they neared the door, Luo Shuling suddenly stopped and turned back.
"The car—"
Gu Luo was about to say the car had probably already left, but before he could finish, he glanced back and saw Tang Qi’s black sedan still parked steadily nearby.
Inside the car, Tang Qi noticed Luo Shuling turning around and immediately pulled out her phone, pretending to be engrossed in texting someone.
A few seconds later, the car window was lightly tapped.
Only then did Tang Qi "snap out of it," hurriedly rolling down the window.
With feigned surprise, she smiled at Luo Shuling. "What’s wrong, Xiao Ling?"
"I forgot something in the car."
Luo Shuling wore a perfectly polite smile.
"Oh, go ahead and grab it then."
"Mm."
Luo Shuling responded, then opened the rear door and leaned in, making a show of searching the seats and floor mats.
Suddenly, without warning, she spoke coldly:
"Don’t come looking for my brother again."
Tang Qi’s expression beneath the mask froze in shock, her head instinctively turning toward the girl.
Luo Shuling continued rummaging as if nothing had happened, adding calmly:
"You know what I mean."
After a pause, she abruptly locked eyes with Tang Qi, her face now mirroring Luo Shuhe’s icy indifference. She enunciated each word slowly:
"First: I won’t tolerate even the slightest hint of sadness in my brother."
"Second: My surname is Luo—Luo Qidong’s Luo."
"So, don’t interfere with our lives."
Tang Qi could only stare blankly at the girl radiating dominance from the back seat, momentarily speechless.
At that moment, she finally confirmed it—the piercing gaze she’d felt earlier in the restroom hadn’t been her imagination.
Luo Qidong…
Did that mean Luo Liang was the daughter of that Old Master Luo?
But that couldn’t be…
While Tang Qi was still lost in thought, Luo Shuling had already shut the car door.
She swiftly switched back to a cheerful demeanor, skipping over to Gu Luo and looping her arm through his affectionately.
Then, chatting and laughing, the two disappeared into the apartment building.
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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!
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.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
