"I’ll do whatever you say, just please don’t cut off my limbs," Wang Ge Shuo Yu replied tremblingly.
"If only you had been this cooperative earlier," Lin Xuan chuckled lightly.
Lin Xuan tossed Wang Ge Shuo Yu's phone back to him. "I’ve already helped you register a new phone number. You can start live-streaming directly from it."
"Yes, yes, yes," Wang Ge Shuo Yu agreed, not daring to disobey Lin Xuan’s instructions, terrified that Lin Xuan might decide to eliminate him.
He made his way to the living room.
Lin Xuan instructed the bodyguards to place the four jars in front of Wang Ge Shuo Yu.
"Open the ones you need to eat yourself," Lin Xuan smirked.
Originally, he had planned to just pick someone at random to make an example of.
But this Wang Ge Shuo Yu was just too arrogant.
The idea of live-streaming while eating excrement upside down was something Wang Ge Shuo Yu had suggested himself, so he only had himself to blame.
The bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief, grateful it wasn’t them who had to open the jars.
Wang Ge Shuo Yu trembled as he lifted the lid off one of the jars. The contents had been sealed for too long, and as soon as the lid was removed, an overwhelming stench burst out, assaulting Wang Ge Shuo Yu’s senses and making his stomach churn.
"Ugh—"
Wang Ge Shuo Yu couldn’t hold back his nausea and began vomiting.
Lin Xuan sat in a chair, resting one leg over the other, clearly enjoying the spectacle with a gleeful expression.
Sometimes, it was quite enjoyable to seek amusement from people who didn’t know any better.
"The live-stream is about to start. Remember, don’t try anything funny. Otherwise, your hands and feet might just get chopped off," Lin Xuan warned, his voice brimming with danger.
"If you want to gamble on it, feel free. I wouldn’t mind cutting off your limbs myself."
Wang Ge Shuo Yu, holding his stomach, felt like he might vomit up his own bile.
"Don’t worry, I won’t do anything," Wang Ge Shuo Yu said, his face pale.
There was no way he would dare to defy this man again. He was terrifying!
"You’re being quite obedient now," Lin Xuan remarked with a raised eyebrow.
Wang Ge Shuo Yu’s face was a picture of misery.
Was he supposed to defy him instead?
Lin Xuan started filming with his phone, aiming it directly at Wang Ge Shuo Yu.
Before coming, Lin Xuan had already hacked into Weibo’s backend and arranged for a trending topic.
#Wang Ge Shuo Yu Live-Streams Eating Excrement Upside Down#
The topic soared to the top of the trending chart.
Wang Ge Shuo Yu had made a name for himself by constantly criticizing and spreading rumors about various celebrities, earning the ire of their fans. Seeing this trending topic, they eagerly refreshed the page, waiting for the live-stream to begin.
Passersby were simply there for the gossip.
Live-streaming while eating excrement upside down?
If it was real, it would be absolutely explosive!
Too intense!
They had never seen anything like it before.
Curious onlookers also began waiting for the live-stream.
[What’s going on? Why hasn’t it started yet? Isn’t this just a prank?]
[It’s definitely fake! Wang Ge Shuo Yu saying he’ll live-stream eating excrement is just hot air. He’d never actually do it!]
[Wang Ge Shuo Yu’s account has been suspended. I think this is just a publicity stunt to get people’s attention! Everyone, let’s move on. He’s not going to do it!]
[Holy crap! The live-stream’s started! It’s really Wang Ge Shuo Yu!]
At the sight of this, people rushed into the live streaming room.
Wang Ge Shuo Yu stood in front of the camera, glancing nervously at the four bodyguards sharpening knives in front of him, and swallowed hard.
He began introducing himself nervously on camera, "Hello everyone, I’m Wang Ge Shuo Yu. I lost a bet with someone, and the punishment is to live-stream eating excrement upside down..."
Netizens, hearing Wang Ge Shuo Yu’s words and seeing the transparent glass jars in front of him, were stunned.
Wait, is this for real?
[It’s probably just a prop.]
[I don’t think it’s a prop. Props wouldn’t look this realistic.]
[Holy crap, look, there are flies buzzing around. I’m certain this is the real deal!]
[No way, just looking at it is making me feel nauseous.]
Wang Ge Shuo Yu leaned against the wall, preparing to go upside down. After a long period of mental preparation, he extended his trembling hand toward the first jar.
Yellow and gooey, it smeared all over his hand.
Lin Xuan: "……"
He was here to watch a show, but now he was starting to feel nauseated himself.
Lin Xuan turned his head away, no longer watching.
The live-stream was flooded with crazy commentary.
[Oh my god, the breakfast I just had is coming back up.]
[Ugh—I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to puke.]
[Mommy, this is so disgusting, yet… I can’t stop watching… It’s so thrilling…]
[This has got to be real excrement. I can smell the stench through my screen. Who is this genius who prepared all these different kinds?]
Wang Ge Shuo Yu struggled to suppress his nausea and revulsion as he scooped the contents out of the jar and forced them into his mouth, bit by bit.
Lin Xuan and the bodyguards found it repulsive and turned their heads away.
Only Butler Wang seemed thoroughly entertained, his eyes bright with interest.
Lin Xuan: "……" So, that’s what Butler Wang is like.
In the midst of it all, Wang Ge Shuo Yu vomited several times, but eventually, he managed to finish the contents of the jar. His hands and mouth were smeared with the foul-smelling mess.
Lin Xuan shut off the phone.
"Is this… good enough for you?" Wang Ge Shuo Yu asked nervously.
Lin Xuan looked at the remains of the excrement on Wang Ge Shuo Yu’s mouth: "…"
For a moment, he felt a twinge of sympathy for the man.
It was too much to bear.
"It’s good enough," Lin Xuan said, his goal achieved, so he had no further interest in Wang Ge Shuo Yu.
"Thank you, thank you," Wang Ge Shuo Yu prostrated himself on the ground, showing an extreme level of subservience.
As a result of the live-stream of him eating excrement, Wang Ge Shuo Yu gained sixty thousand new followers.
Before leaving, Lin Xuan kindly took Wang Ge Shuo Yu’s phone and deleted his account once more. After two account deletions, Wang Ge Shuo Yu wouldn’t be able to register a new account for a week.
This meant he wouldn’t be able to capitalize on the buzz from the excrement-eating incident.
As soon as Lin Xuan left, Wang Ge Shuo Yu rushed to the bathroom, frantically washing his hands and brushing his teeth.
When he emerged from the bathroom, he saw the remaining contents in the jars on the floor and felt another wave of nausea. He quickly ran back to the toilet and vomited violently.
After finally recovering, he checked his phone and found that his Weibo account had been deleted again.
Wang Ge Shuo Yu was so angry he nearly spat blood.
As Lin Xuan was on his way back, he checked the trending topics and let out a cold smile.
First, deleting accounts on Weibo, and then the live-stream of eating excrement upside down—he wanted to see which other social media influencers would dare to slander him in the future.
Lin Xuan also sent a message to Lei Hui.
[Inform the legal department to sue these individuals. The reason: defamation, slander.]
Lin Xuan sent Lei Hui several screenshots.
Lei Hui replied promptly, [Understood, boss.]
As for Lin Li, they were now just waiting for Luo Yuan’s update.
The legal department went after Lin Li’s most vocal supporters, and the court ruled that they had to pay a fine of one hundred and fifty thousand yuan and publicly apologize.
One hundred and fifty thousand yuan was a substantial sum for the average person!
Even many celebrities in the entertainment industry rarely bothered to sue those who badmouthed them, but here Lin Xuan, an ordinary person, had taken legal action against them!
Faced with this, some of Lin Li’s fans backed down and quietly deleted their insulting comments about Lin Xuan.

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.”

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?!

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia