Fortunately, he was a bit slow, or he would have ended up on the ground as well.
Shen Qianqian's gaze at Lin Xuan was even more infatuated.
She had thought that Lin Xuan didn't know martial arts and was weak, incapable of even tying a chicken.
Who would have thought he was so awesome.
No wonder he was the man she, Shen Qianqian, had set her eyes on. He truly is amazing.
Lin Xuan, on the other hand, furrowed his brows with a look of disdain.
Too weak.
Not a single bit of ability to fight back.
The few gangsters felt as if their entire bodies were falling apart after being kicked by Lin Xuan.
They struggled to get up from the ground.
Lin Xuan cast a glance in their direction.
The gangsters shivered in fear.
They hadn't expected this guy named Lin Xuan to be so formidable... Just one kick, and they couldn't get up.
What's more, his speed was too fast.
Before they could even see where he was, they had been punched a few times and kicked away.
This man is terrifying.
"Sorry, sorry, sir. We had no idea who you were," the gangsters frantically apologized. "Sir, we won't bother you anymore. We'll leave right away."
The gangsters helped their leader, stumbling as they moved forward.
Unknown to them, Lin Xuan had appeared in front of them, blocking their path.
The gangsters' eyes widened in shock.
He... he appeared here when?
"Did I say you could leave?" Lin Xuan said slowly.
"Thud!"
The gangsters knelt down. "Sir, please, let us go. We beg you to let us go."
"I can let you go," Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "But... I have conditions."
"What conditions? You say it, you say it," the gangsters hurriedly replied.
"I want the money and valuables you have on you," Lin Xuan said slowly.
"Ah?" The gangsters were stunned.
"Hand over the valuables you have on you," Lin Xuan repeated.
"Yes, yes, yes."
The gangsters took out all the cash they had, along with some rings, jade buddhas, and necklaces.
They never expected that they, the robbers, would end up being robbed themselves.
Each gangster had only a hundred or so dollars, with the most being the leader, who took out a thousand dollars. "Here you go."
Lin Xuan squinted and asked, "Is that all?"
"Yes, that's all," the gang leader nodded firmly.
He had another pocket inside his jacket where he hid the fifty thousand yuan reward from Su Hua. From the outside, it was impossible to tell he had hidden money.
Lin Xuan's eyes, half-smiling, fixed on the gang leader.
"Are you sure?" Lin Xuan squinted.
"How would I dare lie to you, Young Master Lin? I really don't have any more money," the gang leader pretended to be calm.
This was fifty thousand yuan.
How could he bear to give it up?
"Hmm," Lin Xuan smirked coldly. "I gave you a chance."
He moved lightly, stepping in front of the gang leader.
Seeing Lin Xuan approach, the other gangsters instinctively backed away three meters, leaving only the gang leader in the middle.
The gang leader's legs trembled.
"Bang—" Lin Xuan threw him over his shoulder.
In the face of absolute strength, the gang leader had no ability to resist at all, landing on the ground.
Lin Xuan then grabbed his collar and pulled him up from the ground.
"Although you're not much of a fighter, you're a decent punching bag," Lin Xuan said.
He struck the gang leader across the face several times with both hands.
In no time, the gang leader was beaten black and blue.
"Bang—"
The gang leader was kicked away again.
He struggled on the ground, unable to get up.
Lin Xuan walked step by step towards the gang leader, his lips curling into a smile, like the returned grim reaper.
The gang leader was so scared that he wet his pants, a pale yellow liquid appearing below his crotch.
"The remaining money, I'll give it all to you," the gang leader stammered, taking out several stacks of cash from inside his jacket.
"Wouldn't it have been better if you had done this earlier?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
"This money, I'll donate to the orphanage, serving good karma for you as well," Lin Xuan said.
From these gangsters, he had already collected fifty-two thousand yuan.
Lin Xuan calmly pocketed the money.
The gangsters dragged their leader and stumbled away from the scene.
Hidden in the shadows, the bodyguards sent by Su Hua were still staring dumbfounded at Lin Xuan, unable to regain their composure for a long time.
Young Master Lin... is he really that impressive?
Although the gangsters and the bodyguards were not very strong, they could tell from Lin Xuan's speed and moves that his combat abilities were not low.
He also has immense strength.
They had underestimated Young Master Lin.
They had thought he was delicate and fragile...
As Lin Xuan picked up the cake and was about to leave, Shen Qianqian blocked his way.
“Lin Xuan, you were so amazing just now,” Shen Qianqian said, her face filled with admiration.
Lin Xuan's lips curled into a sarcastic smile, his calm gaze falling on Shen Qianqian's bleeding arm.
Shen Qianqian quickly covered the wound. "Lin Xuan, I'm fine. It's just a small injury. Don't worry about it. I'll be fine after some rest."
With these words, her face turned red with shyness. "Fortunately, you stood up in time, Lin Xuan, or I really don't know what would have happened."
She had planned it all.
Now, she would act tough. Later, when she left, she would pretend to faint weakly.
This way, it would be easier to arouse a man's pity.
It would also be reasonable for Lin Xuan to take care of her, and during their day-and-night interactions, it would be easier for emotions to deepen.
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "Shen Qianqian, you were quite brave just now, standing in front of me."
Shen Qianqian didn't catch the sarcasm in Lin Xuan's tone.
She nodded shyly. "No, I just didn't want anything to happen to you, Lin Xuan. So I rushed forward. As long as you're safe, I'm relieved."
"Shen Qianqian, stop wasting your efforts," Lin Xuan said coldly.
Shen Qianqian froze.
What did Lin Xuan mean by that?
Did he see through something?
No, that couldn't be.
She had been so discreet; how could Lin Xuan possibly find out? She must be overthinking it.
"What useless efforts?" Shen Qianqian asked puzzled. "Lin Xuan, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
"These gangsters, they were hired by you," Lin Xuan said confidently.
Shen Qianqian's eyes widened.
Did Lin Xuan really figure it out?
"I didn't," Shen Qianqian denied vehemently. "Lin Xuan, how could I know these gangsters? If they really were hired by me, why would they have injured me?"
"Your explanation makes sense," Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with 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.”
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?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
