"Anything else?" Lin Qingyan asked in confusion. "What else?"
"Games," Lin Qingwan replied.
The CEOs of several major streaming platforms were filled with regret after seeing those three dramas.
They rushed to meet with Lei Hui one after another.
"President Lei, I believe our Wonderfruit platform can establish a long-term partnership with your company. Rest assured, we will allocate significant resources to support you."
"President Lei, our platform is also..."
Lei Hui raised an eyebrow. "Our company’s dramas won’t air on our own platform, letting others profit instead? Are you joking?"
The faces of the streaming platform CEOs paled.
They were overwhelmed with regret.
If only they hadn’t listened to Starlight Group and suppressed Sky Screen Group’s dramas.
Lei Hui sipped his tea, thoroughly enjoying their remorse.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
How satisfying.
At Su Corporation.
After finishing her work report, Jiang Qing added, "President Su, Young Master Lin’s company’s dramas are now a massive hit. Soon, they’ll surpass Starlight Entertainment."
Su Hua’s crimson lips curled into a faint smile.
Her Ah Xuan was truly impressive.
Jiang Qing couldn’t help but ask, "President Su, aren’t you worried that once Young Master Lin’s company grows, he’ll gain the ability to escape from your side?"
Su Hua’s expression darkened slightly.
She did have such concerns. But compared to a caged canary, she preferred her Ah Xuan to live freely.
Su Hua’s mind flashed with images of Lin Xuan’s gentle face and his sweet words.
"Jiang Qing, don’t you think Ah Xuan’s kindness to me is genuine?" Su Hua asked with a smirk.
That much was true.
Jiang Qing nodded.
But given President Su’s obsessive tendencies, shouldn’t she be more insecure?
So trusting of Young Master Lin?
"Even if Ah Xuan’s company thrives in the future, I still have Night Rose," Su Hua said, a shadow passing through her eyes.
So Ah Xuan could never escape her grasp.
Jiang Qing nodded in realization.
So that was President Su’s trump card.
Wang Ba and a few members of the Golden Dragon Gang successfully infiltrated Lin Li’s bodyguard team.
Lin Li finally relaxed after seeing their presence.
With their protection, no one could touch him.
Starlight Group was venturing into real estate, having purchased a plot of land. Lin Li went to inspect the construction site.
Two laborers secretly watched him.
"Chen Wang, are you sure this guy is the son of Starlight Group’s chairman?" one of the laborers, Chen Gao, asked skeptically.
"Look, he’s the spitting image of the person in the photo. Chen Gao, there’s no mistake," Chen Wang insisted, pointing at his phone.
"Hmph," Chen Gao sneered. "They snatched our land for peanuts, demolished the house I built with my life savings, and when I protested, they had me locked up for a month!"
His face twisted with hatred.
"Starlight Group’s chairman, huh? If you won’t let me live in peace, I won’t let you or your son live in peace either!"
Wang Ba noticed the two laborers staring intently at Lin Li, their eyes burning with rage.
Well, well.
This was getting interesting.
Wang Ba had originally planned to kidnap Lin Li as soon as he left the construction site.
But now, he could afford to wait just a little longer.
After inspecting the site, Lin Li got into his car and left.
On the road, a cyclist suddenly swerved in front of them.
"Screech—"
Wang Ba slammed on the brakes.
The bicycle was still sent flying.
"Young Master, we hit someone," Wang Ba stammered.
"Relax," Lin Li said dismissively. "Just throw some money at him."
He pulled out a wad of cash. "Here’s three thousand. Give it to him."
Following Lin Li’s orders, Wang Ba got out and handed the money to the cyclist.
The cyclist snatched the cash and glared at him.
"Who wants your dirty money?"
"Get out here!"
He rushed to the car window and began pounding on it furiously. "Get the hell out now!"
Lin Li grew increasingly irritated by the cyclist’s pounding.
Fuming, he stepped out of the car.
"What do you want?"
A group of masked men spotted Lin Li and immediately started walking toward him.
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.”
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?!
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.
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?"
