The doctor examined the medical report, then gave Lin Chang a strange look before adjusting his glasses.
"Doctor, what's the result?" Lin Chang asked nervously.
The doctor's expression was complicated. "Sir, the test results show that your sperm has completely deteriorated. Additionally, your... equipment will remain in its current state, rendering you incapable of any sexual activity."
"How is that possible?" Lin Chang's voice trembled with agitation. "I was perfectly fine yesterday! How could my sperm be dead, and how could I lose all function in just one day? Doctor, are you sure you didn’t mix up the reports?"
"Our hospital doesn’t make mistakes in this regard," the doctor said firmly. "Sir, your condition definitely developed today. Think carefully—did you consume anything unusual?"
A certain drug came to the doctor’s mind.
His nephew had mentioned it—two types of poison circulating in the underground black market. One caused infertility without the victim realizing it, while the other could be detected in tests.
The latter didn’t just sterilize. Though the equipment remained, it became completely useless—no different from being a eunuch.
Could Lin Chang have taken the second type?
"Consumed anything unusual?" Lin Chang racked his brain, then shook his head. "No, I only ate at the company cafeteria. The food there couldn’t have been tainted."
Wait.
Lin Chang suddenly remembered the glass of water Jiang Shuqin had given him. Apart from his meals, he had drunk that water.
Right after finishing it, he had felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, though it had faded quickly, so he dismissed it.
Now, thinking back—
His sterilization, his emasculation—it had to be because of that water.
Lin Chang clenched his fists.
Jiang Shuqin!
No wonder she had been cold and distant when he first returned, only to suddenly act like a devoted wife afterward.
And no wonder she had watched him so intently as he drank it.
That water had been poisoned.
"Doctor," Lin Chang grabbed the man’s arm, desperation creeping into his voice. "Can this be cured? Fix me, no matter the cost. I’ll pay anything!"
The doctor sighed and shook his head. "I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do. Even the most renowned specialists wouldn’t be able to help you. Mr. Lin, this is permanent."
The doctor’s words extinguished the last flicker of hope in Lin Chang’s heart.
He was a eunuch now.
A eunuch.
The phrase echoed relentlessly in his mind.
"Jiang Shuqin!"
Lin Chang shot to his feet and stormed back to the Lin Family home.
Jiang Shuqin was in high spirits, humming a tune at home. When Lin Chang entered, she barely glanced at him before ignoring him completely.
"Jiang! Shu! Qin!" Lin Chang snarled, each syllable dripping with venom.
Jiang Shuqin didn’t even acknowledge him.
Yes, she had once loved Lin Chang deeply. She had been the Jiang Family’s most cherished princess, willing to sever ties with them for his sake.
But his endless affairs and betrayals had eroded her feelings long ago.
She no longer cared for him.
Now, she only wanted to focus on raising Li'er and her three daughters—they were her true pillars of support.
Lin Chang strode up to Jiang Shuqin, his chest heaving with rage.
He yanked her off the sofa and—SMACK!—slapped her hard across the face.
The force sent her sprawling back onto the couch.
A ringing filled Jiang Shuqin’s ears.
When the dizziness subsided, she turned her head and glared at him. "Lin Chang, have you lost your mind? Why did you hit me?"
The old wounds on her face hadn’t fully healed. The fresh blow sent waves of agony through her, pain so intense she wished for death.
Lin Chang sneered. "What’s wrong, Jiang Shuqin? No more calling me ‘Chang-ge’? Weren’t you so sweet when you handed me that glass of water today?"
Jiang Shuqin’s heart lurched.
What did he mean?
Was he implying he knew about the poison?
She shook her head, dismissing the thought.
She must be overthinking it.
Li'er had assured her the drug was undetectable.
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Shuqin steadied herself.
"Lin Chang," she said coldly, "aren’t you busy fooling around with your secretary? If work is stressing you out, take it out on her. Why come after me?"
"Still playing dumb, Jiang Shuqin?"
Lin Chang jabbed a finger at her, his gaze murderous.
"Tell me—what did you put in that water?"
"It was just water. What else could be in it?" Jiang Shuqin avoided his eyes.
"Liar!" Lin Chang’s veins bulged in fury. "I got tested at the hospital! My sperm is dead, and I’m a goddamn eunuch now!"
For a man like him, this was torture.
Lin Chang reveled in his affairs—bedding women was one of his greatest pleasures.
The thought of being completely emasculated was unbearable.
He still had the equipment, but it was useless. What difference was there between that and being castrated?
"What? You’re really sterile? And a eunuch too?"
Jiang Shuqin’s face lit up with unmistakable glee. "Perfect! I wasn’t sure if it would work, or if the effects would be strong enough. But it’s real!"
She burst into laughter, pointing at him mockingly. "Lin Chang, you love cheating, don’t you? You wanted other women to bear your sons, didn’t you?"
"Well, guess what? That dream is over! Starlight Group will only ever be inherited by Li'er or my three daughters!"
"Lin Chang, tell me—how does it feel to be a eunuch? You swore you’d love me forever, that I’d be your only woman. This is your punishment for betraying me."
"You’re nothing but a leech. Starlight Group only exists because of the money I brought from the Jiang Family. How dare you cheat on me?"
Jiang Shuqin laughed triumphantly.
Lin Chang’s fists clenched, his self-control shattering under the weight of his rage.
His dark eyes locked onto her.
Suddenly, his hands shot out and closed around her throat.
His grip tightened mercilessly.
Jiang Shuqin’s breath was stolen from her lungs.
She clawed at his hands, struggling uselessly.
Finally, she gave up. Gazing weakly at him, she gasped, "Lin Chang... go ahead... kill me. My only regret... is not listening to my father and brother... when they warned me not to marry you."

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?"

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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?"