The Xia Family Manor.
Inside the first-floor hall.
Xia Zhenfeng had specifically asked the butler to prepare the lazy Susan table, which was rarely brought out.
He led Lei Siren, Xia Xiashan, and Wang Ran to sit around the table, drinking cup after cup of tea.
In such a massive manor, how could there not be a dedicated guest reception room?
Entertaining guests in the main hall was a clear sign of disrespect.
At this moment.
Lei Siren, the main guest of honor, had not yet realized the gravity of the situation.
Lei Siren took small sips of his hot tea, constantly pondering in his mind where things had gone wrong.
Uncle Xia's usual attitude towards him was nothing like this!
Had he been bewitched by Lin Yu?
But Uncle Xia had only met Lin Yu for the first time today.
And his attitude when they first met clearly wasn't that great either!
Or perhaps Weiwei had said something harsh that made Uncle Xia disgusted with him?
Then again.
Weiwei's attitude towards him had always been terrible!
It was Uncle Xia who had always encouraged him, telling him not to give up and to put in more effort.
He had treated him entirely as a future son-in-law to say those things in the past!
Just what the hell went wrong today?
The atmosphere grew cold for a while. Sensing that things were going south, Lei Siren started looking for a new topic of conversation.
Uncle Xia, what are your thoughts on Lin Yu?
Hehe, when I first met him, I was really taken aback.
Despite looking quite thin, his fighting skills are actually extraordinary, completely contrary to his appearance.
Weiwei...
...seems to have a pretty good impression of him, too.
It would have been fine if Lei Siren had kept his mouth shut, but his words only reignited the anger in Xia Zhenfeng's heart.
He questioned coldly:
Oh?
Didn't you guys just have a meal together?
How did you know that kid is a good fighter?
Lei Siren: !!!
Xia Xiashan and Wang Ran's gazes immediately converged on Lei Siren.
Looking for topics to talk about when there's nothing to say, huh?
Digging his own grave and jumping right into it.
How could you tell someone's fighting skills just from eating a meal?
No matter how you listened to it, it sounded unreasonable!
The two women were very curious to hear how Lei Siren would explain this.
Lei Siren's brain spun rapidly, desperately trying to find a suitable excuse.
And wouldn't you know it.
He actually managed to come up with a passable story...
Uncle Xia, there's something Weiwei definitely didn't tell you.
After our meal that day, we went to the underground parking garage and ran into a bunch of drunks.
Those blind fools came up and started making trouble for us.
Lin Yu was really brave then. He charged straight in and beat them up.
That was also my first time seeing him in action!
He's truly incredible. I'm quite impressed, hehehe.
After Lei Siren finished speaking, he laughed awkwardly.
At the same time.
He also realized that he had said a bit too much.
If he kept talking, he'd end up spilling all his own secrets!
Those blind fools were the very people he had hired!
Upon hearing this, Xia Zhenfeng snorted coldly in disdain:
Heh, according to what you're saying...
A bunch of hooligans came to cause trouble, and you just stood by and watched?
What were you doing at the time?
Lei Siren's face flushed red, caught entirely off guard by the question.
What kind of level was Lei Siren at?
Let alone a group of hooligans, he couldn't even deal with a single one.
Did her father not know what kind of combat power Xia Yiwei possessed?
Unless they came in a whole minivan, who could possibly hurt her!
With Xia Zhenfeng's words, Lei Siren became even more certain of one thing.
Today, Uncle Xia was deliberately targeting him!
When someone thinks you're the problem, everything you say is wrong.
The other party can easily refute you.
Brother Zhenfeng, long time no see.
Just as Lei Siren was at a loss for how to reply, an elegant woman's voice came from the doorway.
Hearing the familiar voice, Lei Siren stood up in shock and looked toward the door.
It took him a good while to process before he blankly muttered:
Mom...
Why, why are you here?
Why didn't you tell me in advance...
The newcomer was none other than...
Lei Siren's biological mother, Madam Hong Lan!
Her appearance instantly made Lei Siren feel that things were taking a disastrous turn!
Today was most likely not a simple family dinner, but a trap!
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!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.
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.”
