Lin Qingxiu snatched her phone back and began scrolling, her eyes landing on a video from HuYin. It showed her mocking Lin Xuan at first, only to slink away in defeat later.
When she checked again—
Three million likes!
The comments section was flooded with demands for Lin Qingxiu to be expelled from the medical field.
"How could so many people have seen this?" Her face paled.
She had assumed HuYin had a small user base, and since it was Lin Xuan’s app, she didn’t want to give him money by paying to suppress the incident.
Yet a single video had garnered this much attention.
Three million likes likely meant tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions, of views.
"Lin Qingxiu, we all know about your family drama. None of you ever respected your younger brother, did you?"
"Yet he’s the most accomplished of you all—a medical genius and a business prodigy. Do you regret driving him out now?"
A female nurse crossed her arms, smirking.
Lin Qingxiu was too shaken to even react to their taunts. Hands trembling, she opened the app store and searched for HuYin.
Over a hundred million downloads.
"How is this possible? How did he grow this app so successfully?"
Wasn’t he always just a good-for-nothing?
Lin Xuan!
She clenched her phone.
They were blood-related siblings, yet he allowed her humiliation to spread like wildfire on his platform!
"Lin Qingxiu, come to my office immediately," the hospital director said sternly.
Her face drained of color.
With heavy steps, she followed him inside.
"Your incident yesterday has gone viral. I called you here to deal with the fallout," the director said, his expression grim.
Their hospital prioritized PR, suppressing all past disputes—until now. In less than a day, their reputation had plummeted.
"Director," Lin Qingxiu pleaded, "just give me some time. I’ll handle this."
"Handle it?" he snapped. "It’s already out of control! What can you possibly do now?"
"I…"
Her mind was a mess. She had no solution.
"Since this morning, people have been flooding our website and protesting at the gates, demanding your removal. This must be resolved, or the hospital will suffer irreparable damage."
The director delivered his verdict: "Submit your resignation."
"Director, I don’t want to leave." Her eyes reddened with desperation.
"You have no choice! If you stay, the hospital will pay the price!"
"Then let me take a leave of absence. Once this blows over, I’ll return." It was the only compromise she could think of.
"Lin Qingxiu, the internet never forgets. Your brother clearly holds a grudge. With HuYin’s daily active users in the tens of millions, what if this resurfaces later? What then?"
"I… I…"
Her fists clenched tightly.
"Resign voluntarily, or face termination. You have thirty minutes to decide."
In the end, Lin Qingxiu handed in her resignation and stumbled back to the Lin family home in a daze.
"Mom… I was forced to resign."
She collapsed onto the sofa, her face ashen.
"Qingxiu, what happened?" Jiang Shuqin asked, alarmed.
Lin Qingxiu didn’t answer, burying her face in her mother’s shoulder as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Lin Chang soon arrived, his expression thunderous.
"Dad…" She stood before him, tears streaming, her voice trembling.
SLAP!
A harsh blow sent her head snapping to the side.
Tears of humiliation spilled over.
"Lin Chang! How could you hit her? She’s an adult now!" Jiang Shuqin shielded her daughter.
"See for yourself what she’s done!"
He flung his phone onto the coffee table. "This is your precious daughter!"
Frowning, Jiang Shuqin picked it up and scrolled.
"Lin Qingxiu, if you’re incompetent, don’t pretend otherwise!" Lin Chang roared.
"Do you realize our company’s stock hit the limit-down at market open today?"
After meticulous efforts to boost their shares, they’d been soaring—until now. He’d planned to cash out some holdings, but with the stock frozen, selling was impossible.
"And it’s not just the stock! People are boycotting our games and products!" he spat through gritted teeth.
"Dad, I didn’t mean for this to happen," Lin Qingxiu whimpered. "I thought I could treat him."
"I only stepped in because I feared Lin Xuan would make things worse. But it turned out his diagnosis was different."
"I think Lin Xuan set me up. He knew my treatment was wrong yet stayed silent, letting me fail before swooping in at the last second."
She pressed her lips together.
He must have done it to humiliate her, to flaunt his skills, and to get revenge.
"How does Lin Xuan even know medicine?" Lin Chang demanded.
She stayed silent.
She couldn’t fathom it either—how Lin Xuan had saved a patient even she and Doctor Chen had given up on.
"His abilities exceed what I imagined." Lin Chang’s face darkened.
In the past, he’d have celebrated Lin Xuan’s talents, seeing them as an asset to the family and Starlight Group.
But now?
Skyveil Group’s gaming and entertainment divisions were encroaching on Starlight’s market share.
Lin Xuan was targeting them.
The stronger he became, the greater the threat.
Pacing the room, Lin Chang racked his brain for a solution.
Abruptly, he stopped and turned to Lin Qingxiu.
"Tomorrow—no, this afternoon—I’ll hold a press conference. You’ll publicly apologize and announce your withdrawal from the medical field."
Only this could minimize Starlight Group’s losses.
"Dad, I won’t apologize or quit!" she protested through clenched teeth.
"Then get out of this family!"
She fell silent.
Her mind flashed to Lin Xuan—how their father had issued the same ultimatum on his wedding day with Qin Ruoyao.
Back then, she’d relished the drama.
Now, experiencing it herself, she understood the agony.
But then again…
Lin Qingxiu scowled.
Lin Xuan was nothing but an ungrateful wretch. Why should she pity him?
"Dad, I'll listen to you," Lin Qingxiu said softly.
At that moment.
Jiang Shuqin, seated on the sofa, stared fixedly at her phone, her face deathly pale.

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

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?"

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.”