Lin Chang's eyes darkened with intensity.
"Fine, fine. So they chose to air 'Chinese Paladin,' did they? Huh, Lake TV—hope they don’t regret this."
His voice was icy as he ordered, "Contact Zhejiang TV. Tell them 'Celestial Love' will air on their network."
The two stations were direct competitors.
Once 'Celestial Love' became a smash hit, Lake TV’s audience would inevitably flock to Zhejiang TV.
And from now on, all their company’s dramas would exclusively air there.
He’d make Lake TV rue the day they crossed him.
"Dad, I’ll arrange it immediately," Lin Qingwan nodded, though an inexplicable unease gnawed at her. Something felt off about this.
Meanwhile, Wang Ba had been staking out the Lin Group headquarters, waiting for Lin Li to show himself. But since returning from abroad, Lin Li hadn’t stepped foot outside the family estate.
Wang Ba frowned.
This wouldn’t do. He needed to find a way inside.
If the gang had business requiring his presence—like capturing Lin Li—and he missed it? That’d be a colossal blunder.
But how?
He rubbed his chin, deep in thought.
Just then, two Lin family employees passed by, gossiping.
"Lately, the young master keeps having nightmares about people trying to harm him. He’s refused to leave the house, even when Madam insists."
"Pfft, since when do dreams mean anything? He can’t hide forever."
"Not forever. I heard he’s planning to hire elite bodyguards. Once that’s done, he’ll probably venture out again."
Bodyguards?
Wang Ba’s eyes lit up.
Now that was his specialty.
He immediately rallied a few gang brothers to pose as candidates for the job.
Meanwhile, 'Celestial Love' and three other dramas from Sky Screen Group had all premiered.
Lin Chang stared at the screen, disbelief etched on his face.
Central TV!
They’d secured a slot on Central TV!
His fists clenched.
What connections did Lin Xuan even have?
A wave of dread washed over him—until he checked the ratings. Relief followed.
No matter what tricks Lin Xuan pulled, none of his shows could outperform 'Celestial Love.'
And just as Lin Chang predicted, Sky Screen’s three dramas initially trailed far behind in viewership.
Lin Xuan smirked. "Now that the plots are hitting their stride, it’s time to go all-out on promotion."
He instructed Lei Hui to flood their own platform, TigerTone, with edited promotional clips, pushing them to every user. With their in-house platform, traffic costs were irrelevant.
"Boss," Lei Hui called to confirm, "Should we buy trending spots on Weibo too?"
Lin Xuan scoffed. "Why waste money?"
"Huh?" Lei Hui blinked. "But you said we’d promote there. No paid hot searches, no visibility?"
Lin Xuan’s smirk widened. "I said we’d trend without spending a dime."
A few keystrokes were all it took. Money? Please.
Lei Hui: "…"
Was that even possible?
"Just watch," Lin Xuan replied.
Curiosity piqued, Lei Hui refreshed Weibo obsessively.
Within three minutes, the top ten trends were dominated by:
#ThreeKingdoms
#MySheepishStar
#ChinesePaladin
Lei Hui gaped.
It actually worked?
But… how?
His confusion mirrored Weibo’s tech team’s panic.
A staffer burst into the supervisor’s office. "Sir, we’ve been hacked—again!"
"WHAT?!"
The supervisor spat out his water.
"By whom?!"
They’d recently upgraded their firewall. Months without breaches had lulled him into false security.
"No traces, same as before. The hacker only forced these three drama tags into the top trends. We can’t remove them," the technician reported.
The supervisor checked his phone.
"#ChinesePaladin, #MySheepishStar, #ThreeKingdoms." His brow furrowed. "They hacked us just to trend shows?"
The technique felt eerily familiar.
"Sir, all three belong to Sky Screen Group. PalmNovel—their subsidiary—hosts the original works," the technician added.
"Sky Screen… Lin Xuan’s company?" the supervisor realized.
"Correct."
"It’s him!"
Now he suspected the firewall hadn’t kept Lin Xuan out these past months—Lin Xuan simply hadn’t bothered to hack in.
Defeated, the supervisor escalated it to the CEO.
The CEO, opting for diplomacy, dialed Lei Hui.
"Director Lei," he greeted smoothly, "I’m Weibo’s General Manager."
"Hello," Lei Hui replied, wary. Their companies had no prior dealings. Why the sudden outreach?

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?"

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.”

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?"

or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?