Lu Youqi narrowed his eyes as he looked at his eight sons.
"You’re all such filial children—laughing your father to death."
Seated in his wheelchair, Lu Ludu glanced at Luo Yao and nodded before addressing Lu Youqi.
"Don’t act so indignant. Born into a great family like ours, what choice do we have but to fight? Take you, for instance—didn’t you seize power by eliminating your own brother?"
"Nonsense!" Lu Youqi denied immediately. Lu Ludu smirked in disdain.
"You think you covered your tracks well, but I’ve got irrefutable proof. Otherwise, why do you think everyone here is standing behind me?"
Seeing Lu Youqi’s face twitch, Lu Ludu’s grin widened.
"Honestly, there’s no point denying it. It’s the truth—one of the tragedies of great families. Even the Head of the Li Family, already taken away by the authorities—how many of the major families in this city, aside from the Wang Family, have gained their positions cleanly?"
"If you could do it, why can’t we?"
After years of patience, Lu Ludu finally let loose.
"Old man, stop struggling. Look around—do you see even one of your sons standing with you? You know exactly how we’ve lived all these years. ‘Young masters of a wealthy family’ sounds nice, but in reality, we were just your tools. Which one of us wasn’t abused growing up?"
The room fell silent. No one could refute Lu Ludu’s words.
To the outside world, Lu Youqi was refined and amiable, but within the Lu Family, he was a notorious tyrant—violent and cruel to his own kin.
Lu Youqi felt his heart turn cold. He had anticipated this day might come, but never imagined it would be such a complete betrayal.
"Where’s Luxin?" he asked, referring to his favorite ninth son.
"Ah, Ninth Brother. Right—the only one you never laid a hand on. But you won’t be seeing him."
"What do you mean?"
Lu Ludu feigned sorrow.
"You accused me of drug trafficking, but it wasn’t me—it was Ninth Brother. I’ve already handed him over to the authorities. After all, for a crime this big, someone from the main Lu Family line has to take the fall. Don’t you agree, Lu Youqi?"
The sorrow vanished, replaced by a chilling grin. Lu Youqi’s scalp prickled.
He understood now—Lu Ludu was framing Lu Luxin for this.
Just as he had once tried to force Lu Ludu to confess, except Lu Ludu was actually guilty, while Lu Luxin, at least in this case, was innocent.
"You unfilial wretch! Have you no shred of familial love?"
Lu Ludu scoffed. "Familial love? ‘Royal families are the cruelest.’ We may not be royalty, but our infighting is just as vicious. If love meant anything, so many wouldn’t have died."
"If you truly care about your son, why not take the blame yourself? Do one last thing for the Lu Family."
"Though I have to say, Ninth Brother really was the most filial. When I told him his father would die unless he took the blame, he actually went. Hilarious! And you pinned your hopes on this fool? How could he possibly lead the Lu Family forward?"
Lu Ludu paused, eyes burning with hatred.
"Too bad he doesn’t know what’ll happen to his dear father after he confesses. Even I can’t predict how ugly it’ll get."
Lu Youqi took a deep breath, stunned by Lu Ludu’s ruthlessness.
This was his own flesh and blood.
"So now you’re staging a coup?"
"A coup? You really think you’re an emperor? I’m just following your example. How you came to power—need I remind you? I’m doing this for the Lu Family’s future."
Lu Youqi felt the bitter irony of his life.
Yes, he had seized power unjustly, but at least he’d done it quietly.
Now these traitorous sons of his had outdone him in cruelty.
"You really think I’m some pushover? Fine. If this is how it is, I won’t hold back."
Lu Youqi saw the full picture now. He wouldn’t wait for death—if he acted fast, he might still save Lu Luxin.
"Lu Youhu, seize these traitors!"
Lu Youhu, Lu Youqi’s cousin, oversaw the Lu Family’s entire security force.
"Brother, my apologies. I prefer your sons. You’re old—time to step down."
Shock. Disbelief. Numbness.
"What? What did that wretch promise you?"
Lu Youhu showed no shame. "Nothing much. Just double what you gave me. And let’s not forget—you did the same to our eldest brother. What goes around comes around. You should’ve known this was coming."
Rage burned in Lu Youqi’s eyes.
"Fine. Fine! My own dear brother. Don’t blame me for cutting ties. You think I’ve no cards left?"
"Ah San, it’s up to you now. Take down Lu Ludu."
Ah San—the seemingly unreliable servant. To outsiders, he was just another underling. Only Lu Youqi knew the truth: this man was a top-three assassin on the dark web.
For years, he’d stayed by Lu Youqi’s side—loyalty bought with money, his servant identity just a cover.
Lu Youqi had absolute confidence in him. Crushing Lu Youhu and subduing Lu Ludu would be effortless.
"Patriarch, my apologies. I now serve Young Master Ludu."
Lu Youqi nearly spat blood.
"Then why the hell did you report to me earlier? Just walk over to their side!"
Ah San wore an aggrieved expression. "I had to be steady."
Lu Youqi: "..."
"You… all of you… Agh—I’ll die of rage!"
Ah San sighed. "Patriarch, steady."
Steady?
"Steady your mother—"
The outburst left Lu Youqi lightheaded. Then he remembered one last hope.
He turned to Luo Yao.
"President Luo, help me."
Lu Ludu sneered. "Old man, President Luo is my ally. Why would she help you?"
Lu Youqi was floored. How had this bastard Lu Ludu pulled this off?
Luo Yao rose and approached Lu Youqi.
"Beg."
"What?"
"Beg."
Without hesitation, Lu Youqi dropped to his knees, knocking his forehead against the floor.
"President Luo, I beg you—save me! The Lu Family will submit to you!"
Luo Yao looked down in contempt. This was the man who’d dared oppose her?
"You had such an air of authority before. What happened? Done pretending?"
Lu Youqi shook his head like a rattle-drum. "No more pretending. Never again."
At last, the old dog groveled at her feet. Luo Yao felt like a victorious general.
Years ago, Lu Youqi had sent his sons to harass her while squeezing Luo Corporation in business.
If not for her ruthlessness and decisiveness, she’d never have made it this far.
Today, it all ended.
The Lu Family’s fate was sealed.

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

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.”