"Yes, Mistress."
The bodyguard immediately tied Wang Shiyun to a pillar.
Su Hua stared at Wang Shiyun, her eyes burning with fury.
When she had heard that Lin Xuan was seducing another woman, she couldn’t help but want to lock him away in a dark room.
She couldn’t bear to hurt her beloved Lin Xuan, so she suppressed the rage festering inside her.
Now, Wang Shiyun—the woman Lin Xuan had seduced—naturally became her punching bag.
Thud!
Su Hua’s fist slammed into Wang Shiyun’s face.
"Aaaaaah—!"
Wang Shiyun’s screams tore through the air.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Blow after blow rained down on her body.
As Su Hua watched, scenes from the past flashed through her mind—Lin Xuan pursuing Qin Ruoyao, his gentle smiles, his devotion.
The fury in her eyes deepened, a crimson hue staining her gaze.
Lin Xuan was her light.
And these women—they dared to try and steal him from the darkness of her world.
Hah.
As if she would ever allow that.
Murderous intent coiled in Su Hua’s heart.
If she killed them, they would never have the chance to take Lin Xuan from her.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Her fists kept striking, relentless. At first, Wang Shiyun’s screams were loud, desperate.
But slowly, they grew weaker, fainter.
Her body was a mess of blood and bruises.
Her arms hung limp, lifeless.
Yet the bloodlust in Su Hua showed no sign of fading.
"Damn it! The Mistress isn’t in a good state," one bodyguard muttered, sharp-eyed. "She might be on the verge of another episode."
With Lin Xuan absent, Su Hua couldn’t afford to lose control now.
Another bodyguard spoke up, "I’ll contact Secretary Jiang—see if she has a solution."
He quickly pulled out his phone and called Jiang Qing.
Jiang Qing pondered the situation.
Then, an idea struck.
"Here’s what you do…" She relayed a method to calm Su Hua down.
"Got it," the bodyguard nodded.
"But most importantly," Jiang Qing added, "if my method doesn’t work, bring Lin Xuan over immediately."
"Understood."
The bodyguard hung up, frowning.
Would this really work?
Well, desperate times called for desperate measures.
They had to try.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sickening sound of fists striking flesh continued.
Hesitant, the bodyguard approached. "Mistress…"
Su Hua paused, her bloodthirsty gaze snapping to him.
He swallowed hard. "Mistress, it’s getting late. Shouldn’t you return? If Lin Xuan can’t find you, he might worry."
Su Hua’s eyes flickered. The bloodlust in them slowly receded.
Lin Xuan would worry…
Right.
She had come to deal with Wang Shiyun without telling him. He was waiting for her.
Su Hua peeled off her white gloves.
"Break one of her arms, dump her on the street, and leak her scandalous information online," she ordered coldly. "I want her ruined."
If Wang Shiyun dared to seduce her Lin Xuan, she would suffer a fate worse than death.
When Su Hua returned to Purple River Manor, she didn’t go to Lin Xuan immediately. Instead, she locked herself in a room.
Her mind was a storm of betrayal and bloodlust, yet flashes of Lin Xuan’s gentle, handsome face kept surfacing.
She sank onto the sofa, closing her eyes.
Only thoughts of Lin Xuan could barely suppress the fury inside her. She knew she was slipping again—she couldn’t go to him.
She feared losing control, feared hurting him.
One hour passed. Then two. Then three.
Su Hua still hadn’t emerged.
"It seems the Mistress’s condition is worsening," a bodyguard muttered. "We should fetch Lin Xuan."
Only he could pull her back from the brink.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The sharp rapping jolted Lin Xuan awake.
Frowning, he glanced at the clock. Who was knocking in the middle of the night?
He reached out instinctively to cover Su Hua’s ears—only to freeze.
Where is she?
Lin Xuan scanned the room, then hastily threw on his sleepwear and yanked the door open.
Su Hua’s bodyguard stood there, tense.
"Where’s Su Hua?" Lin Xuan demanded.
"Young Master Lin," the bodyguard said urgently, "the Mistress—she might be having another episode. You’re the only one who can help her, so I—"
Before he could finish, Lin Xuan’s expression darkened. "Where is she?"
"The Mistress locked herself in a room. Please, come quickly."
By now, Su Hua had finally suppressed the storm inside her.
Just as she opened the door, she heard footsteps approaching—Lin Xuan’s voice, questioning the bodyguard about her condition.
"An episode, huh?" she murmured.
Memories of her past breakdowns surfaced—little bed slave…
A spark of excitement flickered in her eyes.
Maybe it’s time to try it out.
She returned to the bed and sat down.
"Young Master Lin, the Mistress is in this room," the bodyguard said respectfully.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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?"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
