Wang Shiyun finished her shower and washed her hair. After blow-drying it, she put on an extremely revealing lingerie set, then covered herself with a long coat before stepping out.
She first went to Wang Dahe’s room. Seeing the man lying in bed with his back turned to her, covered by a blanket, she left, reassured.
Lin Xuan also sent a message to Luo Yuan: "Come to Wang Dahe’s room. Let’s watch the show together."
"Got it."
The moment Luo Yuan received Lin Xuan’s text, he sprang up from his bed like a carp leaping out of water, too excited to stay still.
Crack.
The sound of a bone dislocating.
Luo Yuan: "..."
Damn it.
Why did his foot act up again?
Last time, when he was gossiping about Qin Ruoyao, his leg got hurt… and now, while anticipating the drama between Wang Dahe and Wang Shiyun, the same thing happened!
A pained expression twisted Luo Yuan’s face, but even a broken leg wouldn’t stop him from enjoying the show.
Holding his right foot, he hopped on one leg toward Wang Dahe’s room.
Lin Xuan was booting up his computer when he noticed Luo Yuan bouncing in.
"Luo Yuan, what happened to you?" he asked, puzzled.
"Just my luck, huh? Not sure if it’s dislocated or broken," Luo Yuan replied through gritted teeth.
Sigh.
Fragile college students.
A simple jump, and his leg was already wrecked.
Lin Xuan smirked. "You’re way too worked up."
"Of course I am!"
"Damn it!" Luo Yuan gnashed his teeth. "I hate two-timing women like her the most. Watching her get exposed is even better than anime or novels."
"And I wanna see Wang Dahe’s face get slapped—metaphorically, of course."
Lin Xuan nodded.
He wanted to see it too.
Was this the solidarity of fellow "simp" brothers?
"I know a bit about bone-setting. Let me take a look," Lin Xuan offered.
"You sure?" Luo Yuan eyed him skeptically.
"Only one way to find out."
Lin Xuan put on gloves, examined Luo Yuan’s foot, and with a sharp crack, realigned the bone.
"AHHH—!" A scream worthy of a slaughtered pig rang out.
"Lin Xuan, you—!" Luo Yuan was about to curse when—
Wait.
He frowned.
His foot… didn’t hurt anymore?
Luo Yuan bounced up and down a few times.
Heh. No pain at all.
"Lin Xuan," Luo Yuan said, impressed, "you actually know bone-setting?"
Lin Xuan ignored him, focusing back on the surveillance feed.
After leaving Wang Dahe’s room, Wang Shiyun headed straight for Lin Xuan’s.
"What do you want?" Cheng Yi and Cheng Er blocked her.
Wang Shiyun scowled.
These two nuisances again?
Once she seduced Lin Xuan, she’d make sure he fired them!
"What, are you stopping me?" she snapped.
"Isn’t that obvious?" Cheng Er retorted.
"Do you even know who I am? Your boss asked me to ‘attend’ to him earlier—he’s just drunk now," Wang Shiyun lied without blinking.
"You sure about that?" Cheng Yi eyed her suspiciously.
"I’m a woman. Do you think I’d make up something that could ruin my reputation if it weren’t true?" she said coldly.
"Fair point," Cheng Er scratched his head, convinced.
"Also," Wang Shiyun added, "you two men shouldn’t be here. A man and a woman alone… you know what happens. Or do you want to listen to me and Lin Xuan’s… activities?"
"Bro, let’s go," Cheng Er said.
"Alright."
Cheng Yi nodded, and the two left to rest in their own room.
Click.
Wang Shiyun pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Wang Dahe’s palms were slick with sweat.
Someone really came in?
Who could it be?
It couldn’t be Shiyun. Not her.
In the darkness, Wang Shiyun didn’t notice the high-definition surveillance camera capturing her every move.
Her heart pounded wildly.
Almost there.
She was about to sleep with such a high-quality man.
And once she successfully became Lin Xuan’s girlfriend—or even his wife—she’d never have to worry about money again.
Wang Shiyun shrugged off her coat, revealing the scandalous lingerie underneath.
At the sight, Lin Xuan immediately averted his eyes.
Luo Yuan clicked his tongue in appreciation. "Wang Shiyun might be trash, but damn, her body’s something else."
Lin Xuan thought to himself, No matter how good she looks, she’ll never compare to Su Hua.
He started typing a message to Su Hua but hesitated. It was already past midnight—she was probably asleep.
He deleted the draft.
Luo Yuan noticed Lin Xuan on his phone and frowned. "Lin Xuan, what are you doing? There’s a show going on, and you’re not watching?"
Lin Xuan: "She’s dressed too provocatively. I’ll just listen."
Luo Yuan rolled his eyes. "What, are you playing the pure-hearted virgin now?"
Lin Xuan glanced at him, smirking. "My girlfriend’s possessive. She doesn’t like me looking at other women."
Luo Yuan: "..."
No wonder Wang Dahe kept complaining about Lin Xuan flaunting his relationship all the time.
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?"
