Lin Xuan drove his car to the base of Wang Dahe's building and parked it there. The sleek, eye-catching vehicle quickly drew the attention of many onlookers.
"Wow, so cool!" a boy whistled, clearly impressed.
"What kind of car is that? It looks insanely expensive!"
"Expensive? You have no idea! That’s a Koenigsegg One:1, a supercar from Sweden, nicknamed the 'Ghost of the North.' It’s worth a hundred million yuan!"
"Holy crap! Is that thing made of gold or what?"
"Ahhh, the person inside must be super handsome! With a car like that, their charm is off the charts!" a girl gushed, her hands cupping her cheeks as she stared dreamily at the car, waiting for its owner to step out.
The car had been fitted with a special tinted film by Su Hua, allowing the person inside to see out, but preventing anyone outside from seeing in.
The girl’s male companion, noticing her infatuated expression, couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. "Don’t get your hopes up. Anyone who can afford a car like that is probably some middle-aged guy with a beer belly," he muttered sourly.
Lin Xuan opened the car door and extended a long, well-defined leg.
Everyone’s eyes were glued to the scene.
As Lin Xuan fully emerged from the car, he stood tall in a crisp white shirt and black pants. His handsome features, sharp jawline, and youthful aura radiated confidence and charisma.
The crowd collectively gasped.
He’s ridiculously good-looking…
Wang Dahe’s butler and two bodyguards also stepped out of the car and took their positions beside Lin Xuan.
"Young Master Lin," they greeted him with utmost respect.
The girl who had been fawning over the car tugged at her male companion’s sleeve. "See? Not a middle-aged guy with a beer belly. He’s an absolute dream." She sighed, knowing full well that someone like him would never notice her.
Her companion had no rebuttal. He could only envy Lin Xuan’s wealth and looks, wishing he had even one of those attributes.
"Hey, handsome, can I get your QQ?" a girl dressed in a pink lolita outfit asked, her face flushed with embarrassment.
The butler shot her a disapproving look.
Lin Xuan replied flatly, "I don’t have QQ."
The girl persisted, "What about your phone number?"
Lin Xuan shook his head. "No."
The girl, realizing she was being rejected, awkwardly walked away.
Lin Xuan thought to himself, *I might be living off someone else’s wealth, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let others do the same to me.*
The others, seeing the girl’s failed attempt, quickly abandoned any similar ideas. Lin Xuan leaned against the car and sent Wang Dahe a WeChat message: "I’m here. Come down."
"Got it, be right there!"
Wang Dahe rushed downstairs with a piece of bread in his mouth. When he saw the Koenigsegg One:1 parked outside, his jaw dropped, and the bread fell to the ground.
*Holy crap, Xuanzi, I just saw a supercar, and it’s insanely cool!*
*Check this out! A Koenigsegg One:1! One of the world’s top supercars. Isn’t it amazing?*
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Wang Dahe bombarded Lin Xuan with messages.
*Did you see the rich guy in the photo? He’s the owner of this car. Man, some people have it all—good looks and a wealthy family. It’s not fair!*
*Xuanzi, if I could own this car—no, scratch that. If I could just ride in it for a spin, I’d be over the moon.*
*By the way, where are you? I don’t see you around.*
Lin Xuan looked up and spotted Wang Dahe not far away. Feeling mischievous, he walked over and placed a hand on Wang Dahe’s shoulder. "Hey, buddy, I think we’ve got some good vibes here. How about joining me for a ride?"
Wang Dahe’s hand trembled.
Was this for real? There’s no such thing as a free lunch. Was this guy planning to harvest his organs or something?
But then…
He glanced at the Koenigsegg One:1.
Wang Dahe swallowed hard. Someone who could afford a car like this, and carried himself with such confidence, probably wasn’t involved in anything shady.
Wang Dahe grinned, his eyes almost disappearing into slits. "Thanks, man."
He climbed into the passenger seat.
Wow, these seats are so comfortable.
And the interior? Absolutely stunning. Everything about it screamed luxury.
As the car sped off, Wang Dahe’s excitement only grew.
The power of this thing is insane. It’s so exhilarating!
No wonder it’s a limited-edition supercar worth over a hundred million yuan!
Lin Xuan, who was driving, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Hey, I noticed you were looking around earlier. Were you waiting for someone?"
Wang Dahe smacked his forehead.
How could he have forgotten about Xuanzi?
"Yeah, I was looking for my buddy."
Lin Xuan replied, "Well, I can take you back so your friend doesn’t have to wait."
"No, no, it’s fine," Wang Dahe quickly waved his hand. "My friend had something come up and had to head back halfway."
Wang Dahe discreetly sent Lin Xuan a WeChat message.
*Xuanzi, sorry about this, but this rich guy invited me for a ride. How could I pass up the chance to ride in a supercar? If I said no, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.*
*Xuanzi, I’ll catch up with you after the ride.*
He was the perfect example of someone who’d ditch a friend for a fancy car.
Not long after he sent the message, Lin Xuan’s phone chimed with a WeChat notification.
Wang Dahe glanced at it. Must be a coincidence.
"Hey, man, how long have you had this car? Did your dad buy it for you?" Wang Dahe asked, his eyes gleaming with envy.
Lin Xuan replied, "It’s my first time driving it. My girlfriend gave it to me as a birthday present."
Man, I want a girlfriend like that.
Wang Dahe was green with envy. Getting a Koenigsegg worth a hundred million yuan as a birthday gift? The world of the rich is truly something else.
"Speaking of birthdays, my buddy had his last month. I didn’t have much money, so I just got him a phone."
Wang Dahe noticed Lin Xuan’s phone.
Huh? That phone looks just like Xuanzi’s—a budget 1,500-yuan Xiaomi phone.
Shouldn’t a rich guy like him be using a high-end iPhone?
Lin Xuan chuckled. "You’re a good friend to him."
That voice… it sounded so much like Xuanzi’s. And his appearance—he looked just like Xuanzi too.
A wild thought crossed Wang Dahe’s mind.
Is he Xuanzi?
But just as quickly, Wang Dahe shook his head.
No way! Xuanzi couldn’t afford a Koenigsegg, and he definitely wasn’t this good-looking.
Lin Xuan decided to stop messing with Wang Dahe. He hit the brakes and brought the car to a stop.
Wang Dahe looked around. They were surrounded by tall trees, their leaves blocking out the sun, creating a shady, eerie atmosphere. There wasn’t a soul in sight.
Wang Dahe gulped.
Is he really going to harvest my organs?
Lin Xuan suddenly turned to face Wang Dahe, his eyes locking onto his.
Wang Dahe sat up straight, his heart pounding.
If he’s not after my organs, is he… into guys?
Does this rich guy have a thing for me?
"Uh…" Wang Dahe hugged his chest protectively, his expression full of caution. "Hey, man, I’m straight. Totally straight. I’m not into guys, no matter how rich you are."
Lin Xuan was speechless.
Where did that even come from?
"Wang Dahe," Lin Xuan said.
Wang Dahe froze.
How does he know my name? I never told him who I was.
Lin Xuan sighed and gave Wang Dahe’s shoulder a firm pat. "I’m your sworn brother, Lin Xuan!"
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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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?"
